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HEY entered the Palace gardens by the private gate, the key of which
King Smith I. had given to Boy before he started, and were walking
towards Boy’s apartments when they met His Majesty, the late footman,
hurrying along one of the corridors. He bowed rather distantly to the
other two Kings, and said to Boy, in an excited tone of voice,--
“I’ve found the Portmanteau!”
“Never!” cried Boy.
“Yes,” replied King Smith I., “I was sitting having my tea, when
suddenly it dropped down from somewhere on to the tea-table. I can’t
think where it came from. Come and see it;” and he led the way to his
apartments, where, sure enough, there was the Portmanteau, about which
such a fuss had been made. It was quite an ordinary-looking one, but
there could be no mistake as to whom it belonged, for there were the
words,
```"H.M. the King of Limesia.
````His Bag”
written on it, and below in smaller letters--
```”_Steal not this bag for fear of shame,_
```_For on it is the owner’s name_.”
“Where can it have come from?” asked Boy, gazing at it curiously.
“I can’t think,” replied King Smith I., “unless Ohah had something to do
with it. I shouldn’t be at all surprised if he had a finger in the pie.”
“Perhaps,” suggested Boy, “he made it invisible like the Prince and
Princess, and now that he is a Kottle his charms have lost their power.”
“Very likely,” agreed the others. And then the question arose, “What
should be done with it?”
Boy thought it ought to be sent back to the King of Limesia, but the
others said “No! let him send for it, or come for it himself if he wants
it;” and King Smith I. thought that an advertisement ought to be sent to
the papers, worded something like this
FOUND A RATHER SHABBY PORTMANTEAU,
Belonging to some king or another. If not claimed within the next
ten days, will be sold to defray expenses. The finder expects to be
handsomely; rewarded.
They could not come to any definite arrangements about it, though, and
it was placed in the corner of the room while they had their tea.
During this meal Boy was rather silent, for he was hatching in his own
mind a little plot, in which the Portmanteau was to play an important
part.
“How far is Limesia from here?” he asked casually, while tea was going
on.
“Oh! not far,” was the reply; “it is the adjoining kingdom, just through
the Grim Forest, you know.”
Boy knew where the Grim Forest was, for it had been pointed out to him
from one of the Palace windows--a great dark-looking wood stretching
away as far as the eye could see.
“Is there no other way of getting there?” he asked anxiously.
“No,” was the reply, “that is the only way;” and Boy sat thinking
and thinking till tea was over and the other Kings went home; then he
suggested to King Smith I. that he should take charge of the Portmanteau
till the King of Limesia sent for it, and this having been agreed to, he
carried it up to his own apartments.
“If I can only get it to the King of Limesia,” he thought, “he would no
doubt be very pleased, and perhaps would advise me what I ought to do
about fetching the little King back again;” for you see Boy was greatly
worried at the way in which things were going on at Zum; he felt that
with so many Kings and Queens about there was a great danger of the
country coming to grief.
So as soon as he could he manfully set out from the Palace quite alone
to try and find his way through Grim Forest to Limesia. He had discarded
his paper crown and sceptre and carried the precious Portmanteau--which
fortunately was not very heavy--on his shoulder. He was rather alarmed
at the prospect of his journey through the dark forest, but he was a
brave, sturdy little fellow, and determined to make the best of it. He
commenced whistling as he entered the wood, and had not gone far when he
saw an old man gathering sticks.
“Can you please tell me, is it far to Limesia?” he asked.
“Eh?” said the man, putting his hand to his ear.
“Is it far to Limesia, please?” repeated Boy.
“Ay! that’s what I told her!” said the old man, shaking his head, “but
she would put the onions into it. I told her the gentlefolks would be
sure not to like’em.”
“You don’t understand me,” shouted Boy; “I want to know the way to
Limesia.”
“I dare say they have, I dare say they have,” replied the old man; “use
is no odds in these parts, sir.”
