"Oh, we _are_ in danger, are we?" said Lucy quickly. "I thought you said I wasn"t to be alarmed."
"No more you are," said Mr. Noah shortly; "of course you"re in danger.
But there"s me. And there"s the ark. What more do you want?"
"Nothing," Lucy answered in a very small voice, and the two made their way to a raised platform overlooking the long inclined road which led up to the tower on which the ark had been built. A long procession toiled slowly up it of animals in pairs, urged and goaded by the M.A."s under the orders of the Lord High Islander.
The wild wind blew the flames of the torches out like golden streamers, and the sound of the waves was like thunder on the sh.o.r.e.
Down below other M.A."s were busy carrying bales tied up in seaweed.
Seen from above the busy figures looked like ants when you kick into an ant-hill and the little ant people run this way and that way and every way about their little ant businesses.
The Lord High Islander came in pale and serious, with all the calm competence of Napoleon at a crisis.
"Sorry to have to worry you, sir," he said to Mr. Noah, "but of course your experience is invaluable just now. I can"t remember what bears eat.
Is it hay or meat?"
"It"s buns," said Lucy. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Noah. Of course I ought to have waited for you to say."
"In my ark," said Mr. Noah, "buns were unknown and bears were fed entirely on honey, the providing of which kept our pair of bees fully employed. But if you are sure bears _like_ buns we must always be humane, dear Lucy, and study the natural taste of the animals in our charge."
"They love them," said Lucy.
"Buns and honey," said the Lord Islander; "and what about bats?"
"I don"t know what bats eat," said Mr. Noah; "I believe it was settled after some discussion that they don"t eat cats. But what they _do_ eat is one of the eleven mysteries. You had better let the bats fast."
"They _are_, sir," said the Lord High Islander.
"And is all going well? Shall I come down and lend a personal eye?"
"I think I"m managing all right, sir," said the Lord High Islander modestly. "You see it"s a great honour for me. The M.A."s are carrying in the provisions, the boys are stowing them and also herding the beasts. They are very good workers, sir."
"Are you frightened?" Lucy whispered, as he turned to go back to his overseeing.
[Ill.u.s.tration: A long procession toiled slowly up it of animals in pairs.]
"Not I," said the Lord High Islander. "Don"t you understand that I"ve been promoted to be Lord Vice-Noah of Polistarchia? And of course the hearts of all Vice-Noahs are strangers to fear. But just think what a difficult thing Fear would have been to be a stranger to if you and Philip hadn"t got us the ark!"
"It was Philip"s doing," said Lucy; "oh, _do_ you think he"s all right?"
"I think his heart is a stranger to fear, naturally," said the Lord High Islander, "so he"s certain to be all right."
When the last of the animals had sniffed and snivelled its way into the ark--it was a porcupine with a cold in its head--the islanders, the M.A."s, Lucy and Mr. Noah followed. And when every one was in, the door of the ark was shut from inside by an ingenious mechanical contrivance worked by a more than usually intelligent M.A.
You must not suppose that the inside of the ark was anything like the inside of your own Noah"s ark, where all the animals are put in anyhow, all mixed together and wrong way up as likely as not. That, with live animals and live people, would, as you will readily imagine, be quite uncomfortable. The inside of the ark which had been built under the direction of Mr. Noah and Mr. Perrin was not at all like that. It was more like the inside of a big Atlantic liner than anything else I can think of. All the animals were stowed away in suitable stalls, and there were delightful cabins for all those for whom cabins were suitable. The islanders and the M.A."s retired to their cabins in perfect order, and Lucy and Mr. Noah, Mr. Perrin and the Lord High Islander gathered in the saloon, which was large and had walls and doors of inlaid mother-of-pearl and pink coral. It was lighted by gla.s.s globes filled with phosphorus collected by an ingenious process invented by another of the M.A."s.
