Part 9 (1/2)
”I am not particular,” answered the king. ”You may consume them with your fiery breath, or smash them with your tail, or grind them to atoms between your teeth, or tear them to pieces with your claws. Only, do hurry up and get it over with!”
”Hm-m-m!” said the Dragon, thoughtfully, as if it didn't relish the job; ”this one isn't Saint George, is it?”
”No, no!” exclaimed the king, irritably; ”it's Prince Marvel. Do get to work as soon as possible.”
”Prince Marvel--Prince Marvel,” repeated the Dragon. ”Why, there isn't a prince in the whole world named Marvel! I'm pretty well posted on the history of royal families, you know. I'm afraid he's Saint George in disguise.”
”Isn't your name Prince Marvel?” inquired the king, turning to the boyish-looking stranger.
”It is,” answered Marvel.
”Well, it's mighty strange I've never heard of you,” persisted the Dragon. ”But tell me, please, how would you prefer to be killed?”
”Oh, I'm not going to be killed at all,” replied the prince, laughing.
”Do you hear that, Terribus?” asked the Dragon, turning to the king; ”he says he isn't going to be killed.”
”But I say he is!” cried Terribus. ”I have decreed his death.”
”But do you suppose I'm going to kill a man against his will?” inquired the Dragon, in a reproachful voice; ”and such a small man, too! Do you take me for a common a.s.sa.s.sin--or a murderer?”
”Do you intend to obey my orders?” roared the king.
”No, I don't; and that's flat!” returned the Dragon, sharply. ”It's time for me to take my cough medicine; so if you've nothing more to say I'll go back to my cave.”
”Go, go, go!” shrieked the king, stamping his foot in pa.s.sion. ”You've outlived your usefulness! You're a coward! You're a traitor! You're a--a--a--”
”I'm a dragon and a gentleman!” answered the monster, proudly, as the king paused for lack of a word; ”and I believe I know what's proper for dragons to do and what isn't. I've learned wisdom from my father, who got into trouble with Saint George, and if I fought with this person who calls himself Prince Marvel, I'd deserve to be a victim of your Fool-Killer. Oh, I know my business, King Terribus; and if you knew yours, you'd get rid of this pretended prince as soon as possible!”
With this speech he winked at Prince Marvel, turned soberly around and crawled from the room. One of the keepers got too near and the Dragon's breath set fire to his robe, the flames being with difficulty extinguished; and the gold ball on the end of the Dragon's tail struck a giant upon his s.h.i.+ns and made him dance and howl in pain.
But, aside from these slight accidents, the monster managed to leave the throne-room without undue confusion, and every one, including the king, seemed glad to be rid of him.
10. Prince Marvel Wins His Fight
When the door had closed on the Royal Dragon, King Terribus turned again to Prince Marvel, while his crimson face glowed with embarra.s.sment, and his front eye rolled with baffled rage as he thought how vain had been all his efforts to kill this impudent invader of his domains.
But his powers were by no means exhausted. He was a mighty king--the mightiest of all in the Enchanted Island, he believed--and ways to destroy his enemies were numerous.
”Send for a hundred of my Gray Men!” he suddenly cried; and a courtier ran at once to summon them. The Gray Men would obey his orders without question, he well knew. They were silent, stubborn, quick, and faithful to their king. Terribus had but to command and his will would be obeyed.
They entered the room so quietly that Nerle never knew they were there until he turned and found the hundred gray ones standing close together in the center of the hall. Then Prince Marvel came to Nerle's side and whispered something in his ear.
”Will you obey my orders?” they heard the king ask. And the Gray Men, with their eyes fixed upon their master, nodded all their hundred heads and put their hands upon the dangerous three-tined forks that were stuck in every one of the hundred belts.
Prince Marvel handed one end of a coiled rope to Nerle, and then they both sprang forward and ran around the spot where the hundred Gray Men stood huddled together. Then they were pulled closer together than before--closer, and still closer--for the prince and Nerle had surrounded them with the rope and were tying the two ends together in a tight knot. The rope cut into the waists of those on the outside, and they pressed inward against their fellows until there was scarcely s.p.a.ce to stick a knife-blade between any two of them. When the prince had tied the rope firmly King Terribus, who had been looking on amazed, saw that his hundred Gray Men were fastened together like a bundle of kindling-wood, and were unable to stir hand or foot.
And, while he still gazed open-mouthed at the strange sight, Prince Marvel tilted the bundle of men up on its edge and rolled it out of the door. It went rolling swiftly through the courtyard and bounded down the castle steps, where the rope broke and the men fell sprawling in all directions on the marble walk.