CHAPTER XIV.

A PALACE AND A PRISON.

Faith and Sophia were much relieved by Raft's considerate act. They had

never thought to be grateful to a Pixie, but they felt gratitude toward

the smuggler as he cut the bands upon their mouths. Their limbs were

still bound, but they could turn upon their sides or backs, and look

into the quiet, starlit sky. Their minds were in a whirl of wonder,

uncertainty, terror. They had scarcely taken in the full horror of their

condition. Captives in Pixies' hands!

Their hearts had beaten fast with fear when Raft drew near, but the kind

words and act of the bluff sailor revived their hopes a little. Perhaps

even the Pixies might take pity upon them and restore them to their

home! At all events, it lessened their suffering to be free to breathe

naturally, and it was a comfort to be able to talk together, instead of

looking into each other's faces in mute wretchedness. They were near the

bow and their captors were in the stern of the boat with Raft; they

could therefore speak freely in whispers without fear of being heard. On

the contrary, the three Pixies spoke aloud, as though not caring to

conceal their thoughts from the prisoners, or not thinking they were

overheard. Thus, much of their conversation reached the nurses' ears.

Spite and Hide sat thinking. Raft stood at the tiller and kept the boat

steady on its course. Not a sound was heard except the ripple of water

against the sides of the vessel as it moved rapidly onward through the

darkness.

"Faith, dear Faith," whispered Sophia, "I cannot make it all out. Where

are we? What is to be done with us? How came we here?"

"We are on Lake Katrine, Sophia, and we are sailing toward Ellen's Isle

in a Pixie yacht. That much I am sure of. I know nothing more. But alas!

I dread the worst. What can we expect from our terrible foes? And then

the hatred they bear father and uncle--oh, my poor, poor father!" The

thought of their friends' grief and anxiety for them awakened a fresh

train of anguish in the captives' hearts. They laid their heads down

upon the leaves and wept together.

Forsaken! Lost! The waves laughed and danced merrily by them as the bow

cut the water. The stars looked down coldly from the great solemn

heights of the sky, and twinkled and winked upon them as though careless

or ignorant, or even in mockery of their fate! Why had such a sorrow

come upon them?

"Captain Spite," said Hide, at last.

"Well, Hide, what is it?"

* * * * *

"Oh Faith, do you hear that?" whispered Sophia. "We are in the hands of

Spite the Spy and his Lieutenant! Heaven defend us now!"

Faith answered with a groan.

* * * * *

"I have thought," said Hide, "that we might sell our prisoners. If we

keep them, they will be a world of trouble and risk. Dispose of them, we

get out of our scrape handsomely, save the garrison and people in the

fort, get vast credit for valor and strategy, and start a fresh campaign

full handed, with good chance to regain our lost ground. I don't see

any way out of this, but to put up our fair prizes at ransom."

"Well," said Spite sharply, "go on!"

"Not much more to say, Cap'n. Let's go in, or send Raft in with a flag

of truce. Offer to give up the Nurses if Bruce and the Commodore will

raise the siege of Fort Spinder. I believe they'll do it."

"Aye, aye, that they will!" said Raft heartily. "It's a sensible plan,

and as manly as sensible; for, the fact is, I don't relish this making

war on women."

"Faugh! no cant, please!" sneered Spite. "Anything with Brownie blood is

our game. But you're mistaken. Bruce and all the rest, that Sergeant

True particularly, would take the high moral grounds about the business,

and send back word: 'Better all die than compromise Truth and Duty, or

give up the pursuit of wrong.' They wouldn't do what you expect. I doubt

if they would even receive our flag of truce."

* * * * *

The hearts of the prisoners fluttered between hope and fear as they

heard these words. Home again! The very thought gave them joy.

"Faith, we shall be ransomed, I know!" exclaimed Sophia.

Faith was silent.

"Oh, Faith, you don't believe they would do that?" again whispered

Sophia when Spite had ended. "Surely your father would consent! and dear

True also--" She stopped and caught her breath quickly as though a cruel

doubt had suddenly seized her new fledged hope.

Faith was still silent.

* * * * *

Raft next spoke. "Well, that's amazing to me! Now, I think if my gal was

in the hands of two such--" he paused as though at loss for a word.

"Two such--accomplished villains;" he continued, "I reckon you'll think

that complimentary, gentlemen;--I wouldn't stop to split hairs very

long, I can tell you. I like grit, too; but I can't say that I admire it

at the expense of those pretty things over there."

"Captain," said Hide, "wouldn't Bruce compromise by simply letting our

folks retire from the fort unmolested? March out with arms, banners, and

all the honors, and leave the Brownies to occupy the old shell, and

destroy it at their leisure? I say try it anyhow."

