Complete Works of L. Frank Baum

by L. Frank Baum

  “Ah, it is different with the mermaids,” said Princess Clia.

  “Yes, all your things are kept dry because they are surrounded by air. I’ve heard how the mermaids live. But here it is different.”

  “Take this ring,” said the Queen, handing the chief cook a circlet which she drew from her finger. “While it is in your possession, the food you prepare will not get wet, or even moist.”

  “I thank your Majesty,” returned the cook, taking the ring. “My name is Tom Atto, and I’ll do my best to please you. How would you like for luncheon some oysters on the half-shell, clam broth, shrimp salad, broiled turtle steak and watermelon?”

  “That will do very nicely,” answered the Queen.

  “Do watermelons grow in the sea?” asked Trot.

  “Of course, that is why they are called watermelons,” replied Tom Atto. “I think I shall serve you a water ice, in addition to the rest. Water ice is an appropriate sea food.”

  “Have some watercress with the salad,” said Cap’n Bill.

  “I’d thought of that,” declared the cook. “Doesn’t my bill of fare make your mouths water?”

  “Hurry up and get it ready,” suggested Trot.

  Tom Atto at once bowed and retired, and when they were done, Cap’n Bill said to the queen, “Do you think, ma’am, we can manage to escape from Zog and his castle?”

  “I hope we shall find a way,” replied Aquareine. “The evil powers of magic which Zog controls may not prove to be as strong as the fairy powers I possess, but of course I cannot be positive until I discover what this wicked magician is able to do.”

  Princess Clia was looking out of one of the windows. “I think I can see an opening far up in the top of the dome,” she said. They all hastened to the windows to look, and although Trot and Cap’n Bill could see nothing but a solid dome above the castle — perhaps because it was so far away from them — the sharp eyes of Aquareine were not to be deceived.

  “Yes,” she announced, “there is surely an opening in the center of the great dome. A little thought must convince us that such an opening is bound to exist, for otherwise the water confined within the dome would not be fresh or clear.”

  “Then if we could escape from this castle, we could swim up to the hole in the dome and get free!” exclaimed Trot.

  “Why, Zog has probably ordered the opening well guarded, as he has all the other outlets,” responded the Queen. “Yet it may be worth while for us to make the attempt to get back into the broad ocean this way. The night would be the best time, when all are asleep, and surely it will be quicker to reach the ocean through this hole in the roof than by means of the long, winding passages by which we entered.”

  “But we will have to break out of the castle in some way,” observed Cap’n Bill.

  “That will not be difficult,” answered Aquareine. “It will be no trouble for me to shatter one of these panes of glass, allowing us to pass out and swim straight up to the top of the dome.”

  “Let’s do it now!” said Trot eagerly.

  “No, my dear, we must wait for a good opportunity when we are not watched closely. We do not wish the terrible Zog to thwart our plan,” answered the Queen gently.

  Presently two sailor boys entered bearing trays of food, which they placed upon a large table. They were cheery-faced young fellows with gills at their throats, but had laughing eyes, and Trot was astonished not to find any of the slaves of Zog weeping or miserable. Instead, they were as jolly and good-natured as could be and seemed to like their life under the water. Cap’n Bill asked one of the boys how many slaves were in the castle, and the youth replied that he would try to count them and let him know.

  Tom Atto had, they found, prepared for them an excellent meal, and they ate heartily because they were really hungry. After luncheon Cap’n Bill smoked his pipe contentedly, and they renewed their conversation, planning various ways to outwit Zog and make their escape. While thus engaged, the gong at the door sounded and Sacho entered.

  “My diabolical master commands you to attend him,” said the boy.

  “When?” asked Aquareine.

  “At once, your Majesty.”

  “Very well, we will follow you,” she said. So they swam down the corridors following Sacho until they again reached the golden-domed room they had formerly visited. Here sat Zog just as they had left him, seemingly, but when his prisoners entered, the magician arose and stood upon his cloven feet and then silently walked to a curtained archway.

