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Chapter twenty seven. Excitement over Fufkujaw, I carry him to
the court of King galidas his instant affection for the
Princess Sneebul. I am accused of exercising the black art.
My defense and my reward anxiety of the cultiquerks. Lest
Fufkuja perish of hunger. This calamity averted another stares us
(00:22):
in the face. How to keep him from freezing to death?
I solve the problem, but draw upon me a strange misfortune.
It all turned out just as I had thought it would.
The moment it became known that the little man with
a frozen smile had actually come to life, the wildest
excitement prevailed in every part of the icy domain of
(00:44):
his frigid majesty. I was astounded at the change in
the actions of the cultiquerps. They moved more quickly, they
talked faster, They made more gestures than I had ever
seen them do before. In some cases you will hardly
believe it, dear friends, I actually noticed a faint glow
in the cold cheeks of a few of them. I
(01:04):
had hoped to be able to bundle Foofkuja up warmly
and make my escape to the ice palace before the
people learned of his coming to life, but in vain.
When I made my appearance at the door, there was
a large crowd of cultiqwerps pushing and pulling in front
of my quarters. Most of them were good natured and
cried out, Show him to us, little Baron, show us
the little man with the frozen smile, whom thou hast
(01:26):
brought to life. Let us look upon his face. Nay nay, cultiqwerps,
I exclaimed, it must not be his frigid majesty, must
be the first to look upon Fufkuja's face. Room room
for the noble guests of Royal Goalitis, and the name
of his frigid majesty. Give way and let me pass.
The cultiquerps showed no inclination to obey to such a
(01:49):
pitch of excitement. Had they worked themselves up that only
upon seeing Bulger advance upon them with flashing eye and
teeth laid bare, did they reach the conclusion that my
brave companion was in no mood be trifled with. Thwarted
in their wild desire to get a peep at Fufkuja.
The Colti Corps now began to rail at me as
I passed them by on my way to the ice palace.
Ho Ho, master Magician, Ha ha, Prince of the Black Art,
(02:13):
Boo boo, little wizard, have a care wildly, Necromancer, See
to it that thou dost not practice any of thy
tricks of enchantment upon us. I was glad when the
axe bearer saw my plight and hurried forward to extricate
me from the crowd of angry people. King Galdas met
me at the portal of his ice palace, and at
his heels came Princessnebel, who could hardly wait for her
(02:36):
turn to take a look at the curious living creature,
which I unwrapped just enough to let her see its nose.
The instant Foofkuja set eyes upon the sweet face of
the Kurtu Whipian princess. He stretched out his little arm
as a child might to its mother. This sudden show
of affection caused Sneebel the litheless pleasure, and quickly drawing
off one of her gloves, she reached out and stroked
(02:57):
the animal's head, But at the touch of those to
him icy little fingers, he uttered a low wail. And
drew back underneath the warm pelt in which he was
snugly wrapped. Poor Snebul. She gave a sigh as she
saw him do this, but it didn't prevent her from
coming every minute or so and lifting one under the
pelt just enough to take another look at Fufkuja, who,
(03:18):
while he never failed to cut up closer to me
at sight of the princess, yet invariably thrust out one
of his black paws from under the pelt for Snebel
to shake. While seated on the dieve and nearest the throne,
I observed that Frosty Fizz and Glacier Boy were holding
a whispered conference with his frigid Majesty. All at once
I guessed the subject of their conversation. Rising to my feet,
(03:40):
I made a sign that I wished to address the King,
and when he had dotted his head with stern and
icy dignity, I began to speak. You know, dear friends,
how eloquent I can be when the mood is upon me.
Well Standing there almost upon the steps of King Lydiz's
throat of ice, I proceeded to defend myself against the
charge of being a master with a bl art. I
(04:01):
will not tell you all I said, but this was
my ending. May it please your frigid majesty. Here beside
me stands the only magician in the case, and the
only art. The only trick or charm which was exercised
by him was that sweet power we call love. When
first he set eyes upon his four footed brother locked
in the crystal cell of Schnebul's grotto, he pressed his
(04:24):
nose again and again against its icy wall in vain
attempt to know his kinsman, and turned away with a
cry of sorrow to find that his keen scent could
not penetrate to him. I cannot tell you how great
was his joy when I laid Fufkuja stiff and stark
upon my divan, for I knew not then the scheme
ripening in Bulger's mind. But later all was plain enough.
(04:47):
The loving dog leaves his master's breast and carries his
true and tender heart over to where Fufkuja lies, raises
the pelt, crawls in beside him, and presses his warm breast,
firm and hard against his brother's ice locked heart, and
warms him into life again. Then wakes me and tells
me what he hath done, this royal Galidas and most
(05:08):
noble cultiquerfs is the only art that hath been used
to bring fufkoujab back to life again. And to call
it black is to splander the sunshine rail at the
lily and call the sweet breath of heaven a vile
and detestable thing. When I had ended my speech, I
saw that schnebel had been weeping, and that several of
her tears stopped in their course down her cheeks, hung,
(05:30):
their sparkling like tiny diamonds in the soft light of
the alabaster lamps, where the chill air of Galindus's palace
had turned them into ice. And therefore, when his frigid
majesty said that my words had touched his heart and
bade me ask for a gift from his hand, I said, O,
cold King of this fair, icy domain, let those tears
(05:50):
that now hang like tiny jewels on Schnebeul's cheeks be
brushed into an alabaster box and given to me. I
covet no other Garridon, even if I did not love
the little baron, cried King Glydis with an icy smile.
