The Sea Fairies - Lyman Frank Baum (golden son ebook .TXT) 📗
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“How’s that, Cap’n? Why should we be crushed?” she asked.
“Why, ev’r’body knows that the deeper you go in the sea, the more the water presses agin you,” he explained. “Even the divers in their steel jackets can’t stand it very deep down. An’ here we be, miles from the top o’ the water, I s’pect, an’ we don’t feel crowded a bit.”
“I know why,” answered the child wisely. “The water don’t touch us, you see. If it did, it might crush us, but it don’t. It’s always held a little way off from our bodies by the magic of the fairy mermaids.”
“True enough, Trot,” declared the sailor man. “What an idjut I was not to think o’ that myself!”
In the royal banquet hall were assembled many of the mermaids, headed by the lovely queen, and as soon as their earth guests arrived, Aquareine ordered the meal to be served. The lobsters again waited upon the table, wearing little white caps and aprons which made them look very funny; but Trot was so hungry after her afternoon’s excursion that she did not pay as much attention to the lobsters as she did to her supper, which was very delicious and consisted of many courses. A lobster spilled some soup on Cap’n Bill’s bald head and made him yell for a minute, because it was hot and he had not expected it, but the queen apologized very sweetly for the awkwardness of her servants, and the sailor soon forgot all about the incident in his enjoyment of the meal.
After the feast ended, they all went to the big reception room, where some of the mermaids played upon harps while others sang pretty songs. They danced together, too—a graceful, swimming dance, so queer to the little girl that it interested and amused her greatly. Cap’n Bill seemed a bit bashful among so many beautiful mermaids, yet he was pleased when the queen offered him a place beside her throne, where he could see and hear all the delightful entertainment provided for the royal guests. He did not talk much, being a man of few words except when alone with Trot, but his light-blue eyes were big and round with wonder at the sights he saw.
Trot and the sailor man went to bed early and slept soundly upon their sponge-covered couches. The little girl never wakened until long after the sun was shining down through the glass roof of her room, and when she opened her eyes she was startled to find a number of big, small and middle-sized fishes staring at her through the glass. “That’s one bad thing ‘bout this mermaid palace,” she said to herself. “It’s too public. Ever’thing in the sea can look at you through the glass as much as it likes. I wouldn’t mind fishes looking at me if they hadn’t such big eyes, an’—goodness me! There’s a monster that’s all head! And there goes a fish with a sail on its back, an’ here’s old Mummercubble, I’m sure, for he’s got a head just like a pig.”
She might have watched the fishes on the roof for hours, had she not remembered it was late and breakfast must be ready. So she dressed and made her toilet, and swam down into the palace to find Cap’n Bill and the mermaids politely waiting for her to join them. The sea maidens were as fresh and lovely as ever, while each and all proved sweet tempered and merry, even at the breakfast table—and that is where people are cross, if they ever are. During the meal the queen said, “I shall take you this morning to the most interesting part of the ocean, where the largest and most remarkable sea creatures live. And we must visit King Anko, too, for the sea serpent would feel hurt and slighted if I did not bring my guests to call upon him.”
“That will be nice,” said Trot eagerly.
But Cap’n Bill asked, “Is there any danger, ma’am?”
“I think not,” replied Queen Aquareine. “I cannot say that you will be exposed to any danger at all, so long as I’m with you. But we are going into the neighborhood of such fierce and even terrible beings which would attack you at once did they suspect you to be earth people. So in order to guard your safety, I intend to draw the Magic Circle around both of you before we start.”
“What is the Magic Circle?” asked Trot.
“A fairy charm that prevents any enemy from touching you. No monster of the sea, however powerful, will be able to reach your body while you are protected by the Magic Circle,” declared the Queen.
“Oh, then I’ll not be a bit afraid,” returned the child with perfect confidence.
“Am I to have the Magic Circle drawn around me, too?” asked Cap’n Bill.
“Of course,” answered Aquareine. “You will need no other protection than that, yet both Princess Clia and I will both be with you. For today I shall leave Merla to rule our palaces in my place until we return.”
No sooner was breakfast finished than Trot was anxious to start. The girl was also curious to discover what the powerful Magic Circle might prove to be, but she was a little disappointed in the ceremony. The queen merely grasped her fairy wand in her right hand and swam around the child in a circle, from left to right. Then she took her wand in her left hand and swam around Trot in another circle, from right to left. “Now, my dear,” said she, “you are safe from any creature we are liable to meet.”
She performed the same ceremony for Cap’n Bill, who was doubtful about the Magic Circle because he felt the same after it as he had before. But he said nothing of his unbelief, and soon they left the palace and started upon their journey.
THE BASHFUL OCTOPUS
It was a lovely day, and the sea was like azure under the rays of the sun.
