"You see," said the Knight of the Dusty Thoroughfare, "the King made a
grave mistake some years ago. It is a foolish saying that when a man
marries his troubles begin; but it is the law of Rainbow's-End that when
a man marries he may chloroform his mother-in-law or not, just as he
pleases. But if he forfeit the right he may never again claim it, and
the deuce take him for a soft-hearted simpleton."
The Boy thought it a barbarous law and so declared.
"There is something to be said for it," returned the Knight. "A
mother-in-law is like the little girl with the little curl. It so
happens that the King's mother-in-law is a very unpleasant old party,
and the King made a sad mess of it when he threw the chloroform bottle
out of the window."
"Tell me about Rainbow's-End," the Boy entreated. "Is there a beautiful
Princess, with many suitors for her hand?"
"The Princess Aralia is a very pretty girl, as princesses go." The
Knight opened a locket attached to a long gold chain and exhibited an
exquisite miniature. "I don't mind saying," said he, "that the Princess
Aralia and I are on very good terms, and a word from me will procure you
a cordial reception. The question is, how shall we set about it? You
can't present yourself at court as you are; you must have a horse and a
fine costume, and all that sort of thing."
"Perhaps there's a good fairy in the neighborhood," said the Boy
hopefully.
The Knight shook his head. "Not within a dozen leagues. But stop a
bit--it is just possible that Aunt Jo can manage the matter. Aunt Jo is
the sister of my wife's mother, and one of the cleverest witches in the
country. She stands very high in her profession and is thoroughly
schooled in every branch of deviltry; and with the exception of my
wife's mother, I can think of no person whose society is less desirable.
But one day in each year she takes a day off, during which she is as
affable and benevolent an old dame as you can possibly imagine; really,
you would never know it was the same person. These annual breathing
spells do her a world of good, she tells me; for incessant wickedness is
just as monotonous and wearisome as unbroken goodness."
"And to-day is the Witch's holiday?"
"Yes, it so happens; and I always make it a point to spend the night at
her cottage if I am in this part of the country."
The Knight of the Dusty Thoroughfare rose and put his cloak about his
shoulders, and with the Boy set forward through the valley.