The Sea Fairies, Lyman Frank Baum [i can read with my eyes shut txt] 📗
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“Those ones are bad enough, though,” declared Cap’n Bill. “If you know any worse ones, I don’t want a interduction to ‘em.”
“The monster devilfish inhabit caves in the rugged, mountainous regions of the ocean,” resumed the Princess, “and they are evil spirits who delight in injuring all who meet them. None lives near our palaces, so there is little danger of your meeting any while you are our guests.”
“I hope we won’t,” said Trot.
“None for me,” added Cap’n Bill. “Devils of any sort ought to be give a wide berth, an’ devilfish is worser ner sea serpents.”
“Oh, do you know the sea serpents?” asked Merla as if surprised.
“Not much I don’t,” answered the sailor, “but I’ve heard tell of folks as has seen ‘em.”
“Did they ever live to tell the tale?” asked Trot.
“Sometimes,” he replied. “They’re jes’ ORful creatures, mate.”
“How easy it is to be mistaken,” said Princess Clia softly. “We know the sea serpents very well, and we like them.”
“You do!” exclaimed Trot.
“Yes, dear. There are only three of them in all the world, and not only are they harmless, but quite bashful and shy. They are kind-hearted, too, and although not beautiful in appearance, they do many kind deeds and are generally beloved.”
“Where do they live?” asked the child.
“The oldest one, who is king of this ocean, lives quite near us,” said Clia. “His name is Anko.”
“How old is he?” inquired Cap’n Bill curiously.
“No one knows. He was here before the ocean came, and he stayed here because he learned to like the water better than the land as a habitation. Perhaps King Anko is ten thousand years old, perhaps twenty thousand. We often lose track of the centuries down here in the sea.”
“That’s pretty old, isn’t it?” said Trot. “Older than Cap’n Bill, I guess.”
“Summat,” chuckled the sailor man, “summat older, mate, but not much. P’raps the sea serpent ain’t got gray whiskers.”
“Oh yes he has,” responded Merla with a laugh. “And so have his two brothers, Unko and Inko. They each have an ocean of their own, you know; and once every hundred years they come here to visit their brother Anko. So we’ve seen all three many times.”
“Why, how old are mermaids, then?” asked Trot, looking around at the beautiful creatures wonderingly.
“We are like all ladies of uncertain age,” rejoined the Princess with a smile. “We don’t care to tell.”
“Older than Cap’n Bill?”
“Yes, dear,” said Clia.
“But we haven’t any gray whiskers,” added Merla merrily, “and our hearts are ever young.”
Trot was thoughtful. It made her feel solemn to be in the company of such old people. The band of mermaids seemed to all appearances young and fresh and not a bit as if they’d been soaked in water for hundreds of years. The girl began to take more notice of the sea maidens following after her. More than a dozen were in the group; all were lovely in appearance and clothed in the same gauzy robes as Merla and the Princess. These attendants did not join in the conversation but darted here and there in sportive play, and often Trot heard the tinkling chorus of their laughter. Whatever doubts might have arisen in the child’s mind through the ignorant tales of her sailor friend, she now found the mermaids to be light-hearted, joyous and gay, and from the first she had not been in the least afraid of her new companions.
“How much farther do we have to go?” asked Cap’n Bill presently.
“Are you getting tired?” Merla inquired.
“No,” said he, “but I’m sorter anxious to see what your palaces look like. Inside the water ain’t as interestin’ as the top of it. It’s fine swimmin’, I’ll agree, an’ I like it, but there ain’t nuthin’ special to see that I can make out.”
“That is true, sir,” replied the Princess. “We have purposely led you through the mid-water hoping you would see nothing to alarm you until you get more accustomed to our ocean life. Moreover, we are able to travel more swiftly here. How far do you think we have already come, Cap’n?”
“Oh, ‘bout two mile,” he answered.
“Well, we are now hundreds of miles from the cave where we started,” she told him.
“You don’t mean it!” he exclaimed in wonder.
“Then there’s magic in it,” announced Trot soberly.
“True, my dear. To avoid tiring you and to save time, we have used a little of our fairy power,” said Clia. “The result is that we are nearing our home. Let us go downward a bit, now, for you must know that the mermaid palaces are at the very bottom of the ocean, and in its deepest part.”
THE PALACE OF QUEEN AQUAREINE
Trot was surprised to find it was not at all dark or gloomy as they descended farther into the deep sea. Things were not quite so clear to her eyes as they had been in the bright sunshine above the ocean’s surface, but every object was distinct nevertheless, as if she saw through a pane of green-tainted glass. The water was very clear except for this green shading, and the little girl had never before felt so light and buoyant as she did now. It was no effort at all to dart through the water, which seemed to support her on all sides.
“I don’t believe I weigh anything at all,” she said to Cap’n Bill.
“No more do I, Trot,” said he. “But that’s nat’ral, seein’ as we’re under water so far. What bothers me most is how we manage to breathe, havin’ no gills like fishes have.”
“Are you sure we haven’t any gills?” she asked, lifting her free hand to feel her throat.
