"Business before pleasure," said Mr. Noah; "first the banquet, then the tea. This way to the dressing-rooms."
There were two doors side by side. On one door was painted "Knight"s dressing-room," on the other "Princess"s dressing-room."
"Look out," said Mr. Noah; "the paint is wet. You see there wasn"t much time."
Philip found his dressing-room very interesting. The walls were entirely of looking-gla.s.s, and on tables in the middle of the room lay all sorts of clothes of beautiful colours and odd shapes. Shoes, stockings, hats, crowns, armour, swords, cloaks, breeches, waistcoats, jerkins, trunk hose. An open door showed a marble bath-room. The bath was sunk in the floor as the baths of luxurious Roman Empresses used to be, and as nowadays baths sometimes are, in model dwellings. (Only I am told that some people keep their coals in the baths--which is quite useless because coals are always black however much you wash them.)
Philip undressed and went into the warm clear water, greenish between the air and the marble. Why is it so pleasant to have a bath, and so tiresome to wash your hands and face in a basin? He put on his shirt and knickerbockers again, and wandered round the room looking at the clothes laid out there, and wondering which of the wonderful costumes would be really suitable for a knight to wear at a banquet. After considerable hesitation he decided on a little soft shirt of chain-mail that made just a double handful of tiny steel links as he held it. But a difficulty arose.
"I don"t know how to put it on," said Philip; "and I expect the banquet is waiting. How cross it"ll be."
He stood undecided, holding the chain mail in his hands, when his eyes fell on a bell handle. Above it was an ivory plate, and on it in black letters the word Valet. Philip rang the bell.
Instantly a soft tap at the door heralded the entrance of a person whom Philip at the first glance supposed to be a sandwich man. But the second glance showed that the oblong flat things which he wore were not sandwich-boards, but dominoes. The person between them bowed low.
"Oh!" said Philip, "I rang for the valet."
"I am not the valet," said the domino-enclosed person, who seemed to be in skintight black clothes under his dominoes, "I am the Master of the Robes. I only attend on really distinguished persons. Double-six, at your service, Sir. Have you chosen your dress?"
"I"d like to wear the armour," said Philip, holding it out. "It seems the right thing for a Knight," he added.
"Quite so, sir. I confirm your opinion."
He proceeded to dress Philip in a white tunic and to fasten the coat of mail over this. "I"ve had a great deal of experience," he said; "you couldn"t have chosen better. You see, I"m master of the subject of dress. I am able to give my whole mind to it; my own dress being fixed by law and not subject to changes of fashion leaves me free to think for others. And I think deeply. But I see that you can think for yourself."
You have no idea how jolly Philip looked in the mail coat and mailed hood--just like a Crusader.
At the doorway of the dressing-room he met Lucy in a short white dress and a coronal of pearls round her head. "I always wanted to be a fairy,"
she said.
"Did you have any one to dress you?" he asked.
"Oh no!" said Lucy calmly. "I always dress myself."
"Ladies have the advantage there," said Double-six, bowing and walking backwards. "The banquet is spread."
It turned out to be spread on three tables, one along each side of a great room, and one across the top of the room, on a dais--such a table as that high one at which dons and distinguished strangers sit in the Halls of colleges.
Mr. Noah was already in his place in the middle of the high table, and Lucy and Philip now took their places at each side of him. The table was spread with all sorts of nice-looking foods and plates of a pink-and-white pattern very familiar to Philip. They were, in fact, as he soon realised, the painted wooden plates from his sister"s old dolls"
house. There was no food just in front of the children, only a great empty bowl of silver.
Philip fingered his knife and fork; the pattern of those also was familiar to him. They were indeed the little leaden ones out of the dolls" house knife-basket of green and silver filagree. He hungrily waited. Servants in straight yellow dresses and red masks and caps were beginning to handle the dishes. A dish was handed to him. A beautiful jelly it looked like. He took up his spoon and was just about to help himself, when Mr. Noah whispered ardently, "Don"t!" and as Philip looked at him in astonishment he added, still in a whisper, "Pretend, can"t you? Have you never had a pretending banquet?" But before he had caught the whisper, Philip had tried to press the edge of the leaden spoon into the shape of jelly. And he felt that the jelly was quite hard. He went through the form of helping himself, but it was just nothing that he put on his plate. And he saw that Mr. Noah and Lucy and all the other guests did the same. Presently another dish was handed to him. There was no changing of plates. "They _needn"t_," Philip thought bitterly. This time it was a fat goose, not carved, and now Philip saw that it was attached to its dish with glue. Then he understood.