Over the flower beds and through the gardens they swam, emerging into the open sea in a direction opposite that taken by the visitors the day before. The party consisted of but four: Queen Aquareine, Princess Clia, Trot and Cap’n Bill.
“People who live upon the land know only those sea creatures which they are able to catch in nets or upon hooks or those which become disabled and are washed ashore,” remarked the Queen as they swam swiftly through the clear water. “And those who sail in ships see only the creatures who chance to come to the surface. But in the deep ocean caverns are queer beings that no mortal has ever heard of or beheld, and some of these we are to visit. We shall also see some sea shrubs and flowering weeds which are sure to delight you with their beauty.”
The sights really began before they had gone very far from the palace, and a school of butterfly fish, having gorgeous colors spattered over their broad wings, was first to delight the strangers. They swam just as butterflies fly, with a darting, jerky motion, and called a merry “Good morning!” to the mermaids as they passed.
“These butterfly fish are remarkably active,” said the Princess, “and their quick motions protect them from their enemies. We like to meet them; they are always so gay and good-natured.”
“Why, so am I!” cried a sharp voice just beside them, and they all paused to discover what creature had spoken to them.
“Take care,” said Clia in a low voice. “It’s an octopus.”
Trot looked eagerly around. A long, brown arm stretched across their way in front and another just behind them, but that did not worry her. The octopus himself came slowly sliding up to them and proved to be well worth looking at. He wore a red coat with brass buttons, and a silk hat was tipped over one ear. His eyes were somewhat dull and watery, and he had a moustache of long, hair-like “feelers” that curled stiffly at the ends. When he tried to smile at them, he showed two rows of sharp, white teeth. In spite of his red coat and yellow-embroidered vest, his standing collar and carefully tied cravat, the legs of the octopus were bare, and Trot noticed he used some of his legs for arms, as in one of them was held a slender cane and in another a handkerchief.
“Well, well!” said the Octopus. “Are you all dumb? Or don’t you know enough to be civil when you meet a neighbor?”
“We know how to be civil to our friends,” replied Trot, who did not like the way he spoke.
“Well, are we not friends, then?” asked the Octopus in an airy tone of voice.
“I think not,” said the little girl. “Octopuses are horrid creatures.”
“OctoPI, if you please; octoPI,” said the monster with a laugh.
“I don’t see any pie that pleases me,” replied Trot, beginning to get angry.
“OctoPUS means one of us; two or more are called octoPI,” remarked the creature, as if correcting her speech.
“I suppose a lot of you would be a whole bakery!” she said scornfully.
“Our name is Latin. It was given to us by learned scientists years ago,” said the Octopus.”
“That’s true enough,” agreed Cap’n Bill. “The learned scientists named ev’ry blamed thing they come across, an’ gener’ly they picked out names as nobody could understand or pernounce.”
“That isn’t our fault, sir,” said the Octopus. “Indeed, it’s pretty hard for us to go through life with such terrible names. Think of the poor little seahorse. He used to be a merry and cheerful fellow, but since they named him ‘hippocampus’ he hasn’t smiled once.”
“Let’s go,” said Trot. “I don’t like to ‘sociate with octopuses.”
“OctoPI,” said the creature, again correcting her.
“You’re jus’ as horrid whether you’re puses or pies,” she declared.
“Horrid!” cried the monster in a shocked tone of voice.
“Not only horrid, but horrible!” persisted the girl.
“May I ask in what way?” he inquired, and it was easy to see he was offended.
“Why, ev’rybody knows that octopuses are jus’ wicked an’ deceitful,” she said. “Up on the earth, where I live, we call the Stannerd Oil Company an octopus, an’ the Coal Trust an octopus, an’—”
“Stop, stop!” cried the monster in a pleading voice. “Do you mean to tell me that the earth people whom I have always respected compare me to the Stannerd Oil Company?”
“Yes,” said Trot positively.
“Oh, what a disgrace! What a cruel, direful, dreadful disgrace!” moaned the Octopus, drooping his head in shame, and Trot could see great tears falling down his cheeks.
“This comes of having a bad name,” said the Queen gently, for she was moved by the monster’s grief.
“It is unjust! It is cruel and unjust!” sobbed the creature mournfully. “Just because we have several long arms and take whatever we can reach, they accuse us of being like—like—oh, I cannot say it! It is too shameful, too humiliating.”
“Come, let’s go,” said Trot again. So they left the poor octopus weeping and wiping his watery eyes with his handkerchief and swam on their way. “I’m not a bit sorry for him,” remarked the child, “for his legs remind me of serpents.”
“So they do me,” agreed Cap’n Bill.
“But the octopi are not very bad,” said the Princess, “and we get along with them much better than we do with their cousins, the sea devils.”
“Oh. Are the sea devils their cousins?” asked Trot.
“Yes, and they are the only creatures of the ocean which we greatly fear,”
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