“Don’t dodge, please, or our axes may not strike the right place. And do not be afraid, for the blows will only hurt you an instant. In the Land of Twi it is usually considered a pleasure to be executed by us, we are so exceedingly skillful.”
“I can well believe that,” replied Nerle, although his teeth were chattering.
But at this instant a loud shout was heard, and the twin people of Twi all turned their heads to find themselves surrounded by throngs of fierce enemies.
Prince Marvel smiled, for he saw among the new-comers the giants and dwarfs and the stern Gray Men of King Terribus, with their monarch calmly directing their movements; and on the other side of the circle were the jolly faces and bushy whiskers of the fifty-nine reformed thieves, with burly Wul-Takim at their head.
19. The Reunion of the High Ki
The twins of Twi were too startled and amazed to offer to fight with the odd people surrounding them. Even the executioners allowed their axes to fall harmlessly to the ground, and the double people, soldiers and citizens alike, turned to stare at the strangers in wonder.
“We’re here, Prince!” yelled Wul-Takim, his bristly beard showing over the heads of those who stood between.
“Thank you,” answered Prince Marvel.
“And the men of Spor are here!” added King Terribus, who was mounted on a fine milk-white charger, richly caparisoned.
“I thank the men of Spor,” returned Prince Marvel, graciously.
“Shall we cut your foes into small pieces, or would you prefer to hang them?” questioned the King of the Reformed Thieves, loudly enough to set most of his hearers shivering.
But now the little maid in yellow stepped up to Prince Marvel and, regarding the youthful knight with considerable awe, said sweetly:
“I beg you will pardon my people and spare them. They are usually good and loyal subjects, and if they fought against me--their lawful High Ki--it was only because they were misled by my separation from my other half.”
“That is true,” replied the prince; “and as you are still the lawful High Ki of Twi, I will leave you to deal with your own people as you see fit. For those who have conquered your people are but your own allies, and are still under your orders, as I am myself.”
Hearing this, the green High Ki walked up to her twin High Ki and said, boldly:
“I am your prisoner. It is now your turn. Do with me as you will.”
“I forgive you,” replied her sister, in kindly tones.
Then the little maid who had met with defeat gave a sob and turned away weeping, for she had expected anything but forgiveness.
And now the Ki-Ki came forward and, bowing their handsome blond heads before the High Ki, demanded: “Are we forgiven also?”
“Yes,” said the girl, “but you are no longer fit to be rulers of my people. Therefore, you are henceforth deprived of your honorable offices of Ki-Ki, which I shall now bestow upon these good captains here,” and she indicated the good-natured officers who had first captured the prince and Nerle.
The people of Twi eagerly applauded this act, for the captains were more popular with them than the former Ki-Ki; but the blond ones both flushed with humiliation and anger, and said:
“The captains fought against you, even as we did.”
“Yet the captains only obeyed your orders,” returned the High Ki. “So I hold them blameless.”
“And what is to become of us now?” asked the former Ki-Ki.
“You will belong to the common people, and earn your living playing tunes for them to dance by,” answered the High Ki. And at this retort every one laughed, so that the handsome youths turned away with twin scowls upon their faces and departed amidst the jeers of the crowd.
“Better hang ‘em to a tree, little one,” shouted Wul-Takim, in his big voice; “they won’t enjoy life much, anyhow.”
But the maid shook her pretty head and turned to the prince.
“Will you stay here and help me to rule my kingdom?” she asked.
“I can not do that,” replied Prince Marvel, “for I am but a wandering adventurer and must soon continue my travels. But I believe you will be able to rule your people without my help.”
“It is not so easy a task,” she answered, sighing. “For I am singular and my people are all double.”
“Well, let us hold a meeting in your palace,” said the prince, “and then we can decide what is best to be done.”
So they dismissed the people, who cheered their High Ki enthusiastically, returning quietly to their daily tasks and the gossip that was sure to follow such important events as they had witnessed.
