The Pearl Story Book Part 15

At the end of five days the Council once more a.s.sembled to await the arrival of the messenger with the answer from the King of Zowega.

The day was bright and cold, and there was snow on the ground. The King and Queen were wrapped in thick fur cloaks. The Princesses were all a.s.sembled, too, even the Youngest, who was dressed in ermine and looked as pale as death.

It was Christmas Eve, but there were no Christmas trees preparing and no presents. No one was thinking of hanging his stockings up. The Hall was not decorated, neither were the churches; indeed, there were no churches to decorate, for, as you remember, the people in this kingdom knew nothing about Christmas.

The Council sat and waited in the big bare Hall.

At last the great doors were flung open, there was a blast of trumpets, and the messenger appeared.

He was tall and fair, and held himself proudly. His eyes were bright and shining and there was a smile upon his face. He was completely dressed in bright green and the Council noted with astonishment that he was without armour of any kind. He wore neither breastplate, shield nor helmet; he had neither sword by his side, nor spurs on his feet.

He was bare-headed, and in his right hand he carried something green, h.o.r.n.y and p.r.i.c.kly, with little red dots on it.

Looking neither to the right nor to the left, he walked with firm and steady step up the long Hall between the rows of armed warriors.

As he pa.s.sed the Youngest Princess she blushed deeply, but he did not seem to notice her.

When he reached the throne he bowed low before the King and Queen, and laid the p.r.i.c.kly object on the table before them.

"Your Majesty," said he in a clear, ringing voice. "From the King of Zowega, greeting! He sends you this token. It is the symbol of the Secret of Happiness."

The King stared, so did the Queen.

They had expected a Pearl of Great Price, accompanied by a scroll on which was written the Secret of Happiness, and the King of Zowega had sent them _this_!

Amid dead silence the King took the token up in his hands in order to examine it more carefully.

He dropped it hastily, for it p.r.i.c.ked him, and little drops of blood were seen starting from his hand.

"Highty-tighty!" said he. "'Tis surely some kind of beast and a symbol of war, for it p.r.i.c.ked me right smartly. Truly the King of Zowega deals in riddles which I for one cannot read! Take it, my dear," added he to the Queen and pointing to the token; "perchance your quick wits may be able to understand this mystery."

She picked up the token and examined it carefully.

It rather resembled the branch of a tree, but the leaves were thick and resisting and edged with very sharp spikes, and there was on it a cl.u.s.ter of round, bright red objects like tiny b.a.l.l.s. But even as it had p.r.i.c.ked the King so did it p.r.i.c.k her, and she dropped it hastily into the lap of the Eldest Princess, who was sitting beside her.

"Paradighty!" exclaimed the Queen in her own language. "It is certainly a beast. See, it has horns!" and she pointed to the spikes.

"But I certainly cannot read the riddle--if riddle it be."

Then it was pa.s.sed to all the Princesses in turn, but they could not read the token any more than could the King and Queen. At last it reached the Youngest Princess, and, though it p.r.i.c.ked her little hands sorely, she took it up tenderly and kissed it.

"'Tis a token of love," said she.

The messenger turned his shining eyes full upon her.

"The Princess has read the riddle of the token aright," said he, and he stepped forward as though to kiss her hand.

"Stay!" said the King imperiously springing to his feet. "A token of love, forsooth! But I sent the King of Zowega a Declaration of War!

What does he mean by sending me a token of love? The Princess must certainly be mistaken--and as for _you_," he continued, turning fiercely to the messenger, "you shall be marched off to prison until we have had time to consult with our Wise Men as to the real meaning of this extraordinary token."

So there and then the messenger was marched off to spend the night in prison, and all the Wise Men in the kingdom were bidden to appear in the Council Chamber the very next day, especially one very old Wise Man from the East who was reputed to be wiser than all the others put together.

The next day, of course, was Christmas Day, but, as these people had never heard of Christmas, there were no bells ringing, no carols were sung, and there was neither holly, ivy nor mistletoe upon the walls.

Slowly and painfully the Wise Men began to arrive.

They were all dressed alike, in black flowing robes, and on their heads they wore long pointed black caps covered with weird devices.

The very old Wise Man from the East wore a red pointed cap, but in all other respects was dressed just like the others.

They a.s.sembled round a large circular table at one end of the Hall. In the middle of the table was placed the token.

At the other end of the Hall were gathered the warriors, and above them on a double throne sat the King and Queen with the Princesses grouped on either side of the dais.

The Wise Men examined the token in silence.

"'Tis a curious beast," said one of them at last.

"Of a new and quite unheard-of species," said another.

"It has neither legs nor tail," said a third.

"Yet it has a number of globular red eyes," said a fourth.

"And it certainly has horns," said a fifth.

And so said they all, until it came to the turn of the very old Wise Man from the East.

He looked long at the token.

"It has horns," said he at last, "but it is not a beast."

"Not a beast!" said they, one to the other.

"But what is it then?"

"It is a token of love," said he.

"Highty-tighty," interrupted the King. "Read us then the full meaning of the token."

"I cannot," said the very old Wise Man; "but let the youth be brought hither who carried it. He will be able to explain it more fully than I."

"Paradighty!" said the Queen in her own language. "Why did we not think of that before! Fetch him back again at once!"

So two of the warriors fetched the youth from prison, and he was soon standing before the a.s.sembly, with his head held as high and his eyes as bright and shining as before.

"Read us the token!" commanded the King.

The youth bowed low. "The Princess read it aright yesterday. It is a token of love."