Rinkitink in Oz
The old woman stopped sweeping and looked at him in a stupid way, for
she was not very intelligent.
"Do you mean the one odd shoe that was lying on the floor when I came
in?" she finally asked.
"Yes--yes!" answered the boy. "Where is it? Tell me where it is!"
"Why, I threw it on the dust-heap, outside the back gate," said she,
"for, it being but a single shoe, with no mate, it can be of no use to
anyone."
"Show us the way to the dust-heap--at once!" commanded the boy, sternly,
for he was greatly frightened by this new misfortune which threatened
him.
The old woman hobbled away and they followed her, constantly urging her
to hasten; but when they reached the dust-heap no shoe was to be seen.
"This is terrible!" wailed the young Prince, ready to weep at his loss.
"We are now absolutely ruined, and at the mercy of our enemies. Nor
shall I be able to liberate my dear father and mother."
"Well," replied Rinkitink, leaning against an old barrel and looking
quite solemn, "the thing is certainly unlucky, any way we look at it. I
suppose someone has passed along here and, seeing the shoe upon the
dust-heap, has carried it away. But no one could know the magic power
the shoe contains and so will not use it against us. I believe, Inga, we
must now depend upon our wits to get us out of the scrape we are in."
With saddened hearts they returned to the palace, and entering a small
room where no one could observe them or overhear them, the boy took the
White Pearl from its silken bag and held it to his ear, asking:
"What shall I do now?"
"Tell no one of your loss," answered the Voice of the Pearl. "If your
enemies do not know that you are powerless, they will fear you as much
as ever. Keep your secret, be patient, and fear not!"
Inga heeded this advice and also warned Rinkitink to say nothing to
anyone of the loss of the shoes and the powers they contained. He sent
for the shoemaker of King Gos, who soon brought him a new pair of red
leather shoes that fitted him quite well. When these had been put upon
his feet, the Prince, accompanied by the King, started to walk through
the city.
Wherever they went the people bowed low to the conqueror, although a
few, remembering Inga's terrible strength, ran away in fear and
trembling. They had been used to severe masters and did not yet know how
they would be treated by King Gos's successor. There being no occasion
for the boy to exercise the powers he had displayed the previous day,
his present helplessness was not suspected by any of the citizens of
Regos, who still considered him a wonderful magician.
Inga did not dare to fight his way to the mines, at present, nor could
he try to conquer the Island of Coregos, where his mother was enslaved;
so he set about the regulation of the City of Regos, and having
established himself with great state in the royal palace he began to
govern the people by kindness, having consideration for the most humble.
The King of Regos and his followers sent spies across to the island they
had abandoned in their flight, and these spies returned with the news
that the terrible boy conqueror was still occupying the city. Therefore
none of them ventured to go back to Regos but continued to live upon the
neighboring island of Coregos, where they passed the days in fear and
trembling and sought to plot and plan ways how they might overcome the
Prince of Pingaree and the fat King of Gilgad.
A Present for Zella
CHAPTER 9
Now it so happened that on the morning of that same day when the Prince
of Pingaree suffered the loss of his priceless shoes, there chanced to
pass along the road that wound beside the royal palace a poor
charcoal-burner named Nikobob, who was about to return to his home in
the forest.
Nikobob carried an ax and a bundle of torches over his shoulder and he
walked with his eyes to the ground, being deep in thought as to the
strange manner in which the powerful King Gos and his city had been
conquered by a boy Prince who had come from Pingaree.
Suddenly the charcoal-burner espied a shoe lying upon the ground, just
beyond the high wall of the palace and directly in his path. He picked
it up and, seeing it was a pretty shoe, although much too small for his
own foot, he put it in his pocket.
Soon after, on turning a corner of the wall, Nikobob came to a dust-heap
where, lying amidst a mass of rubbish, was another shoe--the mate to the
one he had before found. This also he placed in his pocket, saying to
himself:
"I have now a fine pair of shoes for my daughter Zella, who will be much
pleased to find I have brought her a present from the city."
And while the charcoal-burner turned into the forest and trudged along
the path toward his home, Inga and Rinkitink were still searching for
the missing shoes. Of course, they could not know that Nikobob had found
them, nor did the honest man think he had taken anything more than a
pair of cast-off shoes which nobody wanted.
Nikobob had several miles to travel through the forest before he could
reach the little log cabin where his wife, as well as his little
daughter Zella, awaited his return, but he was used to long walks and
tramped along the path whistling cheerfully to beguile the time.
Few people, as I said before, ever passed through the dark and tangled
forests of Regos, except to go to the mines in the mountain beyond, for
many dangerous creatures lurked in the wild jungles, and King Gos never
knew, when he sent a messenger to the mines, whether he would reach
there safely or not.
The charcoal-burner, however, knew the wild forest well, and especially
this part of it lying between the city and his home. It was the favorite
haunt of the ferocious beast Choggenmugger, dreaded by every dweller in
the Island of Regos. Choggenmugger was so old that everyone thought it
must have been there since the world was made, and each year of its life
the huge scales that covered its body grew thicker and harder and its
jaws grew wider and its teeth grew sharper and its appetite grew more
keen than ever.