“Oh dear me!” thought Boy, “he’s dreadfully deaf; I shall never make him
hear, I am afraid;” and he was just going to walk away when he saw an
old woman in a red cloak hobbling towards them with the aid of a crooked
stick.
“My husband is very deaf,” she said, “and cannot hear a word you say.
Can I do anything for you, sir?”
“Oh, I was only asking the way to Limesia,” said Boy.
“Why, you can’t go there to-night!” said the woman; “it’s ever so far;
you had better stay at our cottage till the morning.”
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Boy thanked her very gratefully, for he really did not care for the long
walk through the woods by himself.
The old woman gave her husband a poke with her stick, and pointed to the
cottage which Boy could see in the distance; and the old man nodded his
head, and led the way with the bundle of sticks on his shoulder, while
Boy and the old lady followed behind.
“What a beautiful old house!” exclaimed Boy, when they reached the
cottage; for it was indeed a lovely place, quite overgrown with
climbing roses, which were just then in full bloom. There were nice
old-fashioned, latticed windows with pretty white curtains and quaint
twisted chimneys above the roof, and altogether it was a charming old
place.
“Why, it must be a great deal too big for you and your husband, surely,”
said Boy, as they entered the wicket gate which led into the little
garden before the cottage.
“Oh, it doesn’t belong to us,” explained the woman; “it was the late
King of Zum’s Hunting Lodge, and we live here rent free as caretakers.
We have the kitchen and two small rooms, and the rest of the house has
been occupied this last five years or more by gentlefolks,” said the old
woman dropping her voice to a whisper and looking up nervously at the
upper windows. “But come you in and have some supper; that is, if you
don’t mind having it with us,” and the kind old soul led the way to
the kitchen, which was scrupulously clean, and Boy sat down on a little
three-legged stool while she made some milk hot in a caldron over the
wood fire which was alight on the old-fashioned hearth.
Presently a bell rang and the old woman asked Boy to watch that the milk
didn’t boil over while she went upstairs to wait on the gentlefolks.
She came down a minute or two afterwards with a piece of paper which she
handed to Boy.
“Will you please tell me what is written on there?” she said. “It’s
getting dusk, and my poor old eyes are not so good as they used to be.”
“_We shall not require anything else to-night, and please let breakfast
be ready by nine o’clock to-morrow morning_,” read Boy.
“Oh! that’s all right then,” said the old woman, pouring out the milk
into some basins for their supper.
“But why don’t they tell you what they want instead of writing it?”
asked Boy.
“They can’t,” explained the woman; “they are invisible and speechless.
It’s a very sad story,” she said, sighing sorrowfully.
“Why, I know a lady and gentleman who are invisible too,” exclaimed Boy,
thinking of the Crown Prince and the Princess. “I wonder if they can
possibly be the same.”
“These gentlefolks have only been like that for a few months,” said the
woman; “they came here four or five years ago, a beautiful lady and
a fine handsome young gentleman with one servant, a rather stout,
pleasant-spoken woman, and lived here very quiet. I think the lady must
have been some one very important at one time, for when their little
baby boy was born quite a lot of grand folks came to see her from
Limesia. Such a dear little fellow he was, and his father and mother
were so proud of him and so fond of each other. The lady would sing and
play beautifully, and the gentleman would read to her, and sometimes
they would go out for a ride in the Forest; but never very far away, and
they always seemed glad to be back again; till one day about two months
ago a grand gentleman came and told us the King of Zum was dead, and
then our gentleman, as I call him, went to Limesia with the dear lady
his wife. I wish you could have seen them go. Such a lovely dress the
lady had on, and beautiful jewels, and the gentleman too looked very
grand.
“Well, they drove off in a carriage and pair and we didn’t see any more
of them all day, but in the evening, though, they came back, and you
never saw such a sight in all your life; they both seemed to be fading
away--bits of the gentleman here and there were quite transparent, and
the dear lady had to be carried upstairs, for she couldn’t walk. The
next day they were much worse, and gradually disappeared altogether.