"And now," said Mr. Noah, "I beg that anxiety may be dismissed from every mind. If the waters subside, they leave us safe. If they rise, as I confidently expect them to do, our ark will float, and we still are safe. In the morning I will take soundings and begin to steer a course.
We will select a suitable spot on the sh.o.r.e, land and proceed to the Hidden Places, where we will consult the oracle. A little refreshment before we retire for what is left of the night? A captain"s biscuit would perhaps not be inappropriate?" He took a tin from a locker and handed it round.
"That"s A1, sir," said the Lord High Islander, munching. "What a head you have for the right thing."
"All practice," said Mr. Noah modestly.
"Thank you," said Lucy, taking a biscuit; "I wish... ."
The sentence was never finished. With a sickening suddenness the floor of the saloon heaved up under their feet, a roaring surging battering sound broke round them; the saloon tipped over on one side and the whole party was thrown on the pink silk cushions of the long settee. A shudder seemed to run through the ark from end to end, and "What is it? Oh! what is it?" cried Lucy as the ark heeled over the other way and the unfortunate occupants were thrown on to the opposite set of cushions.
(It really _was_, now, rather like what you imagine the inside of your Noah"s ark must be when you put in Mr. Noah and his family and a few hastily chosen animals and shake them all up together.)
"It"s the sea," cried the Lord High Islander; "it"s the great Fear come upon us! And I"m not afraid!" He drew himself up as well as he could in his cramped position, with Mr. Noah"s elbow pinning his shoulder down and Mr. Perrin"s boot on his ear.
With a shake and a shiver the ark righted itself, and the floor of the saloon got flat again.
"It"s all right," said Mr. Perrin, resuming control of his boot; "good workmanship, it do tell. She ain"t shipped a drop, Mr. Noah, sir."
"It"s all right," said Mr. Noah, taking his elbow to himself and standing up rather shakily on his yellow mat.
"We"re afloat, we"re afloat On the dark rolling tide; The ark"s water-tight And the crew are inside.
"Up, up with the flag Let it wave o"er the sea; We"re afloat, we"re afloat-- And what else should we be?"
"_I_ don"t know," said Lucy; "but there isn"t any flag, is there?"
"The principle"s the same," said Mr. Noah; "but I"m afraid we didn"t think of a flag."
"_I_ did," said Mr. Perrin; "it"s only a Jubilee hankey"--he drew it slowly from his breast-pocket, a cotton Union Jack it was--"but it shall wave all right. But not till daylight, I think, sir. Discretion"s the better part of--don"t you think, Mr. Noah, sir? Wouldn"t do to open the ark out of hours, so to speak!"
"Just so," said Mr. Noah. "One, two, three! Bed!"
The ark swayed easily on a sea not too rough. The saloon pa.s.sengers staggered to their cabins. And silence reigned in the ark.
I am sorry to say that the Pretenderette dropped the wicker cage containing the parrot into the sea--an unpardonable piece of cruelty and revenge; unpardonable, that is, unless you consider that she did not really know any better. The Hippogriff"s white wings swept on; Philip, now laid across the knees of the Pretenderette (a most undignified att.i.tude for any boy, and I hope none of you may be placed in such a position), screamed as the cage struck the water, and, "Oh, Polly!" he cried.
"All right," the parrot answered; "keep your p.e.c.k.e.r up!"
"What did it say?" the Pretenderette asked.
"Something about peck," said Philip upside down.
"Ah!" said the Pretenderette with satisfaction, "he won"t do any more pecking for some time to come." And the wide Hippogriff wings swept on over the wide sea.
Polly"s cage fell and floated. And it floated alone till the dawn, when, with wheelings and waftings and cries, the gulls came from far and near to see what this new strange thing might be that bobbed up and down in their waters in the light of the new-born day.
"Hullo!" said Polly in bird-talk, clinging upside down to the top bars of the cage.
"Hullo, yourself," replied the eldest gull; "what"s up? And who are you?
And what are you doing in that unnatural lobster pot?"