In former ages there had been many dragons in Regos, but Choggenmugger
was so fond of dragons that he had eaten all of them long ago. There had
also been great serpents and crocodiles in the forest marshes, but all
had gone to feed the hunger of Choggenmugger. The people of Regos knew
well there was no use opposing the Great Beast, so when one
unfortunately met with it he gave himself up for lost.
All this Nikobob knew well, but fortune had always favored him in his
journeys through the forest, and although he had at times met many
savage beasts and fought them with his sharp ax, he had never to this
day encountered the terrible Choggenmugger. Indeed, he was not thinking
of the Great Beast at all as he walked along, but suddenly he heard a
crashing of broken trees and felt a trembling of the earth and saw the
immense jaws of Choggenmugger opening before him. Then Nikobob gave
himself up for lost and his heart almost ceased to beat.
He believed there was no way of escape. No one ever dared oppose
Choggenmugger. But Nikobob hated to die without showing the monster, in
some way, that he was eaten only under protest. So he raised his ax and
brought it down upon the red, protruding tongue of the monster--and cut
it clean off!
For a moment the charcoal-burner scarcely believed what his eyes saw,
for he knew nothing of the pearls he carried in his pocket or the magic
power they lent his arm. His success, however, encouraged him to strike
again, and this time the huge scaly jaw of Choggenmugger was severed in
twain and the beast howled in terrified rage.
Nikobob took off his coat, to give himself more freedom of action, and
then he earnestly renewed the attack. But now the ax seemed blunted by
the hard scales and made no impression upon them whatever. The creature
advanced with glaring, wicked eyes, and Nikobob seized his coat under
his arm and turned to flee.
That was foolish, for Choggenmugger could run like the wind. In a moment
it overtook the charcoal-burner and snapped its four rows of sharp teeth
together. But they did not touch Nikobob, because he still held the coat
in his grasp, close to his body, and in the coat pocket were Inga's
shoes, and in the points of the shoes were the magic pearls. Finding
himself uninjured, Nikobob put on his coat, again seized his ax, and in
a short time had chopped Choggenmugger into many small pieces--a task
that proved not only easy but very agreeable.
"I must be the strongest man in all the world!" thought the
charcoal-burner, as he proudly resumed his way, "for Choggenmugger has
been the terror of Regos since the world began, and I alone have been
able to destroy the beast. Yet it is singular that never before did I
discover how powerful a man I am."
He met no further adventure and at midday reached a little clearing in
the forest where stood his humble cabin.
"Great news! I have great news for you," he shouted, as his wife and
little daughter came to greet him. "King Gos has been conquered by a boy
Prince from the far island of Pingaree, and I have this
day--unaided--destroyed Choggenmugger by the might of my strong arm."
This was, indeed, great news. They brought Nikobob into the house and
set him in an easy chair and made him tell everything he knew about the
Prince of Pingaree and the fat King of Gilgad, as well as the details of
his wonderful fight with mighty Choggenmugger.
"And now, my daughter," said the charcoal-burner, when all his news had
been related for at least the third time, "here is a pretty present I
have brought you from the city."
With this he drew the shoes from the pocket of his coat and handed them
to Zella, who gave him a dozen kisses in payment and was much pleased
with her gift. The little girl had never worn shoes before, for her
parents were too poor to buy her such luxuries, so now the possession of
these, which were not much worn, filled the child's heart with joy. She
admired the red leather and the graceful curl of the pointed toes. When
she tried them on her feet, they fitted as well as if made for her.
All the afternoon, as she helped her mother with the housework, Zella
thought of her pretty shoes. They seemed more important to her than the
coming to Regos of the conquering Prince of Pingaree, or even the death
of Choggenmugger.
When Zella and her mother were not working in the cabin, cooking or
sewing, they often searched the neighboring forest for honey which the
wild bees cleverly hid in hollow trees. The day after Nikobob's return,
as they were starting out after honey, Zella decided to put on her new
shoes, as they would keep the twigs that covered the ground from hurting
her feet. She was used to the twigs, of course, but what is the use of
having nice, comfortable shoes, if you do not wear them?
So she danced along, very happily, followed by her mother, and presently
they came to a tree in which was a deep hollow. Zella thrust her hand
and arm into the space and found that the tree was full of honey, so
she began to dig it out with a wooden paddle. Her mother, who held the
pail, suddenly cried in warning:
"Look out, Zella; the bees are coming!" and then the good woman ran fast
toward the house to escape.
Zella, however, had no more than time to turn her head when a thick
swarm of bees surrounded her, angry because they had caught her stealing
their honey and intent on stinging the girl as a punishment. She knew
her danger and expected to be badly injured by the multitude of stinging
bees, but to her surprise the little creatures were unable to fly close
enough to her to stick their dart-like stingers into her flesh. They