“Sure. Ner the mermaids haven’t any, either,” declared Cap’n Bill.
“Then,” said Trot, “we’re breathing by magic.”
The mermaids laughed at this shrewd remark, and the Princess said, “You have guessed correctly, my dear. Go a little slower, now, for the palaces are in sight.”
“Where?” asked Trot eagerly.
“Just before you.”
“In that grove of trees?” inquired the girl. And really, it seemed to her that they were approaching a beautiful grove. The bottom of the sea was covered with white sand, in which grew many varieties of sea shrubs with branches like those of trees. Not all of them were green, however, for the branches and leaves were of a variety of gorgeous colors. Some were purple, shading down to a light lavender; and there were reds all the way from a delicate rose-pink to vivid shades of scarlet. Orange, yellow and blue shades were there, too, mingling with the sea-greens in a most charming manner. Altogether, Trot found the brilliant coloring somewhat bewildering.
These sea shrubs, which in size were quite as big and tall as the trees on earth, were set so close together that their branches entwined; but there were several avenues leading into the groves, and at the entrance to each avenue the girl noticed several large fishes with long spikes growing upon their noses.
“Those are swordfishes,” remarked the Princess as she led the band past one of these avenues.
“Are they dang’rous?” asked Trot.
“Not to us,” was the reply. “The swordfishes are among our most valued and faithful servants, guarding the entrances to the gardens which surround our palaces. If any creatures try to enter uninvited, these guards fight them and drive them away. Their swords are sharp and strong, and they are fierce fighters, I assure you.”
“I’ve known ‘em to attack ships, an’ stick their swords right through the wood,” said Cap’n Bill.
“Those belonged to the wandering tribes of swordfishes,” explained the Princess. “These, who are our servants, are too sensible and intelligent to attack ships.”
The band now headed into a broad passage through the “gardens,” as the mermaids called these gorgeous groves, and the great swordfishes guarding the entrance made way for them to pass, afterward resuming their posts with watchful eyes. As they slowly swam along the avenue, Trot noticed that some of the bushes seemed to have fruits growing upon them, but what these fruits might be neither she nor Cap’n Bill could guess.
The way wound here and there for some distance, till finally they came to a more open space all carpeted with sea flowers of exquisite colorings. Although Trot did not know it, these flowers resembled the rare orchids of earth in their fanciful shapes and marvelous hues. The child did not examine them very closely, for across the carpet of flowers loomed the magnificent and extensive palaces of the mermaids.
These palaces were built of coral; white, pink and yellow being used, and the colors arranged in graceful designs. The front of the main palace, which now faced them, had circular ends connecting the straight wall, not unlike the architecture we are all familiar with; yet there seemed to be no windows to the building, although a series of archways served as doors.
Arriving at one of the central archways, the band of sea maidens separated. Princess Clia and Merla leading Trot and Cap’n Bill into the palace, while the other mermaids swam swiftly away to their own quarters.
“Welcome!” said Clia in her sweet voice. “Here you are surrounded only by friends and are in perfect safety. Please accept our hospitality as freely as you desire, for we consider you honored guests. I hope you will like our home,” she added a little shyly.
“We are sure to, dear Princess,” Trot hastened to say.
Then Clia escorted them through the archway and into a lofty hall. It was not a mere grotto, but had smoothly built walls of pink coral inlaid with white. Trot at first thought there was no roof, for looking upward she could see the water all above them. But the princess, reading her thought, said with a smile, “Yes, there is a roof, or we would be unable to keep all the sea people out of our palace. But the roof is made of glass to admit the light.”
“Glass!” cried the astonished child. “Then it must be an awful big pane of glass.”
“It is,” agreed Clia. “Our roofs are considered quite wonderful, and we owe them to the fairy powers of our queen. Of course, you understand there is no natural way to make glass under water.”
“No indeed,” said Cap’n Bill. And then he asked, “Does your queen live here?”
“Yes. She is waiting now, in her throne room, to welcome you. Shall we go in?”
“I’d just as soon,” replied Trot rather timidly, but she boldly followed the princess, who glided through another arch into another small room where several mermaids were reclining upon couches of coral. They were beautifully dressed and wore many sparkling jewels.
“Her Majesty is awaiting the strangers, Princess Clia,” announced one of these. “You are asked to enter at once.”
“Come, then,” said Clia, and once more taking Trot’s hand, she led the girl through still another arch, while Merla followed just behind them, escorting Cap’n Bill. They now entered an apartment so gorgeous that the child fairly gasped with astonishment. The queen’s throne room was indeed the grandest and most beautiful chamber in all the ocean palaces. Its coral walls were thickly inlaid with mother-of-pearl, exquisitely shaded and made into borders and floral decorations. In the corners were cabinets, upon the shelves of which many curious shells were arranged, all beautifully polished. The floor glittered with gems arranged in patterns of flowers, like a brilliant carpet.
Near the center of the room was a raised platform of mother-of-pearl upon which stood a couch thickly studded with diamonds, rubies, emeralds and pearls. Here reclined Queen Aquareine, a being so
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