"Oh, that was the Magician," said all the voices in unison; "he was your fairy-G.o.dfather, you know."
"What has become of him?" asked the Princess, clinging to her lover"s arm.
"He"s been asleep all this time. It was the condition, the only way he got leave to work the good magic for all of us," said the many voices that were one.
"Let"s go and wake him," said the King.
So they all went. And when they woke the Magician, who was sleeping quietly in his own private room in the palace where the Princess had once lived, he sneezed seven times for pure joy, and then called for Welsh rabbit and baked Spanish onions for supper.
"For after all these years of starvation," he said, "I do really think I may for once take a liberty with my digestion."
So he had the supper he wanted; but the King and the Princess had roses and lilies and wedding-cake, because they were married that very evening.
And when you have pa.s.sed through exactly the sort of fire those two had pa.s.sed through, you can never be old, or ugly, or unhappy again, so those two are happy, and beautiful, and young to this very hour.
THE WHITE HORSE
"Please, father," Diggory said, "I want to go out and seek my fortune."
"Seek your grandmother," said his father, but not unkindly. He was smoking a pipe outside his cottage door, and he had a red-spotted handkerchief over his head because of the flies. There were flies then, just the same as there are now, though it was a hundred years ago by the church clock.
"I wasn"t thinking of my grandmother," said Diggory; "I was thinking of my Uncle Diggory. He was the third son of a woodcutter, just like I am, and he saw right enough that that"s the sort that _has_ to go out and seek its fortune. And I"m getting on, father; I shall be twenty before you know where you are."
"You"ll have to be twenty and more before I agree not to know where _you_ are," said his father. "Your Uncle Diggory did well for himself, sure enough, and many a turkey and chine he"s sent us at Christmas-time; but he started a-horseback, he did. He got the horse from _his_ Uncle Diggory, and he was a rover too. Now, if you went, you"d have to go on Shank"s mare, and them that go a-foot comes back a-foot."
"Will you let me go, then, if I can get a horse?" said Diggory coaxingly. "Do say yes, dad, and then I won"t say another word about it till I"ve got the horse."
"Drat the lad--_yes_, then!" shouted the father.
Diggory jumped up from the porch seat.
"Then farewell home and hey for the road," cried he, "for I"ve got the horse, dad. My Uncle Diggory sent it to me this very day, and it"s tied up behind the lodge; white it is, and a red saddle and bridle fit for a King."
The woodcutter grumbled, but he was a woodcutter of honour, and having said "Yes," he had to stick to yes.
So Diggory rode off on the white horse with the scarlet saddle, and all the village turned out to see him go. He had on his best white smock, and he had never felt so fine in all his days.
So he rode away. When he came to the round mound windmill he stopped, for there was Joyce taking in the clean clothes from the hedge, because it was Monday evening.
He told her where he was going.
"You might take me with you," she said. "I"m not so very heavy but what we could both ride on that great big horse of yours." And she held up a face as sweet as a bunch of flowers.
But Diggory said, "No, my dear. Why, you little silly, girls can"t go to seek their fortunes. You"d only be in my way! Wish me luck, child."
So he rode on, and she folded up the linen all crooked, and damped it down with her tears, so that it was quite ready for ironing.
Diggory rode on, and on, and on. He rode through dewy evening, and through the cool black night, and right into the fresh-scented pinky pearly dawning. And when it was real live wide-awake morning, Diggory felt very thin and empty inside his smock, and he remembered that he had had nothing to eat since dinner-time yesterday, and then it was pork and greens.
He rode on, and he rode on, and by-and-by he came to a red brick wall, very strong and stout, with big b.u.t.tresses and a stone coping. His horse (whom he had christened Invicta, and perhaps if he had known as much Latin as you do he would have called him something different) was a very high horse indeed, and by standing up in his stirrups Diggory could see over the wall. And he saw that on the other side was an orchard full of trees full of apples, red, and yellow, and green. He reined Invicta in close under the wall and said, "Woa, there! stand still, will "e?"
And he stood up on the broad saddle and made a jump and caught at the stone coping of the wall, and next moment he had hung by his hands and dropped into the orchard. And it was a very long drop indeed. For he had quite made up his mind to take some of the apples. First, because he was hungry, and, secondly, because boys _will_ take apples--in stories that is, of course; _really_, they would never think of such a thing.
With a practised eye, Diggory chose the tree with the fattest, rosiest apples on it. He climbed the tree, and had just settled himself astride a convenient bough when he heard a voice say: "Hi! You up there!"
And, looking down, he saw a flat-faced old man with a red flannel waistcoat standing under the tree looking up spitefully.
"Good-morning, my fine fellow," said the old man. "You seem a nice honest lad, and I"m sorry for your sake that apple stealing"s punished so severely in these parts."
"I"ve not had any apples yet," said Diggory. "Look here, I"ll go away if you like, and we"ll say no more about it."
"That"s a handsome offer, very," said the nasty old man; "but this is an enchanted orchard, and you can"t go away without with your leave or by your leave, as you came in. Why, you can"t even get out of the tree--and as for climbing the wall, no one can do it without a white horse to help him. So now where are you?"
Diggory knew very well where he was, and he tried at once to be somewhere else, but the old man was right. He could move all about the tree from branch to branch, but the tree felt wrong way up and he felt wrong way up; that is to say, he could not get to the ground except by jumping much harder than he knew how to, and then he knew he would only have fallen back again, just as you would fall back if you jumped up to the ceiling. He could have fallen off the tree the other way, of course, but then he would have fallen up into the sky, and there seemed to be nothing there to stop his falling for ever and ever. So he held tight and looked at the old man. And Diggory thought he looked nastier than ever.
So he said: "Well?"
And the old man said: "Not at all! However, since you had the sense not to fall off wrong way, I suppose you"re the boy I want. Now, look here, you throw me down those ten big apples, one by one, so that I can catch them, and I"ll let you go out by the Apple Door that no one but me has the key of."
"Why don"t you pick them yourself?" Diggory asked.
"I"m too old; you know very well that old men don"t climb trees. Come, is it a bargain?"
"I don"t know," said the boy; "there are lots of apples you can reach without climbing. Why do you want these so particularly?"
As he spoke, he picked one of the apples and threw it up and caught it.
I say up, but it was down instead, because of the apple-tree being so very much enchanted.
"Oh, _don"t_!" the old man squeaked like a rat in a trap--"_don"t_ drop it! Throw it down to me, you nasty slack-baked, smock-frocked son of a speckled toad!"
Diggory"s blood boiled at hearing his father called a toad.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""Take that," cried he, aiming an apple at the old man"s head."--Page 307.]
"Take that!" cried he, aiming the apple at the old man"s head." I wish I could get out of this tree."
The apple hit the old man"s head and bounced on to the gra.s.s, and the moment that apple touched the ground Diggory found that he _could_ get out of the tree if he liked, for he felt that he was now the proper way up once more, and so was the tree.
"So," he said, "these are wish-apples, are they?"
"No, no, no, no!" shrieked the old man so earnestly that Diggory knew he was lying. "I"ve just disenchanted you, that"s all. You see, most people fall up out of the tree and you didn"t, so I thought I"d let you go, because I"m a nice kind old man, I am, and I wouldn"t so much as hurt a fly. They aren"t wish-apples, indeed they aren"t."
"Really," said Diggory. "I wish you"d speak the truth."
With that he picked the second apple and threw it. And the old man began to speak the truth as hard as ever he could speak. It was like a child saying a lesson it has just learned, and is afraid of forgetting before it can get it said.