The army of King Terribus and the fifty-nine reformed thieves went to the twin palaces of the Ki and the Ki-Ki and made merry with feasting and songs to celebrate their conquest. And the High Ki, followed by the prince, Nerle, King Terribus and Wul-Takim, as well as by the Ki and the newly-appointed Ki-Ki, mounted the silver steps and passed over the wall to the royal palaces. The green High Ki followed them, still weeping disconsolately.
When they had all reached the throne-room, the High Ki seated herself on one of the beautiful thrones and said:
“By some strange chance, which I am unable to explain, my twin and I have become separated; so that instead of thinking and acting alike, we are now individuals--as are all the strange men who have passed through the hole in the hedge. And, being individuals, we can no longer agree, nor can one of us lawfully rule over the Kingdom of Twi, where all the subjects are twins, thinking and acting in unison.”
Said Prince Marvel:
“Your Highness, I alone can explain why you became separated from your twin. By means of a fairy enchantment, which I learned years ago, I worked upon you a spell, which compelled your brain to work independent of your sister’s brain. It seems to me that it is better each person should think her own thoughts and live her own life, rather than be yoked to another person and obliged to think and act as a twin, or one-half of a complete whole. And since you are now the one High Ki, and the acknowledged ruler of this country, I will agree to work the same fairy spell on all your people, so that no longer will there be twin minds in all this Land of Twi.”
“But all the cows and dogs and horses and other animals are double, as well as the people,” suggested the old Ki, blinking their little eyes in amazement at the thought of being forever separated from each other.
“I can also work the spell upon all the twin animals,” said the prince, after a moment’s hesitation.
“And all our houses are built double, with twin doors and windows and chimneys, to accommodate our twin people,” continued the High Ki. “And the trees and flowers--and even the blades of grass--are all double. And our roads are double, and--and everything else is double. I alone, the ruler of this land, am singular!”
Prince Marvel became thoughtful now, for he did not know how to separate trees and flowers, and it would be a tedious task to separate the twin houses.
“Why not leave the country as it is?” asked King Terribus of Spor. “The High Ki is welcome to come to my castle to live, and then she need no longer bother about the Land of Twi, which seems to me a poor place, after all.”
“And your sister may come with me to my cave, and be the queen of the reformed thieves, which is a much more important office than being High Ki of Twi,” added big Wul-Takim, who had placed the maiden in green upon a cushion at his feet, and was striving to comfort her by gently stroking her silken hair with his rough hand.
“But I love my country, and do not wish to leave it,” answered the yellow High Ki. “And I love my twin sister, and regret that our minds have become separated,” she continued, sadly.
“I have it!” exclaimed Nerle. “Let the prince reunite you, making you regular twins of Twi again, and then you can continue to rule the country as the double High Ki, and everything will be as it was before.”
The yellow High Ki clapped her pink hands with delight and looked eagerly at the prince.
“W
ill you?” she asked. “Will you please reunite us? And then all our troubles will be ended!”
This really seemed to Marvel the best thing to be done. So he led the maid in green to the other throne, where she had once sat, and after replacing the golden crown upon her brow he whispered a fairy spell of much mystical power.
Then the prince stepped back and regarded the maidens earnestly, and after a moment both the High Ki smiled upon him in unison and said--speaking the same words in the same voices and with the same accents:
“Thank you very much!”
20. Kwytoffle, the Tyrant
Having restored the High Ki to their former condition, to the great joy of the ancient Ki, Prince Marvel led his friends back to the palaces where his men were waiting.
They were just in time to prevent serious trouble, for the fifty-eight reformed thieves had been boasting of their prowess to the huge giants and tiny dwarfs of King Terribus, and this had resulted in a quarrel as to which were the best fighters. Had not their masters arrived at the right moment there would certainly have been a fierce battle and much bloodshed,--and all over something of no importance.
