After they had eaten all they could and the servants had been sent away, Trot related her adventures, telling how with the a.s.sistance of the billygoat she had turned the tables on the wicked Boolooroo. Then she gave Rosalie back her magic ring, thanking the kind Witch for all she had done for them. "And now," said she, "I want to say to Ghip-"Sizzle that jus" as soon as we can find b.u.t.ton-Bright"s umbrel we"re going to fly home again. I"ll always be Queen of Sky Island, but the Pink and Blue Countries must each have a Ruler. I think I"ll make "Sizzle the Boolooroo of the Blues, but I want you to promise me, Ghip, that you"ll destroy the Great Knife and its frame and clean up the room and turn it into a skating rink an" never patch anyone as long as you rule the Blueskins."
Ghip-Ghisizzle was overjoyed at the prospect of being Boolooroo of the Blues, but he looked solemn at the promise Trot exacted. "I"m not cruel," he said, "and I don"t approve of patching in general, so I"ll willingly destroy the Great Knife. But before I do that, I want the privilege of patching the Snubnosed Princesses to each other--mixing the six as much as possible--and then I want to patch the former Boolooroo to the billygoat, which is the same punishment he was going to inflict upon Cap"n Bill."
"No," said Trot positively. "There"s been enough patching in this country, and I won"t have any more of it. The old Boolooroo and the six stuck-up Princesses will be punished enough by being put out of the palace. The people don"t like "em a bit, so they"ll be outcasts and wanderers, and that will make "em sorry they were so wicked an" cruel when they were powerful. Am I right, Cap"n Bill?"
"You are, mate," replied the sailor.
"Please, Queen Trot," begged Ghip-Ghisizzle, "let me patch just the Boolooroo. It will be such a satisfaction."
"I have said no, an" I mean it," answered the girl. "You let the poor old Boolooroo alone. There"s nothing that hurts so much as a come-down in life, an" I "spect the old rascal"s goin" to be pretty miser"ble by"m"by."
"What does he say to his reversal of fortune?" asked Rosalie.
"Why, I don"t b"lieve he knows about it," said Trot. "Guess I"d better send for him an" tell him what"s happened."
So the Captain of the Guards was given the key and told to fetch the Boolooroo from the Room of the Great Knife. The guards had a terrible struggle with the goat, which was loose in the room and still wanted to fight, but finally they subdued the animal, and then they took the Boolooroo out of the frame he was tied in and brought both him and the goat before Queen Trot, who awaited them in the throne room of the palace. When the courtiers and the people a.s.sembled saw the goat, they gave a great cheer, for the beast had helped to dethrone their wicked Ruler.
"What"s goin" to happen to this tough ol" warrior, Trot?" asked Cap"n Bill. "It"s my idee as he"s braver than the whole Blue Army put together."
"You"re right, Cap"n," she returned. "I"ll have "Sizzle make a fine yard for the goat, where he"ll have plenty of blue gra.s.s to eat. An"
I"ll have a pretty fence put around it an" make all the people honor an" respec" him jus" as long as he lives."
"I"ll gladly do that," promised the new Boolooroo, "and I"ll feed the honorable goat all the shavings and leather and tin cans he can eat, besides the gra.s.s. He"ll be the happiest goat in Sky Island, I a.s.sure you."
As they led the now-famous animal from the room, the Boolooroo shuddered and said, "How dare you people give orders in my palace? I"m the Boolooroo!"
""Scuse me," said Trot. "I neglected to tell you that you"re not the Boolooroo any more. We"ve got the Royal Record Book, an" it proves you"ve already ruled this country longer than you had any right to.
"Sides all that, I"m the Queen o" Sky Island--which means Queen o" the Pinkies an" Queen o" the Blues, both of "em. So things are run as I say, an" I"ve made Ghip-Ghisizzle Boolooroo in your place. He"ll look after this end of the Island hereafter, an" unless I"m much mistaken, he"ll do it a heap better than you did."
The former Boolooroo groaned. "What"s going to become of me, then?" he asked. "Am I to be patched, or what?"
"You won"t be hurt," answered the girl, "but you"ll have to find some other place to stay besides this palace, an" perhaps you"ll enjoy workin" for a livin" by way of variety."
"Can"t I take any of the treasure with me?" he pleaded.
"Not even a bird cage," said she. "Ever"thing in the palace now belongs to Ghip-Ghisizzle."
"Except the Six Snubnosed Princesses," exclaimed the new Boolooroo earnestly. "Won"t you please get rid of them, too, your Majesty? Can"t they be discharged?"
"Of course," said Trot. "They must go with their dear father an"
mother. Isn"t there some house in the City they can all live in, Ghip?"
