The last dragon
unexpectedly. In fact, she was left on my doorstep.”
“Oh, just a tiny baby?” cried Janet Jane. “Was she in a basket?”
“No. She was too big for a basket. She was just sixteen when she was
left here, and she’s been just sixteen ever since.”
“How could that be?” asked Johnathan.
“Enchanted princesses never grow any older until the enchantment is
broken. Then they pick up the years from just where they left off, and
go right on, the same as other folks.”
“Oh, that ought to be fun,” thrilled Janet Jane. “Suppose we could get
enchanted on Christmas day and stay right there as long as we wanted to
stay?”
“Stop supposing and interrupting, and let the dragon go on with his
story,” ordered Grandma. “Every moment is precious.”
The dragon sighed and continued. “It was a very stormy night, and very
cold. The wind was shrieking through the cave, and the river was up
very high. I thought any moment it would leap its banks and flow into
my apartment. I was lying down, thinking about the future, as usual,
when I heard something above the noises of the storm. It sounded to
me like the flapping of great wings, and I thought maybe it was the
big black crow who lives on the battlements of Count Ganneymeade’s
castle, come to pay me a visit, but when I called his name there was no
answer, and the noise had stopped. I thought that was strange, so I
wandered out to the entrance of my cave, and there I found the Princess
Silver Toes, lying on the doorstep, in a red dress all encrusted with
moonstones. She was dripping wet and her white face was covered with
her golden hair. I lifted her up and carried her into my apartment and
put her on a couch. Her red slippers were dripping wet, also, so I took
them off and it was then I discovered that she had silver toes.”
“Really, really silver?” asked Janet Jane.
“Oh, yes indeed, really silver. Then I knew who she was. She was the
daughter of a rich old king named Egbert, who had a river of liquid
silver running through his courtyard.”
“If it was running through his courtyard it must have been quick
silver, wasn’t it?” asked Johnathan, receiving a scowl from Grams.
“Perhaps,” replied the dragon. “I only know it was a river of real
silver, filled with silver fish, silver frogs, silver pollywogs and
silver turtles. In fact, anything that dipped into that river became
silver at once, so King Egbert had warned his daughter not to go near
it. But one summer afternoon, a very, very hot summer afternoon, the
princess longed to go wading in the river--it looked oh, very cool--all
silver you know--and so when no one was watching, she sat down on the
bank and took off her slippers and unloosened her long hair. Gaily she
dipped and dabbled her little pink toes in the silver stream. Oh, how
good the soft silver felt, running between her toes, and the princess
was cooled instantly, but when she tried to wriggle her feet, she found
she couldn’t. Drawing them out in alarm, she saw that her toes had been
changed to silver.
“She was very much frightened then, for she had disobeyed her father who
was so strict and stern, and she knew she would be severely punished.
Quickly she put on her red slippers, attempting to hide the silver
toes, and she bound up her long hair under her cap. However, she found
that silver toes made her limp painfully, and this was very unfortunate
for she used to almost fly across the marble floors of the castle. And
that night there was a ball given in her honor, and when she tried to
dance with a young prince, she could only hop like a frog, and of
course every one noticed, and the old king was very angry.
“When he discovered how she had disobeyed him, he put her in a tall
silver tower and hid her away from the world. It was not his intention
to keep her there very long, he loved her too much for that, but a day
or two after he had imprisoned her, he was thrown from his horse in the
hunt, and was instantly killed. Then his castle was destroyed by his
enemies and his household was scattered and Silver Toes was forgotten
in her tall tower of silver. A green cockatoo used to bring her food
from the forest--pomegranates, purple figs, and wild yellow honey in
little baskets of leaves.
“So she lived in sorrow for a year and three days, and then an evil
witch came by the tower and heard Silver Toes weeping. This old witch
was an enchantress and just looking for something to enchant, just as
some people are always looking for a quarrel, and so she turned herself
into a fat, black bumblebee and flew up to the top of the silver tower
and through the narrow window. She alighted on Silver Toes’ hand and
stung her between the thumb and first finger, and enchanted her, first
changing her into a thistledown seed so that she could carry her to the
ground.
“When the old witch got back to her home on the other side of the green
cockatoo’s forest, she changed Silver Toes into a princess again, and
cast the spell of sleep upon her, standing her up in a corner. Then she
opened an iron chest, all wrapped in cobwebs, and dressed the sleeping
Silver Toes in a red robe encrusted with magic moonstones. And then she
would put a green robe upon her encrusted with pink carnelians, and
then a yellow robe encrusted with cat’s eye emeralds, and a robe of
lilac encrusted with acquamarines.”
“What a quaint but charming idea,” said old-fashioned Janet Jane.
“Yes, it was,” agreed the dragon,--“and so she kept her as a beautiful
plaything, just as you, Janet Jane, would keep your favorite doll,
dressing her in wonderful clothes that the old witch had stolen from
gipsies and pirates and silk merchants from the magic cities of the
far, far East. You see, the old crone, being so ugly, wanted to
surround herself with beautiful things, which was one of her good
traits.”
“She strikes me as being very pathetic,” said Grandma.
