The next day was spent in flying thoroughly over the island to see that
no dove had been overlooked, as they did not want to leave anyone
behind.
Only one old grey one was found sleeping in a tree, which Prince
Redmond identified as an old sailor who had been one of his crew. He
seemed willing to go to the cave at once, and towards night he began to
revive.
Immediately after dark they heard a great wind sighing about the
island, which Daimur, who had on his cap and spectacles said was the
Magician leaving his castle for the Island of Sunne, where he was going
to search for the very treasures that Daimur then wore.
Soon Daimur announced that he could see the witch going out to find her
cat, and when he knew she was well away they all fluttered out of the
cave and led by Daimur, Prince Redmond and King Cyril, made their way
to where the Magician's wall crossed the sea sand. Here Daimur again
dug a hole under the wall and all passed through safely, Tasmir
remaining behind for a moment to fill up the gap again with sand.
They went forward very quietly until they came to the steps of the
Magician's castle.
"Wait here," said Daimur, "while the Princess and I go inside and find
the tablets."
The door was not locked, and Daimur pushed it open softly, and led by
Princess Maya walked through the kitchen to the room where the glass
box was kept.
This he picked up carefully and carried outside, taking care to shut
the door behind him.
By the dim light of the moon half hidden behind clouds he drew forth
his little key and tried it in the lock. The doves were grouped in
front of him, and every eye was fixed on the key as he turned it
carefully. Would it really fit? Around it went. Up sprang the lid,
and there behold! were the wonderful big pellets which might break the
enchantment.
[Illustration: Up sprang the lid, and there behold! were the wonderful
big pellets.]
Daimur passed the box, first to the Queen, Princess Maya, and the
Duchess, and the other royal personages, and then around to everybody.
In a moment a strange assemblage of people stood where but a few
seconds before had been only a flock of doves.
What a murmur of delight arose! King Cyril embraced his wife and
daughter, the Duchess clung to Daimur in a spasm of joy, Prince Redmond
and his brother wept in each other's arms, while Prince Redmond's fifty
sailors all crowded around them, swearing they would follow their
prince through fire and water.
Prince Daimur fearing that they might alarm the witch, ascended the
steps, and holding up his hand begged them to remember that their safe
deliverance lay in making no noise, but getting away as quickly as they
could.
Then he instructed them to follow the Princess Maya, who led them all
around to the end of the Magician's house, where in the little bay lay
Prince Redmond's ship, safely moored.
Immediately, at a word from Prince Redmond, the sailors jumped to their
places, hoisted the sails and made ready to leave the dock, while
Daimur and Prince Tasmir helped the ladies aboard.
There was a good breeze, and in five minutes the sails had filled and
they were drawing away from the island, when they heard a loud hissing
sound. Looking towards the castle they saw coiled on the dock they had
just left a monstrous rattlesnake.
"It is the witch's daughter," cried Princess Maya, "we have awakened
her and she has come out through the window."
At that moment the snake shook its rattles. They made an extremely
loud, shrill sound, and in a flash, from nowhere apparently, the old
witch appeared on the dock with her cat on her shoulder.
When she saw them she screamed and ran into the house.
"For mercy's sake, have you any guns?" cried Daimur to Prince Redmond.
"We shall surely need them now, for she is going to call back the
Magician."
"Yes," said Redmond, "unless they have been taken away, or have
rusted," and hastily giving a few orders to some of the sailors he
commanded the others to follow him and ran to the cabin. On looking
into the armory he found that the guns were all there, as bright and
shining as when he saw them last, and calling upon everyone to help him
he began to distribute them about.
When they again reached the deck they found that Daimur had been right
about the witch, for she had climbed to the roof of the Magician's
house and was standing on the tallest chimneypot.
As they looked she waved her arms, and at once a blue flame sprang from
her, waving and dancing in the air, sometimes shooting to a great
height, and again breaking out in all directions over the sea.
The wind had in the meantime been steadily blowing them on, and by this
time the ship was some distance from the shore and heading for the
Island of Sunne.
"The Magician will be here in a moment," cried Daimur. "Stand close
together here and obey me, for I can see him the moment he arrives."
Hardly had the men collected about him than a sudden squall struck the
ship. It quivered with the shock, and the sails were nearly torn away
as the ship heeled over on its side, while great waves dashed right
over the deck.
"Do not be afraid," cried Daimur. "I see him, we shall yet be saved if
you will obey me."
In front of them rose a wave higher than all the rest. It seemed as
tall as a mountain, and it would certainly swamp the ship the moment it
struck it. On the top of the wave was a great white crest, in which
Daimur knew was the Magician.
"Now," he shouted above the roar of the wind, "aim at the highest crest
of the wave." They all did so.
"Fire."
Off went the guns.
There were so many of them that they made a deafening roar, and
immediately the ship stood still. As soon as the smoke cleared away
they saw why.
The big wave had burst, and the sea was completely calm again, and
there floating towards them was the Evil Magician himself, quite dead.
As they looked at him they could see that he seemed to be surrounded by
a myriad of queer greenish lights. These grew and spread over the
surface of the water, until as he floated closer they could see that he
was melting like a piece of soap and washing away in green bubbles.
They watched him, quite fascinated, until the last bubble had floated
away and he had completely disappeared.
"Oh," said the Queen, with a shudder, while the Duchess wept with
fright, "how horrible! I do wish the wind would come up again and blow
us away from this dreadful place, We are safe now from the Magician,
but perhaps the witch will pursue us."
"No fear of that; she is afraid of us," said Daimur, who had been
watching the castle through his spectacles. He had seen the witch
dance with rage when they killed the Magician, and a few moments
afterwards he could see that she was closing the shutters and darkening
the house.
The breeze came gradually up again, and in half an hour's time they
were sailing quickly toward the Island of Sunne.
"If this wind continues," said Daimur, "we will reach land early in the
morning, and I think we had better leave the ship armed in case we meet
with any resistance. I am, however, not much afraid of my uncle, for
he is quite powerless without the Evil Magician."