  Sacho commanded the prisoners to follow, and beyond the archway they found a vast chamber that occupied the center of the castle and was as big as a ballroom. Zog, who seemed to walk with much difficulty because his ungainly body swayed back and forth, did not go far beyond the arched entrance. A golden throne was set nearby, and in this the monster seated himself. At one side of the throne stood a group of slaves. They were men, women and children. All had broad gold bands clasped around their ankles as a badge of servitude, and at each throat were the fish’s gills that enabled them to breathe and live under water. Yet every face was smiling and serene, even in the presence of their dread master. In parts of the big hall were groups of other slaves.

  Sacho ranged the prisoners in a circle before Zog’s throne, and slowly the magician turned his eyes, glowing like live coals, upon the four. “Captives,” said he, speaking in his clear, sweet voice, “in our first interview you defied me, and both the mermaid queen and the princess declared they could not die. But if that is a true statement, as I have yet to discover, there are various ways to make you miserable and unhappy, and this I propose to do in order to amuse myself at your expense. You have been brought here to undergo the first trial of strength between us.” None of the prisoners replied to this speech, so Zog turned to one of his slaves and said, “Rivivi, bring in the Yell-Maker.”

  Rivivi was a big fellow, brown of skin and with flashing, black eyes. He bowed to his master and left the room by an archway covered with heavy draperies. The next moment these curtains were violently pushed aside, and a dreadful sea creature swam into the hall. It had a body much like that of a crab, only more round and of a jet-black color. Its eyes were bright yellow balls set on the ends of two horns that stuck out of its head. They were cruel-looking eyes, too, and seemed able to see every person in the room at the same time. The legs of the Yell-Maker, however, were the most curious part of the creature. There were six of them, slender and black as coal, and each extended twelve to fifteen feet from its body when stretched out in a straight line. They were hinged in several places so they could be folded up or extended at will. At the ends of these thin legs were immense claws shaped like those of a lobster, and they were real “nippers” of a most dangerous sort.

  The prisoners knew, as soon as they saw the awful claws, why the thing was called the “Yell-Maker,” and Trot gave a little shiver and crept closer to Cap’n Bill. Zog looked with approval upon the creature he had summoned and said to it, “I give you four victims, the four people with fish’s tails. Let me hear how loud they can yell.”

  The Yell-Maker uttered a grunt of pleasure and in a flash stretched out one of its long legs toward the queen’s nose, where its powerful claws came together with a loud noise. Aquareine did not stir; she only smiled. Both Zog and the creature that had attacked her seemed much surprised to find she was unhurt. “Again!” cried Zog, and again the Yell-Maker’s claw shot out and tried to pinch the queen’s pretty ear. But the magic of the fairy mermaid was proof against this sea-rascal’s strength and swiftness, nor could he touch any part of Aquareine, although he tried again and again, roaring with anger like a mad bull.

  Trot began to enjoy this performance, and as her merry, childish laughter rang out, the Yell-Maker turned furiously upon the little girl, two of the dreadful claws trying to nip her at the same time. She had no chance to cry out or jump backward, yet she remained unharmed. For the Fairy Circle of Queen Aquareine kept her safe. Now Cap’n Bill was attacked, and Princess Clia as well. The ha
lf-dozen slender legs darted in every direction like sword thrusts to reach their victims, and the cruel claws snapped so rapidly that the sound was like the rattling of castanets. But the four prisoners regarded their enemy with smiling composure, and no yell greeted the Yell-Maker’s efforts.

  “Enough!” said Zog, softly and sweetly. “You may retire, my poor Yell-Maker, for with these people you are powerless.”

  The creature paused and rolled its yellow eyes. “May I nip just one of the slaves, oh Zog?” it asked pleadingly. “I hate to leave without pleasing your ears with a single yell.”

  “Let my slaves alone,” was Zog’s answer. “They are here to serve me and must not be injured. Go, feeble one.”