I would be persuaded. But loving makes easy believing. Go frosty, fizz,
and bid one of the Princess's women brush those tiny
(06:10):
jewels that hang on Snebol's cheek into an alabaster cup
and bestow them upon the little baron. Scarcely had this
been done, when Fufkuja thrust his head out from under
the pelt, and, fixing his eyes pleadingly upon me, thrust
out his tongue and opened and shut his mouth with
a faint smacking noise. Quick as a flash, it dawned
upon me that those signs meant that Foofguja was hungry.
(06:32):
And then, as I suddenly remembered that the coltigroups were
strictly a meat eating people, that only meat was to
be had in their ChIL domine quarried, almost like marble
itself from nature's great refrigerators. A gasp escaped my lips,
and I whispered, Oh, he must die, he must die.
My words had not missed the keen ears of Princess
(06:53):
Niebel speak, little Baron. She cried, why why must little
Foufkuja die? What dost mean by such a saying? And
when King Galdas and Schnebel had heard me voice my
fear that he would die rather than feed on meat.
They both became very heavy hearted. Poor little foof Gujja,
moaned the princess. Can it be possible that he must
(07:15):
be carried back so soon to his cristal? Sellid my grotto,
bid the master of my meat quarries approach the throne,
cried King Galidas. Suddenly, in a voice of icy dignity,
this important functionary soon made his appearance. Turning to me,
the King bade me explain the case to him. This
I did in a few words, when, to the great
(07:36):
joy of all present, the master of the meat quarry spoke,
as follows, little Baron, if that's the only trouble, give
thyself no further uneasiness, for I shall at once send
one of my men to thee with a supply of
most delicious nuts. Delicious nuts, I repeated, in a tone
of amazement. Why, yes, little Baron, I have a goodly
(07:58):
supply on hand. Know then, that hardly a day goes
by that by men don't come upon some fine specimen
of the family of naurs, most generally squirrels, in whose
cheek pouches we in veriably be find from one to
half a dozen dainty nuts owed away. It has always
been my custom to lay these aside, and so I
have to inform THEE that if Fufkujah should live to
(08:21):
be a hundred years old, I or my successor could
guarantee to keep him supplied with food. These words lifted
a terrible load off my heart. For now, at least
Fufkujob would not die of starvation. For a few days
everything went well. The Colti corps became quite satisfied in
their own minds that I had not been practicing the
(08:41):
black art in the chilly kingdom of his frigid Majesty,
and each and every one of them became greatly attached
to the curious little creature with a droll little face
and droller manner. But it seemed as if we were
no sooner out of one trouble than we were plumped
into another. For now Fufkujab began to object to the
attendant selected to look after him by King Galitis. The
man was about ten degrees too cold blooded for him,
(09:04):
and ere long it was only necessary for the CULTIQRP
to approach fuff as we called him for short, in
order to throw him into convulsions of shivering, and to
cause him to utter pitiable cries of discontent, which only
ceased upon my appearing and comforting him by my caresses.
I now set to work to devise some way to
make Buff's life more agreeable to him, for everybody seemed
(09:25):
to hold me responsible for his well being. Ten times
a day came messengers from King Galitis or from Princess Nebel,
to ask how he was getting on, and whether we
were giving him warm enough, whether he had all he
wanted to eat, whether he had pelts enough on his bed.
Nor was it an unusual thing to have a score
or more cultiqrp than Mother's call at my quarters during
a single day, with advice enough to last a month.
(09:47):
And therefore was it that, with a view to providing
him with a warmer room to sleep in, I ordered
a divan fitted up for him in a smaller chamber
opening into mine, upon the walls of which I directed
half a dozen of the largest lamps to be hung.