Terribus and Wul-Takim soon restored order, and then they accompanied the Ki and the Ki-Ki to the public square, where the people were informed that their Supreme Highnesses, the High Ki, had been reunited and would thereafter rule them with twin minds as well as twin bodies. There was great rejoicing at this news, for every twin in Twi was glad to have his troubles ended so easily and satisfactorily.
That night the ryls and knooks and other invisible friends of Prince Marvel came and removed the dividing wall between the twin palaces of the High Ki, repairing speedily all the damage that had been done. And when our friends called upon the High Ki the next morning they found the two maids again dressed exactly alike in yellow robes, with strings of sparkling emeralds for ornament. And not even Prince Marvel could now tell one of the High Ki from the other.
As for the maids themselves, it seemed difficult to imagine they had ever existed apart for a single moment.
They were very pleasant and agreeable to their new friends, and when they heard that Prince Marvel was about to leave them to seek new adventures they said:
“Please take us with you! It seems to us that we ought to know something of the big outside world from whence you came. If we see other kingdoms and people we shall be better able to rule our own wisely.”
“That seems reasonable,” answered Marvel, “and I shall be very glad to have you accompany me. But who will rule the Land of Twi in your absence?”
“The Ki-Ki shall be the rulers,” answered the High Ki, “and we will take the Ki with us.”
“Then I will delay my departure until to-morrow morning,” said the prince, “in order that your Highnesses may have time to prepare for the journey.”
And then he went back to the palaces of the other rulers, where the Ki expressed themselves greatly pleased at the idea of traveling, and the new Ki-Ki were proud to learn they should rule for some time the Land of Twi.
Wul-Takim also begged to join the party, and so also did King Terribus, who had never before been outside of his own Kingdom of Spor; so Prince Marvel willingly consented.
The fifty-eight reformed thieves, led by Gunder, returned to their cave, where they were living comfortably on the treasure Prince Marvel had given them; and the Gray Men and giants and dwarfs of Spor departed for their own country.
In the morning Prince Marvel led his own gay cavalcade through the hole in the hedge, and they rode merrily away in search of adventure.
By his side were the High Ki, mounted upon twin chestnut ponies that had remarkably slender limbs and graceful, arched necks. The ponies moved with exactly the same steps, and shook their manes and swished their tails at exactly the same time. Behind the prince and the High Ki were King Terribus, riding his great white charger, and Wul-Takim on a stout horse of jet-black color. The two ancient Ki and Nerle, being of lesser rank than the others, brought up the rear.
“When we return to our Land of Twi,” said the High Ki, “we shall close up for all time the hole you made in the hedge; for, if we are different from the rest of the world, it is better that we remain in seclusion.”
“I think it is right you should do that,” replied Prince Marvel. “Yet I do not regret that I cut a hole in your hedge.”
“It was the hedge that delayed us in coming more promptly to your assistance,” said Terribus; “for we had hard work to find the hole you had made, and so lost much valuable time.”
“All is well that ends well!” laughed the prince. “You certainly came in good time to rescue us from our difficulties.”
They turned into a path that led to Auriel, which Nerle had heard spoken of as “the Kingdom of the Setting Sun.”
Soon the landscape grew very pleasant to look upon, the meadows being broad and green, with groups of handsome trees standing about. The twilight of the Land of Twi was now replaced by bright sunshine, and in the air was the freshness of the near-by sea.
At evening they came to a large farmhouse, where the owner welcomed them hospitably and gave them the best his house afforded.
In answer to their questions about the Kingdom of Auriel, he shook his head sadly and replied:
“It is a rich and beautiful country, but has fallen under great misfortunes. For when the good king died, about two years ago, the kingdom was seized by a fierce and cruel sorcerer, named Kwytoffle, who rules the people with great severity, and makes them bring him all their money and valuable possessions. So every one is now very poor and unhappy, and that is a great pity in a country so fair and fertile.”
“But why do not the people rebel?” asked Nerle.
“They dare not rebel,” answered the farmer, “because they fear the sorcery of Kwytoffle. If they do not obey him he threatens to change them into grasshoppers and June-bugs.”
