Part 8 (2/2)
For a moment his eye roved around the chamber uncertainly. Then he shouted, suddenly:
”Ho, there! Keepers of the royal menagerie--appear!”
Three men entered the room and bowed before the king. They were of the Gray Men of the mountains, who had followed Prince Marvel and Nerle through the rocky pa.s.ses.
”Bring hither the Royal Dragon,” cried the king, ”and let him consume these strangers before my very eyes!”
The men withdrew, and presently was heard a distant shouting, followed by a low rumbling sound, with groans, snorts, roars and a hissing like steam from the spout of a teakettle.
The noise and shouting drew nearer, while the people huddled together like frightened sheep; and then suddenly the doors flew open and the Royal Dragon advanced to the center of the room.
This creature was at once the pride and terror of the Kingdom of Spor.
It was more than thirty feet in length and covered everywhere with large green scales set with diamonds, making the dragon, when it moved, a very glittering spectacle. Its eyes were as big as pie-plates, and its mouth--when wide opened--fully as large as a bath-tub. Its tail was very long and ended in a golden ball, such as you see on the top of flagstaffs. Its legs, which were as thick as those of an elephant, had scales which were set with rubies and emeralds. It had two monstrous, big ears and two horns of carved ivory, and its teeth were also carved into various fantastic shapes--such as castles, horses' heads, chinamen and griffins--so that if any of them broke it would make an excellent umbrella handle.
The Royal Dragon of Spor came crawling into the throne-room rather clumsily, groaning and moaning with every step and waving its ears like two blankets flying from a clothesline.
The king looked on it and frowned.
”Why are you not breathing fire and brimstone?” he demanded, angrily.
”Why, I was caught out in a gale the other night,” returned the Dragon, rubbing the back of its ear with its left front paw, as it paused and looked at the king, ”and the wind put out my fire.”
”Then why didn't you light it again?” asked Terribus, turning on the keepers.
”We--we were out of matches, your Majesty!” stammered the trembling Gray Men.
”So--ho!” yelled the king, and was about to order the keepers beheaded; but just then Nerle pulled out his match-box, lit one of the matches, and held it in front of the Dragon's mouth. Instantly the creature's breath caught fire; and it began to breathe flames a yard in length.
”That's better,” sighed the Dragon, contentedly. ”I hope your Majesty is now satisfied.”
”No,--I am not satisfied!” declared King Terribus. ”Why do you not lash your tail?”
”Ah, I can't do that!” replied the Dragon. ”It's all stiffened up with rheumatism from the dampness of my cave. It hurts too much to lash it.”
”Well, then, gnash your teeth!” commanded the king.
”Tut--tut!” answered the Dragon, mildly; ”I can't do that, either; for since you had them so beautifully carved it makes my teeth ache to gnash them.”
”Well, then, what are you good for?” cried the king, in a fury.
”Don't I look awful? Am I not terrible to gaze on?” inquired the Dragon, proudly, as it breathed out red and yellow flames and made them curl in circles around its horns. ”I guess there's no need for me to suggest terror to any one that happens to see me,” it added, winking one of the pie-plate eyes at King Terribus.
The king looked at the monster critically, and it really seemed to him that it was a frightful thing to behold. So he curbed his anger and said, in his ordinary sweet voice:
”I have called you here to destroy these two strangers.”
”How?” asked the Dragon, looking upon Prince Marvel and Nerle with interest.
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