The Magic Of The Mermaids

: The Sea Fairies

When Trot and Cap'n Bill entered the Rose Chamber they found the two

mermaids reclining before an air fountain that was sending thousands

of tiny bubbles up through the water.



"These fountains of air are excellent things," remarked Queen

Aquareine, "for they keep the water fresh and sweet, and that is the

more necessary when it is confined by walls, as it is in this

castle. But now, let us counsel togethe
and decide what to do in

the emergency that confronts us."



"How can we tell what to do without knowing what's going to happen?"

asked Trot.



"Somethin's sure to happen," said Cap'n Bill.



As if to prove his words, a gong suddenly sounded at their door and

in walked a fat little man clothed all in white, including a white

apron and white cap. His face was round and jolly, and he had a big

mustache that curled up at the ends.



"Well, well!" said the little man, spreading out his legs and

putting his hands on his hips as he stood looking at them. "Of all

the queer things in the sea, you're the queerest! Mermaids, eh?"



"Don't bunch us that way!" protested Cap'n Bill.



"You are quite wrong," said Trot. "I'm a--a girl."



"With a fish's tail?" he asked, laughing at her.



"That's only just for a while," she said, "while I'm in the water,

you know. When I'm at home on the land I walk just as you do, an' so

does Cap'n Bill."



"But we haven't any gills," remarked the Cap'n, looking closely at

the little man's throat, "so I take it we're not as fishy as some

others."



"If you mean me, I must admit you are right," said the little man,

twisting his mustache. "I'm as near a fish as a man can be. But you

see, Cap'n, without the gills that make me a fish, I could not live

under water."



"When it comes to that, you've no business to live under water,"

asserted the sailor. "But I s'pose you're a slave and can't help

it."



"I'm chief cook for that old horror Zog. And that reminds me, good

mermaids, or good people, or good girls and sailors, or whatever you

are, that I'm sent here to ask what you'd like to eat."



"Good to see you, sir," said Cap'n Bill. "I'm nearly starved,

myself."



"I had it in mind," said the little man, "to prepare a regular

mermaid dinner, but since you're not mermaids--"



"Oh, two of us are," said the Queen, smiling. "I, my good cook, am

Aquareine, the ruler of the mermaids, and this is the Princess

Clia."



"I've often heard of you, your Majesty," returned the chief cook,

bowing respectfully, "and I must say I've heard only good of you.

Now that you have unfortunately become my master's prisoners, it

will give me pleasure to serve you as well as I am able."



"We thank you, good sir," said Aquareine.



"What have you got to eat?" inquired Trot. "Seems to me I'm hollow

way down to my toes--my tail, I mean--and it'll take a lot to fill

me up. We haven't eaten a morsel since breakfast, you know."



"I think I shall be able to give you almost anything you would

like," said the cook. "Zog is a wonderful magician and can procure

anything that exists with no more effort than a wiggle of his thumb.

But some eatables, you know, are hard to serve under water, because

they get so damp that they are soon ruined."



"Ah, it is different with the mermaids," said Princess Clia.



"Yes, all your things are kept dry because they are surrounded by

air. I've heard how the mermaids live. But here it is different."



"Take this ring," said the Queen, handing the chief cook a circlet

which she drew from her finger. "While it is in your possession, the

food you prepare will not get wet, or even moist."



"I thank your Majesty," returned the cook, taking the ring. "My name

is Tom Atto, and I'll do my best to please you. How would you like

for luncheon some oysters on the half-shell, clam broth, shrimp

salad, broiled turtle steak and watermelon?"



"That will do very nicely," answered the Queen.



"Do watermelons grow in the sea?" asked Trot.



"Of course, that is why they are called watermelons," replied Tom

Atto. "I think I shall serve you a water ice, in addition to the

rest. Water ice is an appropriate sea food."



"Have some watercress with the salad," said Cap'n Bill.



"I'd thought of that," declared the cook. "Doesn't my bill of fare

make your mouths water?"



"Hurry up and get it ready," suggested Trot.



Tom Atto at once bowed and retired, and when they were done, Cap'n

Bill said to the queen, "Do you think, ma'am, we can manage to

escape from Zog and his castle?"