“Has he ever changed any one into a grasshopper or a June-bug?” asked Prince Marvel.
“No; but the people are too frightened to oppose him, and so he does not get the opportunity. And he has an army of fierce soldiers, who are accustomed to beat the people terribly if they do not carry every bit of their wealth to the sorcerer. So there is no choice but to obey him.”
“We certainly ought to hang this wicked creature!” exclaimed Wul-Takim.
“I wish I had brought my Fool-Killer with me,” sighed King Terribus; “for I could have kept him quite busy in this kingdom.”
“Can not something be done to rescue these poor people from their sad fate?” asked the lovely High Ki, anxiously.
“We will make a call upon this Kwytoffle to-morrow,” answered Prince Marvel, “and see what the fellow is like.”
“Alas! Alas!” wailed the good farmer, “you will all become grasshoppers and June-bugs--every one of you!”
But none of the party seemed to fear that, and having passed the night comfortably with the farmer they left his house and journeyed on into the Kingdom of Auriel.
Before noon they came upon the edge of a forest, where a poor man was chopping logs into firewood. Seeing Prince Marvel’s party approach, this man ran toward them waving his hands and shouting excitedly:
“Take the other path! Take the other path!”
“And why should we take the other path?” inquired the prince, reining in his steed.
“Because this one leads to the castle of the great sorcerer, Kwytoffle,” answered the man.
“But there is where we wish to go,” said Marvel.
“What! You wish to go there?” cried the man. “Then you will be robbed and enslaved!”
“Not as long as we are able to fight,” laughed the big Wul-Takim.
“If you resist the sorcerer, you will be turned into grasshoppers and June-bugs,” declared the man, staring at them in wonder.
“How do you know that?” asked Marvel.
“Kwytoffle says so. He promises to enchant every one who dares defy his power.”
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sp; “Has any one ever yet dared defy him?” asked Nerle.
“Certainly not!” said the man. “No one wishes to become a June-bug or a grasshopper. No one dares defy him.”.
“I am anxious to see this sorcerer,” exclaimed King Terribus. “He ought to prove an interesting person, for he is able to accomplish his purposes by threats alone.”
“Then let us ride on,” said Marvel.
“Dear us! Dear us!” remonstrated the bald-headed Ki; “are we to become grasshoppers, then?”
“We shall see,” returned the prince, briefly.
“With your long legs,” added the pretty pair of High Ki, laughingly, “you ought to be able to jump farther than any other grasshopper in the kingdom.”
“Great Kika-koo!” cried the Ki, nervously, “what a fate! what a terrible fate! And your Highnesses, I suppose, will become June-bugs, and flutter your wings with noises like buzz-saws!”
21. The Wonderful Book of Magic
Whatever their fears might be, none of Prince Marvel’s party hesitated to follow him along the path through the forest in search of the sorcerer, and by and by they came upon a large clearing. In the middle of this open space was a big building in such bad repair that its walls were tumbling down in several places, and all around it the ground was uncared for and littered with rubbish. A man was walking up and down in front of this building, with his head bowed low; but when he heard the sound of approaching horses’ hoofs he looked up and stared for a moment in amazement. Then, with a shout of rage, he rushed toward them and caught Prince Marvel’s horse by the bridle.
“How dare you!” he cried; “how dare you enter my forest?”
Marvel jerked his bridle from the man’s grasp and said in return:
“Who are you?”
“Me! Who am I? Why, I am the great and powerful Kwytoffle! So beware! Beware my sorcery!”
They all looked at the man curiously. He was short and very fat, and had a face like a puff-ball, with little red eyes and scarcely any nose at all. He wore a black gown with scarlet grasshoppers and june-bugs embroidered upon the cloth; and his hat was high and peaked, with an imitation grasshopper of extraordinary size perched upon its point. In his right hand he carried a small black wand, and around his neck hung a silver whistle on a silver cord.
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