In the Cave of Quiberon
It had taken the golden wings nearly nine hours to carry Akbad to the
Emerald City. It took scarcely five to bring him back, so that it was
a little after noon when the Soothsayer and his prisoners reached the
sparkling shores of the Ozure Isles. Not a word had been spoken by
anyone during the entire flight. Trot had started to scream, but the
wind rushing down her throat about a mile a minute had almost choked
her. When she managed to get her mouth shut again she was glad to keep
it that way, her eyes too, for that matter. Benny was too startled to
say anything and the Scarecrow had all he could do to keep himself from
blowing apart. But as Akbad, folding his wings, began to descend, Trot
with a long sigh opened her eyes.
The five lovely islands of Cheeriobed lay glittering just below and
Trot gave a little gasp of relief and pleasure, as they hovered over
the gorgeous Sapphire City. Frightened though she was, Trot's heart
began to beat with excitement and curiosity. Surely nothing so very
dreadful could happen in a place like this! But Akbad did not stop,
and flying over the beautiful city carried them to the extreme end of
the last island. Here the waters of Orizon were pounding and roaring
between two jeweled cliffs. Between the two cliffs and at the very
mouth of a great cave, Akbad closed his wings. With a suddenness that
took what little breath Trot had left, they came tumbling down on the
narrow beach. Benny got such a thump, he let go the Soothsayer's heels
and almost fell into the lake. Trot and the Scarecrow rolled over
twice and, clutching each other wildly, sat up, simply speechless with
indignation.
"You," puffed Akbad, for he, too, was worn out by the long fly, "you
have been chosen to save the Ozure Isles." He shook his long finger in
Trot's face. "These others may escape if they wish, but you must stay
and serve the monster Quiberon." As Trot, blinking her eyes between
shock and consternation, tried to understand what it was all about,
there came a great snort and splashing and in toward the cave swam the
monster himself.
"Here's your mortal maiden!" yelled Akbad, and spreading his wings,
rose quickly into the air, leaving Trot and her friends to face the
giant fear-fish. Benny had by this time struggled to his feet, but at
sight of the monster he nearly lost his balance again. As for Trot and
the Scarecrow, after one horrified glance, they seized hands and dashed
in the only direction open to them--straight into the blue cave.
"Wait!" thundered Quiberon, shooting a long tongue of flame from his
fiery nostrils. He was so close that the fire and smoke blackened both
Benny's eyes. With a grunt of surprise and displeasure, the stone man
snatched up his umbrella and pounded after Trot and the Scarecrow.
[Illustration: "WAIT," THUNDERED QUIBERON]
"I thought you said that in Oz things would be different," shouted
Benny, grinding the jeweled pebbles on the floor of the cave to powder
beneath his flying stone boots.
"Well, isn't this different?" stuttered the Scarecrow, tripping over a
sapphire boulder and sprawling upon his nose.
"Oh, hurry!" begged Trot, jerking him quickly to his feet. "Here it
comes." At another time the three travelers might have paused to admire
the great jeweled grotto, but with this snorting, puffing monster at
their heels they scarcely glanced at the sapphire icicles hanging from
the roof and jutting out from the sides and the sparkling gems that
strewed the floor of the cave. Water rushed through the center and
it was no easy task running over the rocks and boulders at the side.
The glowing eyes of the monster lighted up the whole cavern. Like a
steam engine, he puffed and snorted behind them, filling the air with
a sulphurous smoke, till it smelled like twenty Fourths of July rolled
into one. At every flash from his nostrils, the poor Scarecrow would
wince and shudder.
"One spark, and I am an ash heap!" groaned the unhappy straw man,
leaping wildly from boulder to rock.
"What shall we do now?" wailed Trot, stopping in dismay, for they had
come to the very back of the cavern and could run no farther.
"I don't know what a real person would do," panted Benny glancing
around desperately, "but I'll do something. Quick, squeeze into that
little opening." There was just time for Trot and the Scarecrow to slip
into the narrow crevice at the back of the cave before Quiberon dragged
himself out of the water and flung himself up on the rocks.
"Where is the mortal maiden?" roared the great dragon, as Benny placed
himself bravely between his friends and the monster.
"Turn off your fire works! Do you want to burn her to a crisp?" shouted
the stone man, waving his umbrella boldly under Quiberon's very nose.
"Can't you talk without smoking?" he continued crossly, "You're turning
me quite black."
"Speak without smoking," muttered the monster in a puzzled voice.