“She was in a way,” said the dragon, “chiefly because she was so very,
very lonesome. But to go on--bye and bye the old witch grew tired of
having the princess there, merely to look at--she thought she would
like to hear this beautiful girl sing, so she took away the spell
of dumbness but not the spell of sleep, so that Silver Toes could
sing beautiful ballads of the long, long ago, but would still be
unconscious.”
“That’s like talking in your sleep, isn’t it?” asked Johnathan.
“Quite so,” replied the dragon, “quite so. Ballad after ballad the
princess would sing to the witch as the old crone stooped over her
steaming cauldrons, mixing her magic brews, and the old witch could
turn her on and off, just like a mechanical toy.”
“More like a radio,” said Peter, but Grandma hushed him and motioned
the dragon to go on. The dragon hurried along: “One day, the witch
decided to take the princess out for an airing. She saw that the girl
was becoming as pale as wax from standing all the time in a corner of
the dark kitchen, breathing the fumes of the witch’s cauldron, so out
they went, the old crone having first taken away the spell from Silver
Toes’ legs so that she could walk.
“Into the thick, black forest they went, and it was so dark there that
the brewing storm was not noticeable. They had not gone far before the
storm broke. My, that was a corker! I’ll never forget it. It rained so
hard that I thought it would put out the fire in the volcano, and the
thunder and the lightning seemed to rip away the sky. Well, the old
witch became confused and half-blinded by the rain, and so the princess
saw her chance to escape and started to run.”
“Hurray!” shouted Peter, but Grandma put a firm hand over his mouth.
The dragon continued: “So the old witch became more confused than ever
and began all sorts of strange sentences with all sorts of strange
words: Mumblegum, Bubblebug, Itchibib, Snatcharib, Prancapup,--these
words all being very good charm words, but none of them would work
because of the wet weather, and the witch became frantic because she
felt so helpless. The more frantic she became, the faster she tried to
run and this made it all the more difficult for she ran six steps and
slipped back seven which wasn’t getting very far, to be sure. At last,
when the princess had disappeared completely from sight, the witch did
control herself, and fastening bat wings to her heels, she flew after
Silver Toes.”
“Oh, heavens!” cried Janet Jane, her eyes very round, “I hope she
didn’t catch the princess again.”
“She _almost_ did! It was the storm that saved Silver Toes, for just
as the witch was about to catch up with her, a great fork of lightning
struck a juniper tree and down it fell on the old crone’s head and
crushed her to death. It was at that moment that I heard Silver Toes
scream, and she dropped at the door of my cave.”
“Was she still enchanted?” asked Johnathan.
“Oh, yes. As soon as she opened her eyes she began to sing again, and
she sang her whole history straight through from the time she had
dipped her toes into the silver river, right up to the moment she fell
down on my doorstep. And she sang it all in rhyme too.”
“My!” breathed Janet Jane, “she must have been very talented.”
“Oh, she was for a fact,” the dragon sighed deeply, “and how I grew to
love that child in the beautiful red robe with the magic moonstones.
I was very lonely, you see--my beautiful mother had just been killed,
and--and”--here tears gathered in the dragon’s eyes--“and--and I had
hoped to keep Silver Toes as a companion for my old age--but--but now
she’s been stolen away from me--stolen--stolen--stolen away--and it’s
all my fault for leaving her alone and running off into the future--”
He jumped up and began to pace again--“Oh, my scaley tail, I must
find her! I must! I must!” He really carried on most hysterically and
childishly, slashing his tail about, wringing his paws, and ruffling
his scales, until Grandma and the children had to get out of his way,
and the uncontrolled fire leaped from his mouth.
Then Crubby returned, wearing a little coat of chain-mail, and it
didn’t take more than one word from the tiny mite to make the dragon
quiet down. The big beast seemed to collapse like a telescope and
become smaller and extremely meek. “Yes, Crubby,” he said humbly, “what
have you decided to do?”
“The first thing is to go to Allan the armorer and get your friends
fitted. They can’t go into battle with a dragon, dressed only in their
night gowns.”
“_Real_ armor?” chirped Peter, “real, real armor?”
“Yes, yes,” snapped Crubby, “but hustle around now,--quick!” And he
clapped his hands smartly together, and the children and the dogs
hustled furiously, not really knowing why.
“Get on my back,” spoke the dragon, “and let’s be off to Allan the
armorer.”
Grandma decided not to take her famous rocking chair along. It would
only be in the way and might get lost, so grasping her mysterious
knitting bag, she was the first to mount the dragon, the children and
the dogs following her immediately. Crubby took his place behind the
dragon’s ear, so that he could shout directions, Peter thought, and out
of the cave they dashed, so quickly that it took everybody’s breath
away.
CHAPTER X
ALLAN THE ARMORER
Allan the armorer was a wise little hunchback who had his shop on the
king’s great highway. He wore a big ruby in the very tip of his long
hooked nose, and he thought it looked very beautiful there. Maybe it
did, who knows? “People wear stones in their ears, why not in their
noses?” Johnathan argued to himself when he saw it.
Allan was very busy just at this time, for there was a war going
on, the siege of the castle that the children had glimpsed from the
dragon’s back, and Crubby had to do much pleading with him before he
would stop work to measure the little Baxters and Grandma for suits of