  “Not so!” cried the Queen. “It is a shame, Zog, that such an evil thing should exist in our fair sea.” With this, she drew her fairy wand from a fold of her gown and waved it toward the creature. At once the Yell-Maker sank down unconscious upon the floor; its legs fell apart in many pieces, the claws tumbling in a heap beside the body. Then all grew withered and lost shape, becoming a pulpy mass, like gelatin. A few moments later the creature had melted away to nothing at all, forever disappearing from the ocean where it had caused so much horror and pain.

  Zog watched this destruction with surprising patience. When it was all over, he nodded his head and smiled, and Trot noticed that whenever Zog smiled, his slaves lost their jolly looks and began to tremble. “That is very pretty magic, Aquareine,” said the monster. “I myself learned the trick several thousand years ago, so it does not astonish me. Have you fairies nothing that is new to show me?”

  “We desire only to protect ourselves,” replied the Queen with dignity.

  “Then I will give you a chance to do so,” said Zog. As he spoke, the great marble blocks in the ceiling of the room directly over the heads of the captives gave way and came crashing down upon them. Many tons of weight were in these marble blocks, and the magician had planned to crush his victims where they stood. But the four were still unharmed. The marble, being unable to touch them, was diverted from its course, and when the roar of the great crash had died away, Zog saw his intended victims standing quietly in their places and smiling scornfully at his weak attempts to destroy them.

  CHAPTER 16

  THE TOP OF THE GREAT DOME

  Cap’n Bill’s heart was beating pretty vast, but he did not let Zog know that. Trot was so sure of the protection of the fairy mermaids that she would not allow herself to become frightened. Aquareine and Clia were as calm as if nothing had happened.

  “Please excuse this little interruption,” said Zog. “I knew very well the marble blocks would not hurt you. But the play is over for a time. You may now retire to your rooms, and when I again invite you to my presence, I shall have found some better ways to entertain you.”

  Without reply to this threat, they turned and followed Sacho from the hall, and the boy led them straight back to their own rooms.

  “Zog is making a great mistake,” said Sacho with a laugh. “He has no time for vengeance, but the great magician does not know that.”

  “What is he trying to do, anyway?” asked Trot.

  “He does not tell me all his secrets, but I’ve an idea he wants to kill you,” replied Sacho. “How absurd it is to be plotting such a thing when he might spend his time in laughing and being jolly! Isn’t it, now?”

  “Zog is a wicked, wicked creature!” exclaimed Trot.

  “But he had his good points,” replied Sacho cheerfully. “There is no one about in the world so bad that there is nothing good about him.”

  “I’m not so sure of that,” said Cap’n Bill. “What are Zog’s good points?”

  “All his slaves were saved from drowning, and he is kind to them,” said Sacho.

  “That is merely the kindness of selfishness,” said Aquareine. “Tell me, my lad, is the opening in the great dome outside guarded?”

  “Yes indeed,” was the reply. “You cannot hope to escape in that way, for the prince of the sea devils, who is the largest and fiercest of his race, lies crouched over the opening night and day, and none can pass his network of curling legs.”

  “Is there no avenue that is not guarded?” continued Aquareine.

  “None at all, your Majesty. Zog is always careful to be well guarded, for he fears the approach of an enemy. What this enemy can be to terrify the great magician I do not know, but Zog is always afraid and never leaves an entrance unguarded. Besides, it is an enchanted castle, you know, and none in the ocean can see it unless Zog wishes him to. So it will be very hard for his enemy to find him.”

  “We wish to escape,” said Clia. “Will you help us, Sacho?”

  “In any way I can,” replied the boy.

  “If we succeed, we will take you with us,” continued the Princess.

  But Sacho shook his head and laughed. “I would indeed like to see you escape Zog’s vengeance,” said he, “for vengeance is wrong, and you are too pretty and too good to be destroyed. But I am happy here and have no wish to go away, having no other home or friends other than my fellow slaves.”

  Then he left them, and when they were again alone, Aquareine said, “We were able to escape Zog’s attacks today, but I am quite sure he will plan more powerful ways to destroy us. He has shown that he knows some clever magic, and perhaps I shall not be able to foil it. So it will be well for us to escape tonight if possible.”

