soon get tired and fall behind, but an hour passed and he showed no
signs of being fatigued. So she leant over her horse and whispered
softly in his ear. Instantly the horse bounded forward more swiftly
than ever—so fast, indeed, that she could hardly keep her eyes open
against the wind, and her golden crown was suddenly whisked away, and
her beautiful golden hair streamed far out behind. Still the knight
kept up, and seemed not the least distressed at the speed. The Owl
meanwhile was flying far overhead, but she was not at all surprised at
his keeping up, for nothing seemed impossible to him. After they had
been riding thus for nearly two hours they came to a place where the
path was crossed by a river, and here the Princess thought it advisable
to stop and rest a moment and to let the horses drink. So she called
to the knight to stop, as she was going to get off for a moment, and
he at once sprang off his horse, and coming to her saddle-bow held her
stirrup for her to dismount. When she was off she leaned against a tree
looking at the horses as they drank eagerly from the river, and then
came out to browse for a moment on the bank. Then she went to where the
knight’s horse stood, and patted him on the neck, for you see he was
not a very fierce-looking animal, and she was not at all afraid of him.
‘He’s a wonderfully swift horse, Sir Knight,’ she said suddenly, ‘and
I believe there is no other horse in the world as swift—not even
Selim—the horse I spoke about—that belongs to the Prince of India.’
The knight nodded.
‘He is a good horse, but he is no better than Selim, your Majesty, for
I know Selim very well.’
All this while he had kept his vizor down, and the Princess had been
too polite to ask him to raise it, even though it was rather rude of
him to keep it down. So she could not tell who he was. She knew all the
knights of her own kingdom by sight, as well as most of her allies, for
you must know that a great many foreign princes had sent her troops to
assist her against the rebel. She looked at the device on his shield;
it was a crowned tiger, but that did not help her, for she did not know
whose crest it was. So at last when she could bear her curiosity no
longer, she determined to ask him. So she said:
‘Sir Knight, should you think me very rude if I were to ask you whether
you are under a vow of hiding your face?’
‘I am bound by no such vow; but why do you ask, your Majesty?’
‘Because ever since I have seen you you have kept your vizor down, and
I thought perhaps it was on account of some such vow.’
‘Oh, I beg your pardon a thousand times, your Majesty,’ said the
knight. ‘But I did not remember that I had let it down, for you see I
look through its bars without noticing the difference. But I hope your
Majesty will pardon the absent-mindedness,’ and he raised the vizor, at
the same time bowing low to her. But it was now the Princess’s turn to
be confused, for she saw before her Sir Alured the Emperor of India, a
prince nearly as powerful as herself. She blushed with shame and then
said:
‘Oh, Sir Knight, I mean your Royal Highness, it is I who should crave
your pardon, for all the while I have addressed you as “Sir Knight,”
instead of as “your Majesty.” But I am very sorry.’
But Sir Alured said:
‘Nay, your Majesty, you have the right to call me what you will, for I
am always your humble vassal.’
‘My ally, you should say, your Majesty.’
‘I am always your servant, not your ally, your Majesty.’
‘Then I fear you will soon be the vassal of a queen without a kingdom;
and if this Merrymineral prevail over me, I fear he will punish you for
having aided me.’
But the Prince said:
‘All is not yet lost, your Majesty, and whatever happens your Majesty
will always have a protector while I am alive.’
The Princess smiled.
‘Ah! you mean the cherished Owl. You will always protect me, won’t
you, Owl?’ she said, looking up at the Owl who was seated again on her
shoulder. And the Owl nodded his head.
She looked at her watch just then. ‘Why,’ she said, ‘we have been here
just ten minutes, and it is time to start again, if you are rested
sufficiently.’
So he helped her to mount, and they crossed the river. It was not very
deep, but still she got the skirts of her dress quite wet, for the
water was high enough for that.
However, the gallop in the hot sun on the other side soon dried them.
In an hour and a half they were on the top of a hill from which they
could see the town of Arecarp in the valley beneath.
The sun was shining brightly on the tents of the army as it lay round
the town, and at some distance the camp of the enemy appeared. But
still all looked peaceful.
The Prince gazed carefully at the armies. After a moment he said:
‘There has been no fighting since I left the city this morning, nor has
the position altered at all. I fancy Merrymineral has sent ambassadors
to demand surrender from Lord Licec.’
The Princess smiled.
‘He will never surrender,’ she said.
‘Nor will any of us, your Majesty,’ added the Prince. ‘However, let us
descend the hill.’
