Part 29 (1/2)

Thus pressed, the seaman put his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket and drew forth his cherished flageolet. In a few minutes the Queen and all her courtiers were enthralled by the music. It was not only the novelty and bird-like sweetness of the instrument itself that charmed, but also the fine taste and wonderful touch of the sailor. The warbling notes seemed to trill, rise and fall, and float about on the atmosphere, as it were, like fairy music, filling the air with melody and the soul with delight.

”Good! let the Man of the Sea be also cared for. Give them quarters in the palace, and see that they all attend upon us in the garden to-morrow.”

So saying, the Queen arose, swept into the palace, and left her courtiers to follow.

Immediately Prince Rakota came forward and shook hands with Mark.

”So then, your Highness,” said the latter, ”_we_ are indebted to you for all this kindness.”

”It is only one small ting,” returned the Prince in broken English. ”Am I not due to you my life? Come, I go show you your house.”

On the way, and after entering the house which was appropriated to their use, Mark learned from the Prince that their approach to the capital had been discovered and announced by spies long before their arrival; that it was they who had discovered and revealed to the Queen Hockins's wonderful powers with the ”little tube.” Also that it was well-known who had guided them through the country, and that Ravoninohitriniony was being diligently sought for in his hiding-places.

This last piece of information filled the three friends with deep concern and anxiety.

”He has been so _very_ kind to us,” said Mark, ”and I know is one of the most generously disposed and law-respecting subjects of her Majesty.”

”That not help for him if he tumbles into the hands of my mother,” said the Prince, sadly. ”He is a Christian. He has run to the forest, and has made others to fly.”

”But you have much power with the Queen,” pleaded Mark, ”could you not induce her to pardon him?”

”Yes--if he will give up Christianity--if not do that--no!”

”That he will never do,” said Mark, firmly. ”I know him well. He will rather die than deny Christ.”

”He is likely to die then,” returned Rakota, ”for my mother is fixed to root up the religion of Jesus from the land.”

”But surely _you_ don't agree with her,” broke in Hockins at this point.

”No, I not agree,” said the Prince. ”But I can not command the Queen.

Some time it very hard to move her even a leetle. My only power with her is love.”

”Das de greatest power in de world!” chimed in Ebony.

”It is,” returned the Prince, ”and you be very sure I use the power much as I can for save your friend.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

A MALAGASY GARDEN PARTY--THE CLOUD GROWS BLACKER.

The garden party is by no means a novelty of the present day. In the early part of this century--if not much earlier--Malagasy sovereigns seem to have been wont to treat their Court and friends to this species of entertainment.

The order which the Queen had given that her European visitors should attend upon her in the garden, was neither more nor less than an invitation to a garden party, or pic-nic, to be held the following day at one of her surburban retreats named Anosy, about half-a-mile from the city. Accordingly, early in the morning--for the Malagasy are early risers--their friend the Interpreter came to conduct them to the spot, with a gift of a striped lamba for each of the white men.

”Why she not send one for _me_?” demanded Ebony, pouting--and Ebony's pout was something to take note of!

”'Cause you're black and don't need no clothing,” said Hockins, awkwardly attempting to put the lamba on his broad shoulders.

”Humph! if she knowed what splendid lobscouse an' plum duff I kin make,”