"I hope we shall find a way," replied Aquareine. "The evil powers of

magic which Zog controls may not prove to be as strong as the fairy

powers I possess, but of course I cannot be positive until I

discover what this wicked magician is able to do."



Princess Clia was looking out of one of the windows. "I think I can

see an opening far up in the top of the dome," she said. They all

hastened to the windows to look, and although Trot and Cap'n Bill

could see nothing but a solid dome above the castle--perhaps because

it was so far away from them--the sharp eyes of Aquareine were not

to be deceived.



"Yes," she announced, "there is surely an opening in the center of

the great dome. A little thought must convince us that such an

opening is bound to exist, for otherwise the water confined within

the dome would not be fresh or clear."



"Then if we could escape from this castle, we could swim up to the

hole in the dome and get free!" exclaimed Trot.



"Why, Zog has probably ordered the opening well guarded, as he has

all the other outlets," responded the Queen. "Yet it may be worth

while for us to make the attempt to get back into the broad ocean

this way. The night would be the best time, when all are asleep, and

surely it will be quicker to reach the ocean through this hole in

the roof than by means of the long, winding passages by which we

entered."



"But we will have to break out of the castle in some way," observed

Cap'n Bill.



"That will not be difficult," answered Aquareine. "It will be no

trouble for me to shatter one of these panes of glass, allowing us

to pass out and swim straight up to the top of the dome."



"Let's do it now!" said Trot eagerly.



"No, my dear, we must wait for a good opportunity when we are not

watched closely. We do not wish the terrible Zog to thwart our

plan," answered the Queen gently.



Presently two sailor boys entered bearing trays of food, which they

placed upon a large table. They were cheery-faced young fellows with

gills at their throats, but had laughing eyes, and Trot was

astonished not to find any of the slaves of Zog weeping or

miserable. Instead, they were as jolly and good-natured as could be

and seemed to like their life under the water. Cap'n Bill asked one

of the boys how many slaves were in the castle, and the youth

replied that he would try to count them and let him know.



Tom Atto had, they found, prepared for them an excellent meal, and

they ate heartily because they were really hungry. After luncheon

Cap'n Bill smoked his pipe contentedly, and they renewed their

conversation, planning various ways to outwit Zog and make their

escape. While thus engaged, the gong at the door sounded and Sacho

entered.



"My diabolical master commands you to attend him," said the boy.



"When?" asked Aquareine.



"At once, your Majesty."



"Very well, we will follow you," she said. So they swam down the

corridors following Sacho until they again reached the golden-domed

room they had formerly visited. Here sat Zog just as they had left

him, seemingly, but when his prisoners entered, the magician arose

and stood upon his cloven feet and then silently walked to a

curtained archway.



Sacho commanded the prisoners to follow, and beyond the archway they

found a vast chamber that occupied the center of the castle and was

as big as a ballroom. Zog, who seemed to walk with much difficulty

because his ungainly body swayed back and forth, did not go far

beyond the arched entrance. A golden throne was set nearby, and in

this the monster seated himself. At one side of the throne stood a

group of slaves. They were men, women and children. All had broad

gold bands clasped around their ankles as a badge of servitude, and

at each throat were the fish's gills that enabled them to breathe

and live under water. Yet every face was smiling and serene, even in

the presence of their dread master. In parts of the big hall were

groups of other slaves.



Sacho ranged the prisoners in a circle before Zog's throne, and

slowly the magician turned his eyes, glowing like live coals, upon

the four. "Captives," said he, speaking in his clear, sweet voice,

"in our first interview you defied me, and both the mermaid queen

and the princess declared they could not die. But if that is a true

statement, as I have yet to discover, there are various ways to make

you miserable and unhappy, and this I propose to do in order to

amuse myself at your expense. You have been brought here to undergo

the first trial of strength between us." None of the prisoners

replied to this speech, so Zog turned to one of his slaves and said,

"Rivivi, bring in the Yell-Maker."