"So do I," said Raft. "That proposition ought to double the cape of the

sharpest scruple. Say you'll land your cargo; hoist a flag of truce; and

I'll run in shore within hailing distance. Or, if you like it better,

I'll undertake the matter myself."

The Pixie chief made no answer. Faith and Sophia listened to hear their

fate pronounced, with feelings wrought up to the highest pitch. Spite

rose and walked excitedly up and down the deck. He stopped and looked at

Faith. He seemed about to yield. He raised his eyes to the water, then

cast them upon the island which was now just ahead of them. Then he

stood like a statue gazing at some object which hung in the air beyond

the bow of the yacht. A fiendish smile passed over his face. For a long

time he was silent and motionless.

"Gentlemen," he said, "I'm much obliged for your council. But I have a

better way. Fort Spinder shall be empty before to-morrow's sunrise, and

its garrison and contents safe on the orchard side of the lake in Big

Cave Camp. Patience! You shall know my plans as soon as we have put our

prisoners in a secure place."

He spoke like a new person. There was an air of confidence in his

manner, and a jubilant ring in his voice that gave assurance to his

companions. They were quite content to wait and trust the chief.

Besides, the boat was now touching shore. The bow grated upon the sand.

Raft jumped off and made the Fringe fast.

"Come now, my dears," said Spite, approaching the Nurses, "we will go

ashore and take things a little easier."

Faith and Sophia were once more stricken with despair. The hope of being

ransomed had been dashed by this mysterious plan which Spite had hinted

to his comrades. What it was they could not even conjecture; but it

meant imprisonment, death, it may be worse than death to them in a

Pixies' den. Resistance they knew was vain. They could only plead for

mercy. They lifted up their voices together and with crying and tears

sought to move the pity of their captors.

"Tut, tut!" said Spite, "if you will behave yourselves there shall not a

hair of your head come to harm. Bless your pretty faces, we don't mean

to eat you. Come, cheer up! We intend to take you to a snug and

comfortable house, a palace in fact. You never spied a prettier place, I

warrant. You shall be with friends who will know how to take care of

you. 'Pon honor, you shall not be harmed. There now!"

With an effort at consolation which sat awkwardly upon him, he cut loose

the web-work shroud that enveloped Faith, and without more ado picked

her up and jumped on shore. Hide followed with Sophia.

The two Pixies ran along shore a short distance, and then began to

ascend the bank. They stopped near a tuft of grass on a mossy slope,

where Spite laid down his burden and began to examine carefully the

surface. A bunch of moss somewhat dried, and heaped up in a careless

way, attracted his attention. "Here is our place!" he exclaimed, and

tapped against one side of the heap. There was no response. He seized

the moss and shook it vigorously. Thereupon, one side of the moundlet

suddenly opened, pushing outward like a door.

An old Pixie, large and gaunt, thrust out her head, and cried, "What do

you want? Begone, or I'll--"

"Oh, no you won't, Mother Tigrina! Don't you see? It's Spite, my good

old lady. Open quickly! There, that will do. Come on, Hide."

The officers entered, carrying Faith and Sophia. The place in which the

party now stood was a domed chamber or vestibule, lined in all parts

with white silk. The tapestry was spread over the interior of the moss

heap, which was in fact a hollow ball built up by skillful workmanship,

although the rude exterior had the appearance of a chance accumulation.

At the outer end of this mossy dome an oval portion had been left

unattached to sides and bottom, and was fastened at the top alone by the

silken lining. Thus was formed a rude sort of door, hinged at the top,

which the occupant could raise at will or fasten by overspinning from

the inside. This dome was in fact a vestibule or outer approach of a

deep cave or tunnel, which slanted into the ground for a short distance

and then turned downward.[AE] This cavern was held by Spite as a sort of

country seat or castle, which he had dignified with the name of Aranea

Hall. It was in charge of Dame Tigrina whom we have just seen in

possession of the place. She was a monstrous character, even among her

own nation, but what she lacked in grace she made up in her rude

devotion to the Pixie cause and leader.

"You see, Dame Tigrina," said Spite, "I've brought you two nice

companions. You can't complain of being solitary now."

"Humph!" said the old hag, looking fiercely upon the Brownies.

The Nurses were carried into an inner room of the cavern. Its walls and

ceiling were hung with beautiful white silk tapestry. The floor was

covered with a purple silk carpet; cushions formed of yellow floss and

fibres of plants were spread for couches and chairs.[AF]

"There, my lassies," said Spite, "you never slept in such a room as

this. I am sorry that I must leave you immediately, but you shall be

well cared for. Be happy! and expect me soon." He dropped the curtain

partition or portiere and Faith and Sophia were alone in their prison

palace.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote AE: Appendix, Note A.]

[Footnote AF: Appendix, Note B.]

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