Part 2 (1/2)
”Ho! ho!” roared the King. ”Heralds, bid my daughter Agnes to come hither. He! he! For there is one who wishes to see her. Ha! ha!”
While the room was still echoing with laughter, the heralds entered with the King's daughter, and Arthur saw why every one had laughed. The Princess was a giantess,--a head taller than any man present,--and though she was very beautiful, her face was hard and cold, and she looked bad-tempered. When she walked, the floor trembled, and when she spoke, the gla.s.ses s.h.i.+vered.
”Who wishes to see me?” she said in a deep voice, crossly.
”Heavens!” said Arthur to himself, ”this is a Princess, indeed! It will be more of a task to tame her than any dragon. But she is very handsome, and I have my magic gla.s.s. When we are married I will turn her into a nice little girl, just the size for me. So all will be well.”
The King pointed to Arthur with his scepter. ”Behold our champion,” he said, chuckling. ”My daughter, it is for you to hope that this brave fellow may slay the Dragon of Hushby. For in that case I vow to make you his wife.”
”Huh!” said the Princess, looking down at Arthur and frowning. But Arthur advanced and made a low bow to her. ”For such a great prize, Your Highness,” he said, ”a man would venture much.”
At these words the Princess looked crosser than ever, and tossed her head. ”Take care that the Dragon does not swallow you at a mouthful, Dwarf!” she said, very impolitely, and every one laughed.
Arthur turned red with anger. ”I will take care,” he said. ”And I shall win what I will and conquer where I choose. Farewell, my lady. We shall have more words hereafter, when I come to claim you for my wife.”
”You shall have her if you win her,” said the King.
But, of course, no one thought there was any hope for the little fellow.
They believed him to be mad, and when he had gone they nearly died, laughing at the huge joke. The Princess laughed loudest of all.
Proudly Arthur set forth upon the King's errand, with the magic gla.s.s in his pocket, and the b.u.t.terfly-net over his shoulder. A number of merry fellows followed him from the court to see the issue of his mad adventure. For they thought there would be a thing to laugh at ere the end of the matter. They jested with Arthur and gibed pleasantly at him.
But he answered them gayly and kept his temper, for he knew that they meant no harm.
[Ill.u.s.tration: SHE LOOKED BAD-TEMPERED]
But with them journeyed one of a different sort. And this was Oscar, a burly ruffian, whose joy was in evil, and who followed Arthur hoping for a chance to rob him, since he seemed a fool who had some precious treasure in his wallet, which he was forever handling. Him Arthur did not like, and he watched Oscar, but had no words with him.
V. THE DRAGON OF HUSHBY, PART II
After a time, Arthur and his band came to the town of Hushby, and were received with wonder; for the people thought them all mad, especially Arthur, with his b.u.t.terfly-net and his boast to slay the Dragon. But they treated him gratefully, as one who sought to be their deliverer, albeit shaking their heads over his small stature and slender strength.
Arthur slept that night at the inn, intending to seek the Dragon on the morrow. And about the inn, on benches, on the curbs of Hushby streets, and under the trees, slept the merry jesters who had followed Arthur from the King. And Oscar thought to rob Arthur while he slept; but he was prevented.
In the night came the Dragon down from his cave in the mountain, and rus.h.i.+ng up the village street nearly caught Oscar as he was climbing in at the window of the inn. Oscar fled barely in time. But the Dragon caught and ate in one mouthful two of the merry band of jesters, so that they jested no longer. Then there was a great outcry and panic. But Arthur slept soundly through it all, dreaming of the Princess, and how fair she would be when he had made her his wife and had magicked her with the gla.s.s.
In the morning bright and early Arthur came down to table. He found the landlord and all the people white and trembling.
”Oh, sir!” cried Mine Host in a whisper. ”Behold, the Dragon has descended from the mountain in the darkness and has eaten two of the King's men this night. His appet.i.te is whetted, and we hear him roaring afar off. It is a sign that he will soon again make another descent upon us. In the name of St. George, haste to save us!”
Arthur listened and heard the far-off thunder of the loathly worm. But he did not tremble. He only drew himself up to his last inch and frowned, fingering the magic gla.s.s in his wallet.
”First will I breakfast,” he said. ”And then will I go forth to rid you of this pest. Bring on the morning meal.”
When he had eaten heartily, even to the last crumb, Arthur arose and took his b.u.t.terfly-net in hand.
”Farewell, n.o.ble youth!” cried Mine Host, with tears in his eyes. For Arthur had paid his score generously, and the landlord did not expect to see the little fellow again. The landlord's fair daughter, Margot, stood weeping, with the corner of her ap.r.o.n to her eyes. For she admired the brave lad mightily. She was a very little maid, no taller than Arthur's shoulder, and he looked at her kindly when he saw her weep.
”What a fair, sweet maid!” he said to himself. ”If it were not for the King's daughter, I would choose her for my Lady, and ask her to give me the blue ribbon from her hair to wear in my cap. But that may not be. I must win glory for the King's big daughter.”