Rivivi was a big fellow, brown of skin and with flashing, black

eyes. He bowed to his master and left the room by an archway covered

with heavy draperies. The next moment these curtains were violently

pushed aside, and a dreadful sea creature swam into the hall. It had

a body much like that of a crab, only more round and of a jet-black

color. Its eyes were bright yellow balls set on the ends of two

horns that stuck out of its head. They were cruel-looking eyes, too,

and seemed able to see every person in the room at the same time.

The legs of the Yell-Maker, however, were the most curious part of

the creature. There were six of them, slender and black as coal, and

each extended twelve to fifteen feet from its body when stretched

out in a straight line. They were hinged in several places so they

could be folded up or extended at will. At the ends of these thin

legs were immense claws shaped like those of a lobster, and they

were real "nippers" of a most dangerous sort.



The prisoners knew, as soon as they saw the awful claws, why the

thing was called the "Yell-Maker," and Trot gave a little shiver and

crept closer to Cap'n Bill. Zog looked with approval upon the

creature he had summoned and said to it, "I give you four victims,

the four people with fish's tails. Let me hear how loud they can

yell."



The Yell-Maker uttered a grunt of pleasure and in a flash stretched

out one of its long legs toward the queen's nose, where its powerful

claws came together with a loud noise. Aquareine did not stir; she

only smiled. Both Zog and the creature that had attacked her seemed

much surprised to find she was unhurt. "Again!" cried Zog, and again

the Yell-Maker's claw shot out and tried to pinch the queen's pretty

ear. But the magic of the fairy mermaid was proof against this

sea-rascal's strength and swiftness, nor could he touch any part of

Aquareine, although he tried again and again, roaring with anger

like a mad bull.



Trot began to enjoy this performance, and as her merry, childish

laughter rang out, the Yell-Maker turned furiously upon the little

girl, two of the dreadful claws trying to nip her at the same time.

She had no chance to cry out or jump backward, yet she remained

unharmed. For the Fairy Circle of Queen Aquareine kept her safe. Now

Cap'n Bill was attacked, and Princess Clia as well. The half-dozen

slender legs darted in every direction like sword thrusts to reach

their victims, and the cruel claws snapped so rapidly that the sound

was like the rattling of castanets. But the four prisoners regarded

their enemy with smiling composure, and no yell greeted the

Yell-Maker's efforts.



"Enough!" said Zog, softly and sweetly. "You may retire, my poor

Yell-Maker, for with these people you are powerless."



The creature paused and rolled its yellow eyes. "May I nip just one

of the slaves, oh Zog?" it asked pleadingly. "I hate to leave

without pleasing your ears with a single yell."



"Let my slaves alone," was Zog's answer. "They are here to serve me

and must not be injured. Go, feeble one."



"Not so!" cried the Queen. "It is a shame, Zog, that such an evil

thing should exist in our fair sea." With this, she drew her fairy

wand from a fold of her gown and waved it toward the creature. At

once the Yell-Maker sank down unconscious upon the floor; its legs

fell apart in many pieces, the claws tumbling in a heap beside the

body. Then all grew withered and lost shape, becoming a pulpy mass,

like gelatin. A few moments later the creature had melted away to

nothing at all, forever disappearing from the ocean where it had

caused so much horror and pain.



Zog watched this destruction with surprising patience. When it was

all over, he nodded his head and smiled, and Trot noticed that

whenever Zog smiled, his slaves lost their jolly looks and began to

tremble. "That is very pretty magic, Aquareine," said the monster.

"I myself learned the trick several thousand years ago, so it does

not astonish me. Have you fairies nothing that is new to show me?"



"We desire only to protect ourselves," replied the Queen with

dignity.



"Then I will give you a chance to do so," said Zog. As he spoke, the

great marble blocks in the ceiling of the room directly over the

heads of the captives gave way and came crashing down upon them.

Many tons of weight were in these marble blocks, and the magician

had planned to crush his victims where they stood. But the four were

still unharmed. The marble, being unable to touch them, was diverted

from its course, and when the roar of the great crash had died away,

Zog saw his intended victims standing quietly in their places and

smiling scornfully at his weak attempts to destroy them.



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