"Well, I might try it. Is this better?" he grunted presently. Benny
nodded and waving the cloud of smoke from before his eyes peered
anxiously downward.
"What do you want with Trot?" he asked suspiciously.
"I want her for a servant," answered Quiberon promptly. "She must
polish my scales, comb my hair," he lifted a great silver lock that
hung between his horns, "sweep out the cave and tell me stories." Benny
was about to snap his stone fingers in the monster's face, when Trot
tapped him sharply on the ankles.
"Don't make him angry," whispered the little girl. "Maybe if I tried it
for a time we could find a way to escape." Disgusted at the thought of
Trot even looking at such a creature, Benny nevertheless realized that
she was more experienced in the ways of this fairy kingdom than he was.
Stifling an impulse to jump on the monster's head Benny called gruffly:
"Will you promise not to hurt her?"
"Not at first," agreed Quiberon readily enough. "Not till she tells me
all she knows about mortals. That's fair enough, isn't it?" With an
angry grunt Benny stepped aside and Trot and the Scarecrow slipped out
of the crevice.
"Remember now, no more firing," quavered the Scarecrow, "and no
nonsense either!"
"Pooh!" sniffed Quiberon so vigorously the Scarecrow was blown five
feet into the air and only saved by the quick action of Benny from
falling into the tumbling stream below.
"What shall I do first?" asked Trot, bowing timidly to Quiberon.
"You may practice some songs," purred the dragon drowsily. "And when I
return you may sing me to sleep."
"Are we going to stand for this?" demanded Benny in a furious whisper
to the Scarecrow, who was balanced insecurely on a sharp spike jutting
out from the side of the cave.
"Hush!" warned the Scarecrow. "I'm thinking!" And putting his cotton
finger to his wrinkled forehead he gazed intently at the ceiling.
"I shall be just outside, so don't try running away," advised Quiberon,
sliding into the water with a tremendous splash and in a few minutes
his glittering tail had disappeared through the opening of the cave.
"Well!" exclaimed Trot, clasping her hands resignedly, "I've never
tried singing a dragon to sleep, but I suppose there must always be a
first time. I hope he doesn't put his head in my lap, though."
"He'd better not!" stormed Benny, tramping angrily up and down. "I'll
dance on his talons, I'll tread on his tail and pull out his whiskers!"
"Maybe there's another way out," mused the Scarecrow removing his eyes
from the ceiling of the cave.
"Let's look," proposed Trot, darting eagerly toward the back of the
cavern. Hurriedly they circled one entire side without success.
Tumbling straight from the top of the cave on the other side was a
sparkling silver water-fall.
"I wonder what's beyond that?" muttered the Scarecrow looking up at it
thoughtfully.
"Water doesn't hurt me, so I'll just take a look," said the stone man
and before Trot or the Scarecrow could stop him Benny stepped right
through the water-fall and disappeared. With a sharp cry of distress
Trot rushed forward.
"He's gone!" wailed the little girl dolefully. The Scarecrow looked
almost as upset as Trot, for even in this short time he had grown fond
of their strange stone comrade. As they discussed in anxious tones what
they had better do, the dripping face of Benny looked out through the
water-fall.
"Come on!" he spluttered excitedly. "Run through, it leads into another
cave!" Taking a deep breath and the Scarecrow's hand, Trot plunged
into the water-fall. Benny seized them just in time, for the terrible
rush of water took Trot's breath and the poor Scarecrow was limp and
helpless, when they stepped out on the other side.
"I'll carry him," decided Benny, as the Scarecrow made an unsuccessful
attempt to walk. The live statue was really beginning to enjoy all
these strange adventures and excitements. "Hurry!" he puffed, picking
up the poor, soggy straw man. "That monster's coming. I hear him."
Before they had reached the end of the second cave, Quiberon with a
flop and flash came plunging through the water-fall.
"How dare you run away?" sizzled the monster. As the water poured over
his fire-breathing nose, steam came rolling in hot clouds toward Trot
and her friends.
"Faster! Faster! You go on!" urged Benny. "I'll stop him." With the
stifling steam curling round her head, Trot ran as never before,
all the way through the second cavern and rushed headlong into a
narrow passageway that opened out between two rocks. Benny meanwhile,
realizing that they could never outdistance Quiberon, stopped directly
in his path, first placing the Scarecrow on a little ledge beside him.
With a snort that shook seven sapphire rocks from the roof, Quiberon
opened his monstrous mouth, and without a moment's hesitation the stone
man stepped in. The Scarecrow, water soaked and helpless though he was,
could not help admiring the courage of his new friend. Down came the
jaws of the great fear-fish. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Then, there was
a howl of anger and pain and eight red tusks lay on the floor of the
cavern.
