CHAPTER II

THE WIZARD AT HOME

"How do you do?" said the Wizard, as if he remembered he had forgotten

to ask. The Twins shyly shook hands with him and said they were quite

well, thank him. They didn't want to a bit, but he seemed to expect it.

"Let's talk matters over," he added with a smile. It was such a winning

smile that the children began to feel less uncomfortable. "You're not

always quite content, I believe," and he rubbed his hands cheerfully

together. "That mother of yours interferes rather too much, eh?" With a

rapid movement he pushed his spectacles away on to the top of his bumpy

baldness, revealing a pair of small eyes with a red, slumbering glow in

them.

As Cyril didn't reply Dulcie ventured to remark, "If you please, my

brother thinks she says 'don't' too often."

"But how do you know that?" interrupted Cyril, who, though surprised,

took a more practical view of the situation.

"Because," slowly replied the Wizard, taking off his spectacles and

scratching his big nose with them--"because I was an optician in my

youth and made these glasses, through which I have only to look to see

people as they really are and not what they appear to be. ["How clever!"

broke in Dulcie under her breath.] I found out at a glance that you are

discontented with your lot, and prefer to be free. You are tired of

control, eh? Isn't that the state of Home Affairs?"

"Yes," said Cyril, once more full of his wrongs. "It's only children who

are not allowed to do what they want. Grown-ups do as they like; so does

our dog; he goes out and comes in when he likes, eats when he wants,

leaves what he likes--or rather, what he doesn't like; so does our cat.

You see," he continued, growing quite chummy, "we are never allowed to

do this, that, and the other, like other people--animals, I mean--and

they are free and happy, and they needn't bother with lessons. It's so

stupid being a child!" he concluded plaintively, and Dulcie nodded a

similar opinion.

"Just as I thought. Well, I shouldn't put up with it if I were you,"

replied their new friend, smiling again, and scratching his nose with

his spectacles in his thoughtful, insinuating manner. "I should advise

you to go your own way, seek your own fortunes, and find your own

happiness for yourselves. We must see what we can do to help you to

freedom. Eh?"

The little guests did not think to thank him, for their eyes had begun

to roam with curiosity over the strange things that were all about. The

cave dwelling was queerly furnished, if it could be called furniture.

There were animals of all sizes and shapes, standing around stuffed,

staring, and immovable. Snakes, fish, small birds; an elephant just like

life standing rigidly next to a number of grinning stuffed monkeys;

while a crocodile with open jaws looked snaps at a startled fawn with

wide-set eyes. It was like a frozen Zoological Gardens.

"Once upon a time," remarked the Wizard, following the children's source

of interest, "all those poor creatures were children like you. Ah! their

end was sad, very sad; very sad indeed!"

The Twins didn't like that remark at all, nor did they relish the

winning smile this time that accompanied it. Then bursting out laughing

he exclaimed--

"Now I'll show you something funny," and he brought out from a corner

what looked like a cinematograph. "Look!" he said as he touched a spring

and set it going.

There was a hissing sound, and the gloom at the end of the cave passed

away, and there marched along in living procession all the inhabitants

of their Noah's Ark.

Dulcie and Cyril were transfixed with delight at this charming

entertainment.

[Illustration: _"All those poor creatures were children"_]

"And we don't pay anything to come in!" remarked Cyril softly to his

sister. "It can't pay him. They're all going in for safety, you see--all

the birds, all the beasts----"

"Where are the fishes?" anxiously interrupted his little sister in a

whisper.

"Don't be such a Billy," retorted Cyril with a frown; "the fishes are

used to being drowned."

After Noah went into the Ark and had shut the door, the gloom

reappeared. The show was over.

"That's a little idea of my own," remarked the Wizard as he put the

machine away. "Amusing, isn't it?"

The Twins nodded. Then he invited the children to look through a hole in

the wall of the cave, and they saw a small room.

"That's my hospitable bedroom," he said, "that I've endowed myself with.

When I'm down in the mumps from being crouped up here so long, I go

there and wrap myself up in thoughts all nice and smug. It is fitted

with the epileptic light, rheumatic bells, and all the latest

infections.

"Now, what were we talking about before? Ah yes! My inventions. None of

your modern up-to-date rubbish, only inventions of the future for me.

None of your wireless telephony and wireless telegraphy for me. Listen

to this." He called out--

"Number A. 1. Sea Power! Have you been successful in that last little

financial venture, Sire?"

There were rushing sounds, as of waves, at the far end of the cave, and

a muffled voice replied--

"No, Cabalistic One, I have lost again. Just my luck! Dash--sh--sh--"

which resolved itself into the swish-swish of rolling surf. Then all was

quiet again.