"Why, I own a little cabin at the end of the town," said Ghip-Ghisizzle, "and I"ll let them use that, as I won"t need it any longer. It isn"t a very pretty cabin, and the furniture is cheap and common, but I"m sure it is good enough for this wicked man and his family."
"I"ll not be wicked any more," sighed the old Boolooroo. "I"ll reform.
It"s always best to reform when it is no longer safe to remain wicked.
As a private citizen, I shall be a model of deportment, because it would be dangerous to be otherwise."
Trot now sent for the Princesses, who had been weeping and wailing and fighting among themselves ever since they learned that their father had been conquered. When first they entered the throne room, they tried to be as haughty and scornful as ever, but the Blues who were a.s.sembled there all laughed at them and jeered them, for there was not a single person in all the Blue Country who loved the Princesses the least little bit.
Trot told the girls that they must go with their father to live in Ghip-Ghisizzle"s little old cabin, and when they heard this dreadful decree, the six snubnosed ones began to scream and have hysterics, and between them they managed to make so much noise that no one could hear anything else. So Ghip-Ghisizzle ordered the Captain to take a file of soldiers and escort the raving beauties to their new home.
This was done, the once-royal family departing from the palace with shamed and downcast looks. Then the Room of the Great Knife was cleared of its awful furniture. The frames were split into small pieces of bluewood and the benches chopped into kindling and the immense sharp knife broken into bits. All the rubbish was piled into the square before the palace and a bonfire made of it, while the Blue people cl.u.s.tered around and danced and sang with joy as the blue flames devoured the dreadful instrument that had once caused them so much unhappiness.
That evening Trot gave a grand ball in her palace, to which the most important of the Pinkies and the Blueskins were invited. The combined bands of both the countries played the music, and a fine supper was served. The Pinkies would not dance with the Blues, however, nor would the Blues dance with the Pinkies. The two nations were so different in all ways that they were unable to agree at all, and several times during the evening quarrels arose and there was fighting between them, which Trot promptly checked.
"I think it would be best for us to go back to our own country as soon as possible," suggested Rosalie the Witch, "for if we stay here very long, the Blueskins may rise against us and cause the Pinkies much trouble."
"Jus" as soon as we find that umbrel," promised Trot, "we"ll dive into the Fog Bank an" make tracks for the Land of Sunrise an" Sunset."
THE FATE OF THE MAGIC UMBRELLA
CHAPTER 27
Next morning the search for the Magic Umbrella began in earnest. With many to hunt for it and the liberty of the whole palace to aid them, every inch of the great building was carefully examined. But no trace of the umbrella could be found. Cap"n Bill and b.u.t.ton-Bright went down to the cabin of the former Boolooroo and tried to find out what he had done with the umbrella, but the old Boolooroo said,
"I had it brought from the Treasure Chamber and tried to make it work, but there was no magic about the thing. So I threw it away. I haven"t any idea what became of it."
The six former Princesses were sitting upon a rude bench, looking quite bedraggled and untidy. Said Indigo:
"If you will make Ghip-Ghisizzle marry me, I"ll find your old umbrella."
"Where is it?" asked b.u.t.ton-Bright eagerly.
"Make Ghip-Ghisizzle marry me, and I"ll tell you," repeated Indigo.
"But I won"t say another word about it until after I am married."
So they went back to the palace and proposed to the new Boolooroo to marry Indigo so they could get their Magic Umbrella. But Ghip-Ghisizzle positively refused.
"I"d like to help you," said he, "but nothing will ever induce me to marry one of those snubnoses."
"They"re very pretty--for Blueskins," said Trot.
"But when you marry a girl, you marry the inside as well as the outside," declared Ghip-Ghisizzle, "and inside these Princesses there are wicked hearts and evil thoughts. I"d rather be patched than marry the best of them."
"Which IS the best?" asked b.u.t.ton-Bright.
"I don"t know, I"m sure," was the reply. "Judging from their actions in the past, there is no best."
Rosalie the Witch now went to the cabin and put Indigo into a deep sleep by means of a powerful charm. Then, while the Princess slept, the Witch made her tell all she knew, which wasn"t a great deal, to be sure; but it was soon discovered that Indigo had been deceiving them and knew nothing at all about the umbrella. She had hoped to marry Ghip-Ghisizzle and become Queen, after which she could afford to laugh at their reproaches. So the Witch woke her up and went back to the palace to tell Trot of her failure.
The girl and b.u.t.ton-bright and Cap"n Bill were all rather discouraged by this time, for they had searched high and low and had not found a trace of the all-important umbrella. That night none of them slept much, for they all lay awake wondering how they could ever return to the Earth and to their homes.
In the morning of the third day after Trot"s conquest of the Blues, the little girl conceived another idea. She called all the servants of the palace to her and questioned them closely. But not one could remember having seen anything that looked like an umbrella.