Down the hill the road lay through a deep gorge, so deep that the sun
did not penetrate it, and it lay in delicious shade. The sides of
the valley were lined with the silver-barked birch, below which grew
nodding foxgloves, and as they went slowly down the steep path, ever
and anon a rabbit would scuttle out of the grassy track to a safe
distance in front of them, where it sat on its haunches with its little
ears pricked up, smelling at them anxiously as they came near again,
and then it would scutter along into the thick rank grass to its home.
So they went slowly down the path until they came once more to the
level ground, and they were again able to gallop on.
Soon they reached the town, and clattered through the cobbled streets
to the market-place, where Lord Licec had his head-quarters. But the
market-place was crowded with soldiers and knights who were bargaining
for food, so that it was by no means easy to get through the crowd.
However, as soon as they got near the place, the soldiers recognised
the Princess and began to cheer, and immediately an avenue was formed
up to the door of the council-house, and the Princess rode smiling
through the throng, followed by the Prince.
The news of her arrival ran through the whole camp, and immediately
such a shout went up from the men that the enemy thought they were
preparing for battle, and they made ready to resist the attack. At the
door of the council-hall Lord Licec was waiting with the rest of the
captains of renown, and they followed the Princess upstairs to the
council-chamber.
As soon as they were seated the Princess asked for the latest news. She
was told all that had happened, and when she had heard it she dismissed
the Lords of the Council, all except Lord Licec and the Prince of
India, who were to stay and dine with her, and she gave orders that the
dinner should be brought as soon as possible, for to tell the truth she
felt rather hungry, as she had had nothing to eat since breakfast-time.
Now when the Princess had finished giving her orders about the dinner,
Licec could not refrain from asking her why she had come.
‘Was it not rather foolish,’ he said, ‘to hazard your life for nothing?
for of a truth you are——’
But the Princess put her finger on his mouth.
‘I will not be bullied by you, my lord, even though you are old enough
to be my father. I know what you were going to say—that the battlefield
is no place for girls. Now I won’t be called a girl, for I’m nineteen,
you know. His Majesty the Emperor of India there insulted me by calling
me a girl, and I have not forgiven him yet. Besides you’ll spoil my
appetite for dinner if you lecture me. It always does; so do be quiet
now, at any rate till after dinner.’
So Licec had to be quiet, and they talked about something else till
dinner-time.
Just as they had finished, a frightful shouting outside made them drop
their dessert knives and run to the window, but as the window did not
face on to the street they could not tell what was the matter. So the
Princess rang the bell, and when the servant appeared she asked him
what was the cause of the shouting.
‘May it please your Majesty, ambassadors have arrived from the enemy
and would speak to you.’
‘Show them this way and send at the same time for the Lords of the
Council.’
So the servant went, and in a short time a heavy stumping was heard on
the stairs. Suddenly the door burst open and the ambassadors entered.
They were a rather remarkable pair of ambassadors, although they could
hardly be said to pair well. For the one was an enormous giant with a
long beard, dressed in leaves mostly, and so tall that he could not
stand upright in the room; in his hand he carried an enormous pole,
from the end of which a spiked ball dangled. The other, however, was
very nearly his opposite in everything. For he was very small, a dwarf
in fact, and he was dressed in very tight yellow armour, and from the
top of his helmet a crest of red roses hung down to his saddle—for you
must know he had insisted on not getting off his horse, or rather pony,
for that too was very small—in fact it just fitted the dwarf.
As soon as the Princess had recovered from her astonishment, she rose
from her seat and said:
‘Are you the ambassadors from the rebel Merrymineral?’
The dwarf replied:
‘I don’t know anything about the rebel part of the business, but we
are the ambassadors from Merrymineral, whom we are bound to serve for
a certain time. But who are you, I should like to know, and what right
have you to speak to me in this insulting manner? D’you think I’m here
to be insulted by you? If you think so, I’ll tell you point-blank I’m
not—so there.’ And in the rage he had worked himself into he began to
spur his steed till it jumped off the floor so high that it knocked his
head against the ceiling.
The Princess was not used to being treated like that. However she was
not at all angry at it—she only laughed at his misfortune, which made
him all the more outrageous.
‘How dare you laugh at me?’ he screamed; ‘who are you, you minx, you
minx, you lynx—you——’
But the Princess did not listen to him. She turned to the giant, who at
any rate was quiet, and said:
‘Will you not take a chair until the Lords of the Council arrive?’