"The reply of a friend of mine residing far away at a place called 'The

Billows,'" explained the Wizard in an offhand way. "I help him in his

little transactions, which are sometimes rather--in fact very--!" and

raising his arm he smothered a laugh in his yellow satin sleeve which

was not pleasant to hear. "I always like to laugh up there," he

explained, as the children looked surprised.

Dulcie's hand stole into her brother's and she whispered him to "Come

away, come away, do, quick, and let's go home."

"But you haven't seen any of my marvellous jewellery yet," replied their

host, as though she had spoken aloud.

"Don't be timid"--he was looking at them through those horrid spectacles

again, which laid bare all their thoughts. "You know I am only answering

that knock of yours. Had you not required an answer, there would have

been no information forthcoming. I should just like to show you these

bracelets I have here." He pushed his glasses across his baldness and

took two jewelled golden circlets out of a satchel which hung from the

cord of his gown. "Other children have taken great interest in them,"

said the Wizard slowly--"in fact have worn all the gems out. But I've

often had them done up again; and you are both welcome to them--very

welcome to them, if you like. You see, _they_ are able to inform their

wearers how to play at 'Birds, Beasts, and Fishes' _properly_."

"We know already," replied the boy and girl together, now restlessly

impatient to be gone.

[Illustration: _He took two jewelled circlets out of a satchel_]

"I don't mean that tiresome educational game you were playing when you

were waiting in because of those few drops of rain. I mean the _real_

thing--to be actually the real animals themselves in the realms of the

Birds, Beasts, and Fishes. Only in that way can children realise how

much nicer it is to be one of them, and to live a life free from the

'don'ts' and vexatious care of their elders. Ah! _Now_ you're

interested!"

The Twins were staring at him open-mouthed.

"These bracelets," continued the Wizard, whilst the ten catseye gems in

each of them gleamed curiously as he spoke--"see--aren't they

beautiful--

"THESE BRACELETS WILL EMPOWER THE WEARERS TO BECOME BIRD, BEAST, OR

FISH, AT EACH WISH; TO REGAIN HIS SHAPE, OR HER SHAPE, AT WILL, AND TO

LIVE IN ANY ATMOSPHERE--OR IN NONE! At every change of form a catseye

will disappear and return to me. With the last wish the wonderful

adventures will be over, and the shape last chosen will remain to the

end of existence. All these silly animals in my dwelling came at the

last to seek my help as they were dissatisfied. I did what I could,

which wasn't much. Of course I don't want so many of them here," he

added carelessly, scratching his nose with his glasses, "though they do

help with my experiments--they do that--oh yes--but I always advise

getting experience first. They somehow got to know that _as children

under ten_ they could only pass _into_ my MOONLIGHT and never _out of

it_; and that my faithful BROOK would not see them twice. So they came

for help in their last shapes as animals. Oh!" he added, pulling himself

up with evident pretence, "I helped them right enough! They should have

kept a pair of catseyes--I warned them--and they might have crossed my

BROOK in some other shape than their own and changed to themselves the

other side. But somehow they were not fortunate enough to manage that.

Some people are so thoughtless. Pray excuse me, my dears, there's some

one at the knocker," and throwing the bracelets into a corner where they

glittered strangely, the Wizard vanished.

"Come away, do come away," implored Dulcie, plucking at her brother's

sleeve. "I'm so frightened," she whimpered. "Don't touch them. Oh! I

want to go home."

"But, sis, you heard what he said. We can't cross his horrid brook twice

whilst we are under ten. Crying won't help," replied the boy sturdily.

Nevertheless, he looked terribly frightened himself, although he patted

her shoulder comfortingly. "_I feel I must!_" he muttered; "besides,

it's our only way out of here, and get out of here we must, and escape

in some other shape."

Cyril hastily picked up the bracelets, put one on his wrist and the

other on Dulcie's, and taking her by the hand dragged her right into the

gloomy part of the cavern farther and farther away from the hateful

dwelling and its awful master. He couldn't tell where he was leading

her, but he ran blindly on until at last there was daylight in the

distance. And the Twins found themselves surrounded by haystacks,

windmills, and other country objects.

"Ah!" exclaimed Cyril with delight, "see how I've saved you, Dulcie!"

"And a good job too," she replied with conviction.

So they wandered gaily on, laughing at anything and everything in the

happiness of their escape. They _were_ happy, anyhow; happy in their

absolute freedom. And were they not in the possession, too, of the

precious bracelets which were going to lead them into all sorts of

delightful adventures as soon as they chose! They could talk of nothing

else--and babbled on of how they would cross the brook as animals, and

how they would be wiser than all the other poor creatures, by keeping a

gem in reserve and change to themselves on the other side.

Little could they guess of the troubles and adventures that awaited

them!

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