"Bite a Public Benefactor, would you?" sniffed Benny, stepping calmly
out as the monster opened his mouth, and before Quiberon had recovered
he snatched up the Scarecrow and pounded after Trot. They had almost
reached the end of the dim blue corridor before Quiberon appeared at
the head. Five times as furious as he had been before, he came crashing
on like an express train. Trot dared not look over her shoulder, and
even Benny felt that nothing could save them now. Without plan or hope
they dashed on, till an ear splitting screech brought them to a sudden
stop.
"You look!" begged Trot, covering her eyes with both hands. Expecting
almost anything, Benny swung round, then instantly gave a great shout
of relief.
"He's stuck!" cried the stone man exuberantly. And so he was, a few
yards behind them. Smoking, screaming and sending up shower after
shower of sparks, the monster lay jammed between the rocky sides of
the passageway. So fast had Trot and Benny been running they scarcely
noticed the gradual narrowing of the corridor, and so fast had Quiberon
rushed after them that he had stuck fast before he had time to stop
himself.
"A narrow escape for us, but not for him," remarked the Scarecrow in a
moist whisper. Scarcely able to see through the black smoke Quiberon
was sending out, and almost deafened by his whistles and roars, Trot
and Benny ran on. The passageway was growing narrower still, and after
several twists and turns, it came to an abrupt stop.
"Cave City!" puffed Trot. The words were studded in sapphire on the
rock ahead. "Admittance three rocks."
"Well, we can't go back," sighed the little girl, sitting down wearily,
"so we'll just have to try Cave City."
"But we haven't any rocks," observed Benny, putting the Scarecrow down
beside Trot and looking carefully all around. "And will the people
of this city welcome us--or--" Benny did not finish his sentence but
looked uneasily from Trot to the Scarecrow.
"There is a great deal of water on my brain," complained the Scarecrow,
"but if someone will wring me out, I'll endeavor to think." Benny
looked on rather nervously as Trot squeezed the water from the flimsy
body of the Scarecrow.
"Don't forget to wring my neck," directed the straw man calmly. "I
believe I am the only man in Oz whose neck can be wrung without
discomfort," he explained, glancing brightly up at the live statue.
Benny said nothing and indeed what could he say? And Trot, after
shaking up the Scarecrow and smoothing him out as best she could,
propped him up against the side of the passageway.
"I suppose if I were a real person, I could think of something too,"
mourned Benny, taking off his high hat and rubbing his stone crown
reflectively.
"You're much better than a real person!" declared the Scarecrow
promptly. "A real person could not have jumped into the jaws of a
monster like Quiberon. I, for my part, am glad you are yourself!"
"Come on, Benny, let's look for some rocks!" cried Trot.
"And I shall think of some," said the Scarecrow leaning his head back
against the wall. But though Benny and Trot searched up and down the
narrow corridor not a loose rock, stone or even a pebble could they
find. The walls, ceiling and floor were of smooth sparkling sapphire.
It shed a weird blue light over the three travelers and soon they began
to feel as blue as they looked. After searching in vain for rocks, they
began to thump upon the door of Cave City, but with no results and had
about decided they were prisoners forever in the narrow enclosure, when
the Scarecrow gave a loud shout. "I have thought of some rocks," he
announced excitedly. "There are three of us here. Well then, we have
but to rock with laughter and the doors will fly open."
Benny looked doubtful and Trot did not feel much like laughing, but as
the Scarecrow insisted, they ranged themselves before the door of Cave
City. Benny and Trot had to support the Scarecrow between them for he
was still too wet and soggy to stand alone.
"Now you laugh 'He!', I'll laugh 'Ho!' and Trot must laugh 'Hah!'",
directed the Scarecrow solemnly. So at his signal Benny burst into a
loud "He!" Trot into a shrill "Hah!" and the Scarecrow into a husky
"Ho!" At the same time they rocked all together and fixed their eyes
expectantly upon the door. Much to Trot's surprise, it instantly swung
inward, and an old mer-man on crutches stood in the opening.
"Well! Well!" he began querulously, "Why don't you come in? Come in!
Come in, I'm mighty sorry to see you."
"Sorry?" gasped Trot, as Benny stepped forward, drawing the others
along with him. "Why?"
"You'll know that soon enough," mumbled the old mer-man swinging along
ahead of them on his crutches. "This way please, and mind you don't
tread on my tail."