The Blue City was quite extensive, and consisted of many broad streets
paved with blue marble and lined with splendid buildings of the same
beautiful material. There were houses and castles and shops for the
merchants and all were prettily designed and had many slender spires and
imposing turrets that rose far into the blue air. Everything was blue
here, just as was everything in the Royal Palace and gardens, and a blue
haze overhung all the city.
"Doesn't the sun ever shine?" asked Cap'n Bill.
"Not in the blue part of Sky Island," replied Ghip-Ghisizzle. "The moon
shines here every night, but we never see the sun. I am told, however,
that on the other half of the Island--which I have never seen--the sun
shines brightly but there is no moon at all."
"Oh," said Button-Bright; "is there another half to Sky Island?"
"Yes; a dreadful place called the Pink Country. I'm told everything
there is pink instead of blue. A fearful place it must be, indeed!" said
the Blueskin, with a shudder.
"I dunno 'bout that," remarked Cap'n Bill. "That Pink Country sounds
kind o' cheerful to me. Is your Blue Country very big?"
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"It is immense," was the proud reply. "This enormous City extends a half
mile in all directions from the center, and the country outside the City
is fully a half mile further in extent. That's very big, isn't it?"
"Not very," replied Cap'n Bill, with a smile. "We've cities on the Earth
ten times bigger--an' then some big besides. We'd call this a small town
in our country."
"Our Country is thousands of miles wide and thousands of miles
long--it's the great United States of America!" added the boy,
earnestly.
Ghip-Ghisizzle seemed astonished. He was silent a moment, and then he
said:
"Here in Sky Island we prize truthfulness very highly. Our Boolooroo is
not very truthful, I admit, for he is trying to misrepresent the length
of his reign, but our people as a rule speak only the truth."
"So do we," asserted Cap'n Bill. "What Button-Bright said is the honest
truth--every word of it."
"But we have been led to believe that Sky Island is the greatest country
in the universe--meaning, of course, our half of it, the Blue Country."
"It may be for you, perhaps," the sailor stated, politely, "an' I don't
imagine any island floatin' in the sky is any bigger. But the Universe
is a big place an' you can't be sure of what's in it till you've
traveled, like we have."
"Perhaps you are right," mused the Blueskin; but he still seemed to
doubt them.
"Is the Pink side of Sky Island bigger than the Blue side?" asked
Button-Bright.
"No; it is supposed to be the same size," was the reply.
"Then why haven't you ever been there? Seems to me you could walk across
the whole island in an hour," said the boy.
"The two parts are separated by an impassable barrier," answered
Ghip-Ghisizzle. "Between them lies the Great Fog Bank."
"A fog bank? Why, that's no barrier!" exclaimed Cap'n Bill.
"It is, indeed," returned the Blueskin. "The Fog Bank is so thick and
heavy that it blinds one, and if once you got into the Bank you might
wander forever and not find your way out again. Also it is full of
dampness that wets your clothes and your hair until you become
miserable. It is furthermore said that those who enter the Fog Bank
forfeit the six hundred years allowed them to live, and are liable to
die at any time. Here we do not die, you know; we merely pass away."
"How's that?" asked the sailor. "Isn't 'pass'n' away' jus' the same as
dyin'?"
"No, indeed. When our six hundred years are ended we march into the
Great Blue Grotto, through the Arch of Phinis, and are never seen
again."
"That's queer," said Button-Bright. "What would happen if you didn't
march through the Arch?"
"I do not know, for no one has ever refused to do so. It is the Law, and
we all obey it."
"It saves funeral expenses, anyhow," remarked Cap'n Bill. "Where is this
Arch?"
"Just outside the gates of the City. There is a mountain in the center
of the Blue land, and the entrance to the Great Blue Grotto is at the
foot of the mountain. According to our figures the Boolooroo ought to
march into this Grotto a hundred years from next Thursday, but he is
trying to steal a hundred years and so perhaps he won't enter the Arch
of Phinis. Therefore, if you will please be patient for about a hundred
years, you will discover what happens to one who breaks the Law."
"Thank'e," remarked Cap'n Bill. "I don't expect to be very curious, a
hundred years from now."
"Nor I," added Button-Bright, laughing at the whimsical speech. "But I
don't see how the Boolooroo is able to fool you all. Can't any of you
remember two or three hundred years back, when he first began to rule?"
"No," said Ghip-Ghisizzle; "that's a long time to remember, and we
Blueskins try to forget all we can--especially whatever is unpleasant.
Those who remember are usually the unhappy ones; only those able to
forget find the most joy in life."