Just before they vanished entirely a lot of ladies and gentlemen came
over to see them from Limesia, and when they had gone back the nurse
took the little boy away too, and I have never seen them again from that
day to this. I suppose the lady and gentleman are still here, for every
day I find on the table upstairs some written directions about meals
and so on, which I carry up and which disappear too, but I never see
anybody.”
“Why, I do believe,” exclaimed Boy, “that it must be the Prince and
Princess. I should like to see them.”
“So should I,” said the woman.
“Do you think I might write them a note?” asked Boy. “I have something
very important to tell them if they are really the Prince and Princess.”
“I never tried that,” said the woman; “you can do so, though, if you
wish. I will take the note upstairs and put it on the table, and we will
see what happens, if you like.”
Boy thought that this would be the best thing for them to do, so as soon
as supper was over he wrote the following polite note:
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“To His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Zum.
“Dear Sir,
The King of Limesia’s Portmanteau has been found, and a little boy from
Zum has brought it here and would very much like to tell you what is
happening there, because he really thinks that you ought to interfere.
```"Yours respectably,
````"Boy.”
He meant “respectfully,” of course, but you know how it is with letters.
One often writes the wrong word, don’t they? I know I do. Well, this
note was taken upstairs and put on the table, and presently the bell
rang again violently, and on going upstairs they found another note
beside it addressed to:
“Master Boy.”
He opened it at once and found the following words:
“Ohah promised that as soon as the Portmanteau was found we should be
made visible again, so please take the’ Portmanteau in one hand and
say, ‘I wish the Crown Prince of Zum and the Princess his wife to become
visible again as Ohah the Magician promised.’”
Boy ran downstairs for the Portmanteau, and grasping the handle firmly
with one hand repeated the words loudly.
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They were hardly out of his mouth before a thin mist appeared at one end
of the room which gradually divided and became more and more distinct,
till Boy could at last distinguish the outlines of the Prince and the
Princess, and in a very few moments he had the pleasure of seeing them
quite clearly.
“Ah! that’s better,” said His Royal Highness, with a sigh of relief,
when he was quite solid. “How do you feel, my dear?” he asked, turning
to the Princess, who, however, could not answer him yet, as only the
upper part of her head had appeared at present; she waved her hand,
though, to show that she was all right.
“I’m sure we are very much obliged to you,” said the Prince graciously
to Boy. “How did you know we were here?”
And then Boy had to tell them all about his visit to Zum and the
extraordinary events which had been happening since he had been there.
“And you are quite sure that my son is all right?” inquired the Prince
anxiously.
Boy explained how he had sent him to Drinkon College under the charge of
the Nurse and One-and-Nine.
And the Princess, who had by this time quite recovered her voice,
thanked him over and over again for all that he had done, and after
arranging that the Portmanteau should be sent to the King of Limesia the
next day they determined that it would be best for them to go back to
Zum that very night.
So the Prince’s horse was saddled, and with the Princess on a pillion
behind and Boy on a pony which belonged to the little King they rode
back through the gathering darkness to Zum.
All was quiet when they reached the Palace, and Boy led the way through
the private entrance. King Smith had not yet retired to rest and came
forward when he heard them enter. He recognised the Crown Prince at
once, and hastily tearing off his own crown and cloak, bowed low and
welcomed him back to the Palace.
“It is indeed a good thing for Zum, Your Highness, that you have
returned,” he said, “for things could not possibly have gone on like
this much longer. I am sure there is not a King in the place who will
not feel it a pleasure to abdicate in favour of Your Highness.”
“Thanks!” remarked the Prince. “Now can we go to my own suite of rooms,
or have they been altered during my long absence?”
“They are just as Your Highness left them,” answered the footman,
leading the way to another part of the Palace, and the Prince with the
Princess leaning on his arm followed, after they had both, shaken hands
heartily with Boy and wished him good-night.