(You know the beautiful but uneatable feasts which are given you in a white cardboard box with blue binding and fine shavings to pack the dishes and keep them from breaking? I myself, when I was little, had such a banquet in a box. There were twelve dishes: a ham, brown and shapely; a pair of roast chickens, also brown and more anatomical than the ham; a glazed tongue, real tongue-shape, none of your tinned round mysteries; a dish of sausages; two handsome fish, a little blue, perhaps; a joint of beef, ribs I think, very red as to the lean and very white in the fat parts; a pork pie, delicately bronzed like a traveller in Central Africa. For sweets I had shapes, shapes of beauty, a jelly and a cream; a Swiss roll too, and a plum pudding; asparagus there was also and a cauliflower, and a dish of the greenest peas in all this grey world. This was my banquet outfit. I remember that the woodenness of it all depressed us wonderfully; the oneness of dish and food baffled all make-believe. With the point of nurse"s scissors we prised the viands from the platters. But their wooden nature was unconquerable. One could not pretend to eat a whole chicken any better when it was detached from its dish, and the sausages were one solid block. And when you licked the jelly it only tasted of glue and paint. And when we tried to re-roast the chickens at the nursery grate, they caught fire, and then they smelt of gasworks and india-rubber. But I am wandering. When you remember the things that happened when you were a child, you could go on writing about them for ever. I will put all this in brackets, and then you need not read it if you don"t want to.)
[Ill.u.s.tration: Mr. Noah whispered ardently, "Don"t!"]
But those painted wooden foods adhering firmly to their dishes were the kind of food of which the banquet now offered to Philip and Lucy was composed. Only they had more dishes than I had. They had as well a turkey, eight raspberry jam tarts, a pine-apple, a melon, a dish of oysters in the sh.e.l.l, a piece of boiled bacon and a leg of mutton. But all were equally wooden and uneatable.
Philip and Lucy, growing hungrier and hungrier, pretended with sinking hearts to eat and enjoy the wooden feast. Wine was served in those little goblets which they knew so well, where the double gla.s.ses restrained and contained a red fluid which _looked_ like wine. They did not want wine, but they were thirsty as well as hungry.
Philip wondered what the waiters were. He had plenty of time to wonder while the long banquet went on. It was not till he saw a group of them standing stiffly together at the end of the hall that he knew they must be the matches with which he had once peopled a city, no other inhabitants being at hand.
When all the dishes had been handed, speeches happened.
"Friends and fellow-citizens," Mr. Noah began, and went on to say how brave and clever Sir Philip was, and how likely it was that he would turn out to be the Deliverer. Philip did not hear all this speech. He was thinking of things to eat.
Then every one in the hall stood and shouted, and Philip found that he was expected to take his turn at speech-making. He stood up trembling and wretched.
"Friends and fellow-citizens," he said, "thank you very much. I want to be the Deliverer, but I don"t know if I can," and sat down again amid roars of applause.
Then there was music, from a grated gallery. And then--I cannot begin to tell you how glad Lucy and Philip were--Mr. Noah said, once more in a whisper, "Cheer up! the banquet is over. _Now_ we"ll have tea."
"Tea" turned out to be bread and milk in a very cosy, blue-silk-lined room opening out of the banqueting-hall. Only Lucy, Philip and Mr. Noah were present. Bread and milk is very good even when you have to eat it with the leaden spoons out of the dolls"-house basket. When it was much later Mr. Noah suddenly said "good-night," and in a maze of sleepy repletion (look that up in the d.i.c.ker, will you?) the children went to bed. Philip"s bed was of gold with yellow satin curtains, and Lucy"s was made of silver, with curtains of silk that were white. But the metals and colours made no difference to their deep and dreamless sleep.
And in the morning there was bread and milk again, and the two of them had it in the blue room without Mr. Noah.
"Well," said Lucy, looking up from the bowl of white floating cubes, "do you think you"re getting to like me any better?"
"_No_," said Philip, brief and stern like the skipper in the song.
"I wish you would," said Lucy.
"Well, I can"t," said Philip; "but I do want to say one thing. I"m sorry I bunked and left you. And I did come back."
"I know you did," said Lucy.
"I came back to fetch you," said Philip, "and now we"d better get along home."
"You"ve got to do seven deeds of power before you can get home," said Lucy.
"Oh! I remember, Perrin told me," said he.
"Well," Lucy went on, "that"ll take ages. No one can go out of this place _twice_ unless he"s a King-Deliverer. You"ve gone out _once_--without _me_. Before you can go again you"ve got to do seven n.o.ble deeds."
"I killed the dragon," said Philip, modestly proud.
"That"s only one," she said; "there are six more." And she ate bread and milk with firmness.
"Do you like this adventure?" he asked abruptly.
"It"s more interesting than anything that ever happened to me," she said. "If you were nice I should like it awfully. But as it is----"
"I"m sorry you don"t think I"m nice," said he.
"Well, what do _you_ think?" she said.
Philip reflected. He did not want not to be nice. None of us do. Though you might not think it to see how some of us behave. True politeness, he remembered having been told, consists in showing an interest in other people"s affairs.