"But how did they get to Sky Island?" inquired the third snubnosed one.
"By means of a Magic Umbrella, which I have captured and put away in my Treasure Chamber," replied the Boolooroo.
"What will you do with the monsters, papa?" asked the fourth Princess.
"I haven"t decided yet," said the Boolooroo. "They"re curiosities, you see, and may serve to amuse us. But as they"re only half civilized, I shall make them my slaves."
"What are they good for? Can they do anything useful?" asked the fifth.
"We"ll see," returned the King impatiently. "I can"t decide in a hurry.
Give me time, Azure, give me time. If there"s anything I hate, it"s a hurry."
"I"ve an idea, your Majesty," announced the sixth Snubnosed Princess, whose complexion was rather darker than that of her sisters, "and it has come to me quite deliberately, without any hurry at all. Let us take the little girl to be our maid--to wait upon us and amuse us when we"re dull. All the other ladies of the court will be wild with envy, and if the child doesn"t prove of use to us, we can keep her for a living pincushion."
"Oh! Ah! That will be fine!" cried all the other five, and the Boolooroo said:
"Very well, Indigo, it shall be as you desire." Then he turned to Trot and added, "I present you to the Six Lovely Snubnosed Princesses, to be their slave. If you are good and obedient, you won"t get your ears boxed oftener than once an hour."
"I won"t be anybody"s slave," protested Trot. "I don"t like these snubnosed, fussy females, an" I won"t have anything to do with "em."
"How impudent!" cried Cerulia.
"How vulgar!" cried Turquoise.
"How unladylike!" cried Sapphire.
"How silly!" cried Azure.
"How absurd!" cried Cobalt.
"How wicked!" cried Indigo. And then all six held up their hands as if horrified.
The Boolooroo laughed. "You"ll know how to bring her to time, I imagine," he remarked, "and if the girl isn"t reasonable and obedient, send her to me and I"ll have her patched. Now, then, take her away."
But Trot was obstinate and wouldn"t budge a step. "Keep us together, your Majesty," begged Cap"n Bill. "If we"re to be slaves, don"t separate us, but make us all the same kind o" slaves."
"I shall do what pleases me," declared the Boolooroo angrily. "Don"t try to dictate, old Moonface, for there"s only one Royal Will in Sky Island, and that"s my own."
He then gave a command to a soldier, who hastened away to the palace and soon returned with a number of long, blue ribbons. One he tied around Trot"s waist and then attached to it six other ribbons. Each of the Six Snubnosed Princesses held the end of a ribbon, and then they turned and marched haughtily away to the palace, dragging the little girl after them.
"Don"t worry, Trot," cried b.u.t.ton-Bright. "We"ll get you out of this trouble pretty soon."
"Trust to us, mate," added Cap"n Bill. "We"ll manage to take care o"
you."
"Oh, I"m all right," answered Trot with fine courage. "I"m not afraid of these gawkies."
But the princesses pulled her after them, and soon they had all disappeared into one of the entrances to the Blue Palace.
"Now, then," said the Boolooroo. "I will instruct you two in your future duties. I shall make old Moonface--"
"My name"s Cap"n Bill Weedles," interrupted the sailor.
"I don"t care what your name is. I shall call you old Moonface,"
replied the king, "for that suits you quite well. I shall appoint you the Royal Nectar Mixer to the court of Sky Island, and if you don"t mix our nectar properly, I"ll have you patched."
"How do you mix it?" asked Cap"n Bill.
"I don"t mix it. It"s not the Boolooroo"s place to mix nectar," was the stern reply. "But you may inquire of the palace servants, and perhaps the Royal Chef or the Major-domo will condescend to tell you. Take him to the servants" quarters, Captain Ultramarine, and give him a suit of the royal livery."
So Cap"n Bill was lad away by the chief of the soldiers, and when he had gone, the king said to b.u.t.ton-Bright, "You, slave, shall be the Royal Bootblue. Your duty will be to keep the boots and shoes of the royal family nicely polished with blue."
"I don"t know how," answered b.u.t.ton-Bright surlily.
"You"ll soon learn. The Royal Steward will supply you with blue paste, and when you"ve brushed this on our shoes, you must shine them with Q-rays of Moonshine. Do you understand?"
"No," said b.u.t.ton-Bright.
Then the Boolooroo told one of the soldiers to take the boy to the s...o...b..ue den and have him instructed in his duties, and the soldiers promptly obeyed and dragged b.u.t.ton-Bright away to the end of the palace where the servants lived.
GHIP-GHISIZZLE PROVES FRIENDLY
CHAPTER 7
The Royal Palace was certainly a magnificent building, with large and lofty rooms and superb furnishings, all being in shades of blue. The soldier and the boy pa.s.sed through several broad corridors and then came to a big hall where many servants were congregated. These were staring in bewilderment at Cap"n Bill, who had been introduced to them by Captain Ultramarine. Now they turned in no less surprise to examine the boy, and their looks expressed not only astonishment but dislike.
The servants were all richly attired in blue silk liveries, and they seemed disposed to resent the fact that these strangers had been added to their ranks. They scowled and muttered and behaved in a very unfriendly way, even after Captain Ultramarine had explained that the newcomers were merely base slaves, and not to be cla.s.sed with the free royal servants of the palace.
One of those present, however, showed no especial enmity to b.u.t.ton-Bright and Cap"n Bill, and this Blueskin attracted the boy"s notice because his appearance was so strange. He looked as if he were made of two separate men, each cut through the middle and then joined together, half of one to half of the other. One side of his blue hair was curly and the other half straight; one ear was big and stuck out from the side of his head, while the other ear was small and flat; one eye was half shut and twinkling, while the other was big and staring; his nose was thin on one side and flat on the other, while one side of his mouth curled up and the other down. b.u.t.ton-Bright also noticed that he limped as he walked because one leg was a trifle longer than the other, and that one hand was delicate and slender and the other thick and hardened by use.
"Don"t stare at him," a voice whispered in the boy"s ear. "The poor fellow has been patched, that"s all."
b.u.t.ton-Bright turned to see who had spoken and found by his side a tall young Blueskin with a blue-gold chain around his neck. He was quite the best looking person the boy had seen in Sky Island, and he spoke in a pleasant way and seemed quite friendly. But the two-sided man had overheard the remark, and he now stepped forward and said in a careless tone:
"Never mind. It"s no disgrace to be patched in a country ruled by such a cruel Boolooroo as we have. Let the boy look at me if he wants to.
I"m not pretty, but that"s not my fault. Blame the Boolooroo."
"I--I"m glad to meet you, sir," stammered b.u.t.ton-Bright. "What is your name, please?"
"I"m now named Jimfred Jonesjinks, and my partner is called Fredjim Jinksjones. He"s busy at present guarding the Treasure Chamber, but I"ll introduce you to him when he comes back. We"ve had the misfortune to be patched, you know."
"What is being patched?" asked the boy.
"They cut two of us in halves and mismatch the halves--half of one to half of the other, you know--and then the other two halves are patched together. It destroys our individuality and makes us complex creatures, so it"s the worst punishment than can be inflicted in Sky Island."