The giant looked at her in stupid astonishment.
‘What shall I do with the chair when I’ve taken it?’ he mumbled.
‘I mean you to sit down on it, of course,’ said the Princess.
The giant growled out in reply:
‘Well, I never sat on a chair before, but to please you I will.’
So he sat down, but as he was not used to sitting on chairs he sat down
on its back; but it was only a small cane-bottomed chair, and as he was
very big, and the chair was very small, the result is easily foreseen,
for the chair collapsed under him as if he had sat on a top-hat, and he
reclined comfortably on the floor, where he remained for the rest of
the time.
‘I think I’ll stop where I am,’ he said, when they offered him a wooden
stool to sit on, ‘for you see I’m not used to chairs.’ So they let him
stop where he was.
One by one the Lords of the Council began to arrive; they looked
curiously at the ambassadors but said nothing. When they were all
arrived the Princess said to the dwarf:
‘Now if you will state your message we will listen.’
So the dwarf snarled in a bad-tempered voice:
‘I shan’t tell you—you aren’t the commander-in-chief of the army, are
you?’
‘No, but I am the Queen of the Western World.’
‘Oh! you’re the Queen of the Western World, are you? Well, you won’t be
Queen of the Western World long, if you don’t mind your P’s and Q’s.
The king Merrymineral sent me to say that if you don’t marry him and
make him king, he’ll kill the lot of you and make himself king in spite
of you—so there; and I’m to wait for an answer.’
After consulting the Council for a moment the Princess said:
‘Of course I shan’t marry him—how could he be so ridiculous as to think
so?’
The dwarf laughed.
‘That’s your answer, is it?’ he said. ‘I thought so. I say, Gog, have
you written it down?’
But Gog had gone to sleep. So the dwarf pricked him with the end of his
lance.
‘I say, Gog,’ he said, ‘she’s given her answer and you haven’t written
it down, and I’ve forgotten it already. Just say it over again, Queen,
will you? and not too fast, or Gog here will never get it down.’
The giant now drew from his pocket a very soiled and crumpled
half-sheet of a copy-book and began to write from the Princess’s
dictation.
‘Of course I should not do anything so——’ Here he stopped.
‘How do you spell “ridiculous”?’ he said.
‘With two “k’s,” of course,’ said the dwarf; ‘even I know that, though
I can’t write.’
When he had finished he handed it to the Princess:
‘Just sign your name, will you?’
The Princess signed her name, but she could not help seeing that the
writing was very bad and the spelling was awful.
‘Why didn’t they send some one who could write better? Why! that “r” is
more like a “k” than an “r”.’
But the giant shook his head mournfully.
‘They hadn’t got any one else in the army who could write except
Merrymineral, and he was afraid to come.’
‘But weren’t you afraid to come?’ she said.
The giant shook his mace round so violently that it grazed the helmet
of the dwarf, and cut his crest of roses off.
‘Whom am I to be afraid of?’ he growled. ‘I could kill your whole army
single-handed’; and he laughed loud and long.
But just at this moment the Owl, that had been sitting on the floor
behind the Princess’s chair, flew up on to her shoulder, and no sooner
did the giant see the Owl than he jumped up from the floor, where you
remember he was sitting, and he was in such a hurry that he knocked a
hole in the plaster of the ceiling with his head.
‘Come, I say, you know,’ he said, ‘I can fight anything in reason—but
I’m not going to tackle that, you know; besides, we’re ambassadors,
and you can’t hurt us. I’m going’; and he rushed out of the room as
fast as he could, and the dwarf followed him as fast as he could make
his horse gallop, and they never stopped till they reached the camp of
Merrymineral. For they were very frightened, you see.
After they had gone the Princess again dismissed the Councillors, and
when they had gone, she said to Lord Licec and the Prince, who by the
bye still remained:
‘Now let us finish our dessert’—for the ambassadors had come in right
in the middle of it.
After a moment the Princess said:
‘How absurd of him to think I would marry him—why, he’s old enough to
be my great-grandfather.’
But suddenly she became grave:
‘But perhaps I ought to have thought before I gave the answer. Would
it not have been better for my people if I had consented? for then he
would kill no more of them.’
But the Prince became quite angry at such an idea. ‘It’s absurd,’ he
said. ‘Why, as soon as he had married you and become king he would
murder you and then kill just as many of your people as he will now;
besides, who knows that we may not still conquer him?’
The Princess turned to Lord Licec:
‘What do you say, my lord?’ she said.