During this conversation they had been walking along the streets of the
Blue City, where many of the Blueskin inhabitants stopped to gaze
wonderingly at the sailor and the boy, whose strange appearance
surprised them. They were a nervous, restless people and their
egg-shaped heads, set on the ends of long thin necks, seemed so
grotesque to the strangers that they could scarcely forbear laughing at
them. The bodies of these people were short and round and their legs
exceptionally long, so when a Blueskin walked he covered twice as much
ground at one step as Cap'n Bill or Button-Bright did. The women seemed
just as repellent as the men, and Button-Bright began to understand that
the Six Snubnosed Princesses were, after all, rather better looking than
most of the females of the Blue Country and so had a certain right to be
proud and haughty.
There were no horses nor cows in this land, but there were plenty of
blue goats, from which the people got their milk. Children tended the
goats--wee Blueskin boys and girls whose appearance was so comical that
Button-Bright laughed whenever he saw one of them.
Although the natives had never seen before this any human beings made as
Button-Bright and Cap'n Bill were, they took a strong dislike to the
strangers and several times threatened to attack them. Perhaps if
Ghip-Ghisizzle, who was their favorite, had not been present, they would
have mobbed our friends with vicious ill-will and might have seriously
injured them. But Ghip-Ghisizzle's friendly protection made them hold
aloof.
By and by they passed through a City gate and their guide showed them
the outer walls, which protected the City from the country beyond. There
were several of these gates, and from their recesses stone steps led to
the top of the wall. They mounted a flight of these steps and from their
elevation plainly saw the low mountain where the Arch of Phinis was
located, and beyond that the thick, blue-gray Fog Bank, which constantly
rolled like billows of the ocean and really seemed, from a distance,
quite forbidding.
"But it wouldn't take long to get there," decided Button-Bright, "and if
you were close up it might not be worse than any other fog. Is the Pink
Country on the other side of it?"
"So we are told in the Book of Records," replied Ghip-Ghisizzle. "None
of us now living know anything about it, but the Book of Records calls
it the 'Sunset Country,' and says that at evening the pink shades are
drowned by terrible colors of orange and crimson and golden-yellow and
red. Wouldn't it be horrible to be obliged to look upon such a sight? It
must give the poor people who live there dreadful headaches."
"I'd like to see that Book of Records," mused Cap'n Bill, who didn't
think the discription of the Sunset Country at all dreadful.
"I'd like to see it myself," returned Ghip-Ghisizzle, with a sigh; "but
no one can lay hands on it because the Boolooroo keeps it safely locked
up in his Treasure Chamber."
"Where's the key to the Treasure Chamber?" asked Button-Bright.
"The Boolooroo keeps it in his pocket, night and day," was the reply.
"He is afraid to let anyone see the Book, because it would prove he has
already reigned three hundred years next Thursday, and then he would
have to resign the throne to me and leave the Palace and live in a
common house."
"My Magic Umbrella is in that Treasure Chamber," said Button-Bright,
"and I'm going to try to get it."
"Are you?" inquired Ghip-Ghisizzle, eagerly. "Well, if you manage to
enter the Treasure Chamber, be sure to bring me the Book of Records. If
you can do that I will be the best and most grateful friend you ever
had!"
"I'll see," said the boy. "It ought not to be hard work to break into
the Treasure Chamber. Is it guarded?"
"Yes; the outside guard is Jimfred Jinksjones, the double patch of the
Fredjim whom you have met, and the inside guard is a ravenous creature
known as the Blue Wolf, which has teeth a foot long and as sharp as
needles."
"Oh," said Button-Bright. "But never mind the Blue Wolf; I must manage
to get my umbrella, somehow or other."
They now walked back to the palace, still objects of much curiosity to
the natives, who sneered at them and mocked them but dared not interfere
with their progress. At the palace they found that dinner was about to
be served in the big dining hall of the servants and dependents and
household officers of the royal Boolooroo. Ghip-Ghisizzle was the
Majordomo and Master of Ceremonies, so he took his seat at the end of
the long table and placed Cap'n Bill on one side of him and
Button-Bright on the other, to the great annoyance of the other
Blueskins present, who favored the strangers with nothing pleasanter
than envious scowls.
The Boolooroo and his Queen and daughters--the Six Snubnosed
Princesses--dined in formal state in the Banquet Hall, where they were
waited upon by favorite soldiers of the Royal Bodyguard. Here in the
servants' hall there was one vacant seat next to Button-Bright which was
reserved for Trot; but the little girl had not yet appeared and the
sailorman and the boy were beginning to be uneasy about her.
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THE TRIBULATION OF TROT