Part 3 (2/2)
”Sweet Wisdom, I will play the fool for your sake,” he answered.
Then she smiled and blessed him and vanished into the shadows of the forest. The Wizard was not of those who say, ”To-morrow I will do thus and thus”; but being truly wise he put all his power into the present moment. So he took his flask of water and his loaf of bread, for like Wisdom, he would travel light, and he set forth for The Kingdom of the Dark Wood.
There he rented a little cottage in the village near the wood, and set up a shoemaker's bench, for he knew how to make shoes--and good ones, too.
Being a Wizard he knew that if he showed people he could do one thing well, they would be the more ready to listen to his words. A fine, comfortable shoe is a wonderful argument, so the Wizard set to work. The dewy dawns found him at his bench, and when the air at evening was full of heliotrope mists and homeward flying birds his little candle burned yellow to light his labors.
Soon all the inhabitants had comfortable foot-wear, which put them all in fine humor. Then the Wizard began to proclaim a great war and the coming of King Theophile. He stood on the green, near the town-pump, and at first only the geese listened to him, stretching out their long necks and opening their red bills. But this did not discourage the Wizard, for he knew that after geese come men.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE WIZARD'S FIRST AUDIENCE]
”What's this! What's this!” cried the tailor who was the first to get the message, ”A war? I must run right home and polish up my old gun.”
”Nay,” said the Wizard. ”But go home and kiss your wife--for you haven't kissed her in five years.”
”If she would comb her hair and look attractive I might kiss her,”
growled the tailor.
”If you'd buy her a ribbon occasionally,” advised the Wizard, ”she might have the desire to make herself look pretty.”
”What has all this to do with war?” inquired the tailor.
”Your kiss will make a stone in the invisible wall which is to keep out the enemy,” the Wizard answered. ”And if you stop your everlasting work and take your poor wife on an outing, that will be another stone. Every sacrifice you make, every good deed you do, will be a guarding stone in the wall.”
The tailor rubbed his ear. ”Am I crazy, or are you?”
”Am I asking you to do much for your country?” demanded the Wizard.
”Think how mean you would feel if the invisible wall got built without one stone of your donating.”
”I'll go right home and kiss Matilda,” said the tailor with a skip; and off he ran. In a few minutes he was back again. ”She blushed so and looked so pretty and pleased that I kissed her three times, and to-morrow we are going to see her mother. Put me down for four stones.”
”Good!” said the Wizard.
By this time quite a crowd had collected, all anxious to hear about the war. A rich miller took the news very seriously, because his mills lay to the eastward, from which horizon King Theophile would appear. He sent to the bank for bags of gold and laid them at the feet of the Wizard. ”These will buy much gunpowder,” he said.
”The wall will never be built of gold,” replied the Wizard. ”There is no gold minted that will overcome an enemy, or keep him out if he wants to get in, or put mercy into his heart when vengeance is flaming there.
The real weapons are unseen. If you wish to help build the invisible wall, stop grinding the faces of the poor and charging famine prices for your grain.”
Then the miller grew red in the face, and took up his bags of gold and went away. But next day everyone bought wheat at a lower price than it had been for many a long year, so that people knew the Wizard's words had taken effect. This made him very popular, and when he again proclaimed the danger of war and the necessity of building an invisible wall nearly all the village came forward to ask him what they could do to insure a stone in that guarding structure. Some of them whispered in his ear, because they hated to have their secret faults proclaimed to their neighbors.
Old Peter was among those who made inquiry as to what sacrifice they should offer to avert the threatening danger. ”I have,” said he, ”a pet bird that pines in his cage. If I give him his liberty will that help build up the wall?”
”Yes, Peter,” said the Wizard. ”For no good man keeps anything captive that has the desire for freedom.”
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