‘I think just as the Prince of India—for even if he did not murder you
he would oppress the people without mercy, and besides, your people
would never allow you to marry him, so that is out of the question.’
The Princess gave a sigh of relief.
‘Since you say so, Lord Licec, it must be right; besides, I don’t think
I could ever marry him—he is such a very unpleasant sort of man.’
And the Prince answered:
‘You are quite right there’; and he seemed quite happy again.
Soon after it became evening, and Lord Licec had to go out to look
after his army, and the Prince too went to see that his men were all
prepared for any night attack—for his men were right in the very front
of all, and so they were quite close to the enemy, who might at any
time begin an attack.
So the Princess was left all alone with the Owl, but she did not feel
lonely with him, for he was very sociable, and would do anything that
he was told to do. So they played hide-and-seek till it was too dark
to see any more, and then she went to bed and slept soundly till the
rays of the sun falling on her face the next morning woke her up. She
was soon dressed, and when she had finished she went into the next
room, where she found Lord Licec already awaiting her.
‘What does your Majesty intend to do this morning? for I shall not be
with you, as I am going to order the army to advance to the attack, and
so your Majesty had better stay within the town for the rest of the
day.’
‘Indeed, I shall do nothing of the sort,’ she answered. ‘I am going to
lead the army to-day to see if we cannot regain some ground, for I had
rather die fighting than be driven back like this, so please don’t say
I mustn’t go; besides, the Owl will protect me; he promised to; didn’t
you, Owl?’ and the Owl nodded.
‘But they may shoot the Owl with their arrows, and then——’
‘But the Owl before now has conquered Merrymineral himself, and he may
still do it. Oh, please don’t tell me not to go. If you’ll only let me
go I’ll promise to keep near the Prince of India, and he’ll protect me,
even if the Owl can’t.’
‘But the Prince of India is always in the thickest of the fight, and
you will be in much greater danger if you keep near him.’
‘Oh, never mind the danger; do let me go.’
And she begged so hard that Lord Licec had to give in. She put on a
breastplate and a sword, but she would not put on a helmet, for she
said that it made her head ache, and that no one would know who she
was if she covered her face up. So she only wore a gold circlet on her
head, as she usually did, and besides this she carried a silver shield
with the royal crest on it, and a small lance just like a knight’s
spear, only not so heavy, and thus mounted on her white horse she rode
to the very front of the line of battle, and there she found the Prince
of India at the head of his men.
They had already furled their tents and were quite ready to begin the
battle as soon as the others were ready.
The Prince was very much astonished when he saw her, for it was the
last place in the world he had expected to see her in.
‘Do you really mean to say,’ he exclaimed, ‘that Lord Licec allowed you
to come out to the field of battle? Why, he must be mad.’
‘Oh no, he’s not,’ answered the Princess; ‘but you see if I only beg
hard enough he’ll let me do whatever I like, and then I promised to
keep near you, for I thought you would protect me. However, you don’t
seem very glad to see me—perhaps you think I shall hinder you—so I’ll
go and ask some one else to take care of me, as you don’t seem to
relish the task. Good-morning’; and she began to move off; but she
knew very well that he would not let her go like that, and to tell the
truth she rather hoped he wouldn’t, for she thought she would like him
to take care of her better than any one else in the army. Of course he
did stop her and said:
‘If you really insist on stopping on the field no one is more fit to
take care of you than I. So _do_ stop.’
And she allowed herself to be persuaded to stop with him.
Just as they had managed to arrange it so, a trumpet blew in the
direction of the town, and immediately troops of knights and
men-at-arms began to pour out of the gates, and to form the line of
battle, and as each band of men came along they cheered long and loud
at the sight of the Princess, and the Princess felt very happy, for she
liked to know that her people loved her. Gradually the immense army
came into one long line of glistening steel, and again the trumpets
sounded, and the line began to move forward like a wave of the sea as
it runs up the smooth sand sweeping all before it. The smooth plain
which was to form the battlefield was dotted here and there with troops
of cattle which had come down in the night from the hills to feed on
the long sweet grass, and they raised their heads in astonishment at
the line of knights and bowmen that marched slowly down on them; so
they shook their heads and galloped off straight in front of the line,
with their tails high in the air, and they were in such blind haste
that they charged right through the lines of the enemy who were now
approaching, and not only through them they went, but also through
their camp, tossing the tents into the air with their horns as they
went by. However, at last they reached the hills, and did not disturb
the combatants any more.