  “Can you fight and conquer the big sea devil up in the dome?” asked Trot.

  The queen was thoughtful, and did not reply to this question at once. But Cap’n Bill said uneasily, “I can’t abide them devil critters, an’ I hopes, for my part, we won’t be called on to tackle ‘em. You see, Trot, we’re in consider’ble of a bad mess, an’ if we ever live to tell the tale — ”

  “Why not, Cap’n?” asked the child. “We’re safe enough so far. Can’t you trust our good friend, the queen?”

  “She don’t seem plumb sure o’ things herself,” remarked the sailor. “The mermaids is all right an’ friendly, mate, but this ‘ere magic maker, ol’ Zog, is a bad one, out ‘n’ out, an’ means to kill us if he can.”

  “But he can’t!” cried Trot bravely.

  “I hope you’re right, dear. I wouldn’t want to bet on Zog’s chances jes’ yet, an’ at the same time it would be riskin’ money to bet on our chances. Seems to me it’s a case of luck which wins.”

  “Don’t worry, friend,” said the Queen. “I have a plan to save us. Let us wait patiently until nightfall.” They waited in the Rose Chamber a long time, talking earnestly together, but the brilliant light that flooded both the room and the great dome outside did not fade in the least. After several hours had passed away, the gong sounded and Tom Atto again appeared, followed by four slaves bearing many golden dishes upon silver trays. The friendly cook had prepared a fine dinner, and they were all glad to find that, whatever Zog intended to do to them, he had no intention of starving them. Perhaps the magician realized that Aquareine’s fairy powers, if put to the test, would be able to provide food for her companions, but whatever his object may have been, their enemy had given them splendid rooms and plenty to eat.

  “Isn’t it nearly nighttime?” asked the Queen as Tom Atto spread the table with a cloth of woven seaweed and directed his men to place the dishes upon it.

  “Night!” he exclaimed as if surprised. “There is no night here.”

  “Doesn’t it ever get dark?” inquired Trot.

  “Never. We know nothing of the passage of time or of day or night. The light always shines just as you see it now, and we sleep whenever we are tired and rise again as soon as we are rested.”

  “What causes the light?” Princess Clia asked.

  “It’s magic, your Highness,” said the cook solemnly. “It’s one of the curious things Zog is able to do. But you must remember all this place is a big cave in which the castle stands, so the light is never seen by anyone except those who live here.”

  “But why does Zog kee
p his light going all the time?” asked the Queen.

  “I suppose it is because he himself never sleeps,” replied Tom Atto. “They say the master hasn’t slept for hundreds of years, not since Anko, the sea serpent, defeated him and drove him into this place.”

  They asked no more questions and began to eat their dinner in silence. Before long, Cap’n Joe came in to visit his brother and took a seat at the table with the prisoners. He proved a jolly fellow, and when he and Cap’n Bill talked about their boyhood days, the stories were so funny that everybody laughed and for a time forgot their worries.

  When dinner was over, however, and Cap’n Joe had gone back to his work of sewing on buttons and the servants had carried away the dishes, the prisoners remembered their troubles and the fate that awaited them. “I am much disappointed,” said the Queen, “to find there is no night here and that Zog never sleeps. It will make our escape more difficult. Yet we must make the attempt, and as we are tired and a great struggle is before us, it will be best for us to sleep and refresh ourselves.”

  They agreed to this, for the day had been long and adventurous, so Cap’n Bill kissed Trot and went in to the Peony Room, where he lay down upon his spongy couch and fell fast asleep. The mermaids and Trot followed this example, and I think none of them was much worried, after all, because they quickly sank into peaceful slumber and forgot all the dangers that threatened them.

  CHAPTER 17

  THE QUEEN’S GOLDEN SWORD

  “Goodness me!” exclaimed Trot, raising herself by a flirt of her pink-scaled tail and a wave of her fins, “isn’t it dreadful hot here?”

  The mermaids had risen at the same time, and Cap’n Bill came swimming in from the Peony Room in time to hear the little girl’s speech.