The Brownies And Prince Florimel Part 11

Then he told the king for the first time how the Red Spirit, after the Human Octopus had been cleft in twain by the magic arrow, had flown away into the air, to bide his time, perhaps for further mischief and wrong-doing.

His Majesty's little weazened face turned very grave at the recital.

"Still, Florimel, I would not worry," he said. "I will caution all the band to keep a sharp look-out for the rascal. And do you, my son, woo and win, t.i.tania, for my blessing will fall upon you both."

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To that end Florimel exerted himself, but it was an easy task, since t.i.tania loved him fully as dearly as he her. So when they were seated once at twilight on a stone bench in the palace-garden, very close to each other, he asked the question ever trembling on his lips, and she did not say him nay.

Then Florimel took a slender circlet of gold and placed it on her tiny engagement finger. But, while she first looked at it, then pressed it very tenderly to her little red pouting lips, the Red Spirit suddenly darted from behind the bench, where he had been eavesdropping all the while.

Before Florimel could reach for an arrow the other flew off in the air and disappeared.

"What was that?" t.i.tania cried, in great alarm.

Florimel strove to ease her mind, though he was much alarmed himself.

He felt that the Red Spirit was going to make trouble.

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CHAPTER IX

THE COMPACT WITH VULCAN

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Over the sea Dragonfel the enchanter waited with increasing impatience for the Human Octopus to return with whatever information he might glean in his prowling, sneaking manner. When his grotesque emissary did not put in a prompt appearance he grew more surly and ill-humored than ever.

He vented his rage upon the poor little mine-sprites by increasing their working-hours and decreasing their allowance of carrot-tops and potato-skins.

Whenever he spoke to his followers their knees knocked together with fright. At no time was he gentle, but when he was particularly violent, which was nearly always, he was a very bad person who could be well avoided.

So he became even crankier and crosser-grained than ever, till all around him quaked with fear. He wondered why the Human Octopus did not come back, and his inexplicable delay filled him with ungovernable fury.

"He's not attending to business," he said, grinding his teeth with rage.

"Instead of snooping he's just going around, and having a good time. But wait till he gets back, and I'll show him!" As he spoke these words he happened to be in his throne room, and he went to the open window to look out.

It was a wild, terrible night, but the worse the weather was the more Dragonfel liked it.

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The lightning zig-zagged all over the inky black sky, the thunder roared, the wind howled, and the rain beat down in slanting torrents.

"Vulcan must have some little job on hand," Dragonfel pondered, as he returned to his throne.

Scarcely had he done so when there came a sudden fierce gust of wind that blew the Red Spirit through the window right to his very feet where he cringed and grovelled and fawned in the most abject manner.

"How now, you rogue?" roared Dragonfel above the storm. "Where have you been, and what has kept you? Why have you not returned as you went?

Answer, villain, or it will go hard with you! I will have you strung up by the finger-tips till your toes barely touch the ground and beaten by a thousand and one whips!"

"Oh, master, kind master," gasped the Red Spirit, trying to catch his breath, "wonderful things have I seen, and wonderful things have I to tell you. So incredible are they that you may not believe me, yet I do a.s.sure you most positively that what I am about to relate is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I would never have believed them myself had I not seen them with my own eyes."

"Omit all this long, unnecessary preamble," growled Dragonfel, in great disgust, "and get down to hard facts. What have you discovered?"

"The Brownie prince is to wed the fairy queen!"

Dragonfel's face went from scarlet to white, then from white to scarlet, then back to white, and then to scarlet again, just like the flashing of a vari-colored electric sign.

"How do you know?" he asked, trying to control his temper. "Who told you?"

"No one," said the trembling Red Spirit. "I saw him place an engagement-ring on her finger."

"Well," declared Dragonfel, in a tone of the utmost brutality, "if they are planning to get married all I've got to say is they've got another guess coming!"

"Who will prevent the marriage, kind master?"

"I will prevent it!" irascibly shouted the enchanter, and he clapped his hands together in an imperious way. "What ho, without there! Here's a pretty kettle of fish! Come hither instantly!"

Grouthead, Mandrake, Boundingbore, Wolfinger, Snoutpimple, and others were out in an ante-room, and they almost tumbled over each other in their frantic haste to answer the peremptory summons.

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"Put on your storm-cloaks immediately," ordered Dragonfel. "I want you to come with me to Vulcan's."

"It's a terrible night to be out, kind master," ventured Grouthead, with a shudder.

There came a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder more terrifying than any that had gone before.

"What's the matter with the night?" snapped Dragonfel. "I don't see anything wrong with it. I call this particularly pleasant weather."

"Yes, it's all right now," Grouthead hastened to say.

So in their long, flowing cloaks they all sloshed out in the wind and rain, while the hearts of those who followed after the enchanter quaked and quailed as they plunged on through the pitch-black darkness of the night.

The wind howled and shrieked with increasing fury, the lightning grew sharper, and the peals of thunder more deafening, so that their eyes were nearly blinded, and their ear-drums rang.

Now not so very far from Dragonfel's palace Vulcan whom they had set forth to see had his cavern.

It was a very modest establishment indeed, considering the prodigious results that he achieved, and the wonder was that in such cramped quarters, and with so few to aid him in his work, he could do as much as he did.

The cavern was down by the sea, in among huge rocks and boulders, and over the door, in very modest lettering, was the business sign: VULCAN G.o.d OF FIRE.

Inside was a forge with bellows such as any country blacksmith has, and here Vulcan manufactured earthquakes and volcanos at will.

He could create seismic disturbances all over the world, in a trice throw Vesuvius into hysterical contraptions, or make things suddenly red-hot in Mexico or the British Honduras. His wares were known in every quarter of the globe, and he didn't even so much as advertise.