Meanwhile the armies had got quite close together—so close indeed that
they could see each other’s faces quite plainly—but they did not seem
particularly eager to fight. So when they had got thus far they halted,
and looked at one another.
As yet Merrymineral had not arrived, for to tell the truth he was never
a very early riser, and he did not see why he should hurry himself—for
you see he was quite sure of winning the battle without much trouble.
Just opposite the Princess was the flower of the enemy, and she
recognised many of the great men of the countries that had rebelled
with Merrymineral. They did not seem particularly happy where they
were, and especially when the Princess looked at them they looked very
red and uncomfortable, as if they did not like it at all.
‘I do believe they’re ashamed of themselves,’ she said to the Prince;
and he answered:
‘They certainly look like it.’
‘Do you think,’ she asked, ‘if I were to go over to them and offer to
pardon them that they would leave Merrymineral and come on my side?’
The Prince thought a moment.
‘I believe they would,’ he said; ‘only if I were you I would not go, I
should send an ambassador or a herald.’
But the Princess shook her head.
‘That would never do,’ she said. ‘I’m sure they’d be offended at that.
Why, it would look as if I thought they were not to be trusted, and
besides they would not hurt me. No, I’ll go to them quite alone.’
But the Prince said:
‘You had better let me go with you, for if they did attack you it would
be awkward; besides, you know you promised to keep near me all the
morning, and if you go without me you will not be keeping your promise,
don’t you see?’
So the Princess said:
‘Well, I suppose you’re right, only you must come alone.’
And as he agreed to this they went forward. Her own army evidently
did not understand what she meant to do, nor, for the matter of that,
did the enemy, but as they had neither of them received the order to
commence fighting they neither of them advanced.
So the Prince and Princess advanced at a gentle trot until they were
quite close to the others, and the Owl sat on her shoulder.
When they were quite close the knights tried to get one behind the
other just as if they had done something they ought not to have done,
and were each afraid of being punished first.
In particular the Princess noted the giant and dwarf, the ambassadors
of the evening before; they tried to hide themselves behind the others
altogether. For the dwarf this was easy enough, but for the poor giant,
he could not manage it at all, he was so very big.
However, she did not look at all angry, and she only said:
‘Good-morning, my lords.’
And they replied in chorus:
‘Good-morning, your Majesty.’
So she went on:
‘I have come to ask you why you have assisted my rebellious subject,
and what grievance you have? If there is any I will try to redress it.’
One of the nobles replied:
‘We have no grievances.’
‘Then why have you fought against me?’
‘Because we could not help it, your Majesty.’
‘But I should have thought you could have helped fighting.’
‘I mean, your Majesty, that Merrymineral threatened to kill us all if
we did not fight.’
‘Then you were not very brave. But that has nothing to do with it.
What I wish to know is, whether you will now submit to me again?’
‘We would most willingly; only perhaps your Majesty might inflict some
punishment on us for our misdeeds.’
But the Princess shook her head.
‘No; I will give you all a free pardon if you return to your
allegiance.’
So the nobles gave a shout of joy, and they seemed quite happy again.
And the Princess too was overjoyed; however, she ordered them to go
each knight to his own men and to tell them what had happened, and to
conduct them to her own army.
So they all went and did as they were told, and soon the whole army of
Merrymineral melted away, with the exception of a very few, and these
were mostly the servants of Merrymineral himself, and of the giant and
the dwarf, who still remained faithful to him. However they seemed
quite unhappy about it.
So the Princess turned to them and said:
‘And you, sirs, will you not also join me?’
But the giant shook his head, and the dwarf said snappishly:
‘Don’t you know we can’t?’
But the Princess answered:
‘No; I do not know why you can’t.’
So the dwarf snarled:
‘We’re bound to serve him for a certain time, whether we like it or
not. I’m the King of the Underground Gnomes—we live in tunnels under
the earth, and never come up unless we’re obliged to.’
And the giant said:
‘I’m the Spirit of the Woods—that’s why I’m dressed in leaves like
this; and I’m the King of the Foresters, and we live in trees.’
But just at this moment a frightful roar came from the camp:
‘Why don’t you begin?’ it came.
It was so sudden that it quite startled the Princess, but the giant
shook his head mournfully:
‘He always roars like that when he’s in a temper. He’ll be coming out
in a moment, and won’t there be a row?’
Just then the voice came again.
‘Bring Popfelwuski to the door.’
‘Popfelwuski’s his dragon that he rides on,’ said the giant.
And then some servants led the dragon to the door of one of the tents.