The consequence was that the walls began to melt, hearing
of which consternation spread throughout the icy domain of his
(10:07):
frigid majesty. For to the mind of a coltyquerpin heat
powerful enough to melt ice was something terrible. It was
like the dread of earthquake shocked to us, or the
fear of flood or flame. It was something that filled
their hearts with such terror that in their dreams they
saw the solid walls of the ice Palace melt asunder
and fall with a crash. They could not bear it,
(10:28):
and so King Galdus put forth a decree that if
there were no other way to keep foof Guja alive,
then must he die. Hearing this a novel, grief came
upon poor Snebel's heart, for she had learned to love
little Fuff very dearly, and had set a knife in
her breast to think of losing him. Never. Never, she cried,
shall I be able to set foot within my grotto
(10:50):
if fuf Guja is put back into his crystal prison again,
with his frozen smile on his face as once used
to be. And seeking out her royal father, she threw
herself at his knees and spoke, as follows, oh heart
of Ice, O frigid majesty, let not thy child die
of grief. There is an easy way out of all
our troubles with dear little fuff Guja speak, beloved, Schneebul,
(11:14):
answered King Glyddis. Let me hear what it is. Why,
cold heart, said the princess. The little Baron has plenty
of warmth stored away in his body. He hath enough
for both himself and foof Guja into the bargain. Therefore,
frigid Father, command that a deep warm hood be made
to the little Baron's coat, and that Foofkujab be placed
therein and be borne about by the little Baron wherever
(11:36):
he goeth. He will soon grow accustomed to the slender burden,
and note it no more. It shall be as thou wishest,
replied the King of the Coltiquerps, and calling his trusty
councilor Clesia boy, he directed him to summon me at
once to the throne room. When I heard this terrible
order issue from the icy lips of King Glyddis, my
heart sank within me. And yet I dared not disobey,
(11:58):
I dared not murmur, For I it was who had
cleft asunder the crystal prison of the little man with
a frozen smile, I who had made it possible for
Bolger to warm him back to life again. Oh, poor vain, weak,
foolish boy that I had been. What was to become
of me now? End of Chapter twenty seven.
Chapter twenty seven. Excitement over Fufkujaw, I carry him to
the court of King galidas his instant affection for the
Princess Sneebul. I am accused of exercising the black art.
My defense and my reward anxiety of the cultiquerks. Lest
Fufkuja perish of hunger. This calamity averted another stares us
(00:22):
in the face. How to keep him from freezing to death?
I solve the problem, but draw upon me a strange misfortune.
It all turned out just as I had thought it would.
The moment it became known that the little man with
a frozen smile had actually come to life, the wildest
excitement prevailed in every part of the icy domain of
(00:44):
his frigid majesty. I was astounded at the change in
the actions of the cultiquerps. They moved more quickly, they
talked faster, They made more gestures than I had ever
seen them do before. In some cases you will hardly
believe it, dear friends, I actually noticed a faint glow
in the cold cheeks of a few of them. I
(01:04):
had hoped to be able to bundle Foofkuja up warmly
and make my escape to the ice palace before the
people learned of his coming to life, but in vain.
When I made my appearance at the door, there was
a large crowd of cultiqwerps pushing and pulling in front
of my quarters. Most of them were good natured and
cried out, Show him to us, little Baron, show us
the little man with the frozen smile, whom thou hast
(01:26):
brought to life. Let us look upon his face. Nay nay, cultiqwerps,
I exclaimed, it must not be his frigid majesty, must
be the first to look upon Fufkuja's face. Room room
for the noble guests of Royal Goalitis, and the name
of his frigid majesty. Give way and let me pass.
The cultiquerps showed no inclination to obey to such a
(01:49):
pitch of excitement. Had they worked themselves up that only
upon seeing Bulger advance upon them with flashing eye and
teeth laid bare, did they reach the conclusion that my
brave companion was in no mood be trifled with. Thwarted
in their wild desire to get a peep at Fufkuja.
The Colti Corps now began to rail at me as
I passed them by on my way to the ice palace.
Ho Ho, master Magician, Ha ha, Prince of the Black Art,
(02:13):
Boo boo, little wizard, have a care wildly, Necromancer, See
to it that thou dost not practice any of thy
tricks of enchantment upon us. I was glad when the
axe bearer saw my plight and hurried forward to extricate
me from the crowd of angry people. King Galdas met
me at the portal of his ice palace, and at
his heels came Princessnebel, who could hardly wait for her
(02:36):
turn to take a look at the curious living creature,
which I unwrapped just enough to let her see its nose.
The instant Foofkuja set eyes upon the sweet face of
the Kurtu Whipian princess. He stretched out his little arm
as a child might to its mother. This sudden show
of affection caused Sneebel the litheless pleasure, and quickly drawing
off one of her gloves, she reached out and stroked
(02:57):
the animal's head, But at the touch of those to
him icy little fingers, he uttered a low wail. And
drew back underneath the warm pelt in which he was
snugly wrapped. Poor Snebul. She gave a sigh as she
saw him do this, but it didn't prevent her from
coming every minute or so and lifting one under the
pelt just enough to take another look at Fufkuja, who,
(03:18):
while he never failed to cut up closer to me
at sight of the princess, yet invariably thrust out one
of his black paws from under the pelt for Snebel
to shake. While seated on the dieve and nearest the throne,
I observed that Frosty Fizz and Glacier Boy were holding
a whispered conference with his frigid Majesty. All at once
I guessed the subject of their conversation. Rising to my feet,
(03:40):
I made a sign that I wished to address the King,
and when he had dotted his head with stern and
icy dignity, I began to speak. You know, dear friends,
how eloquent I can be when the mood is upon me.
Well Standing there almost upon the steps of King Lydiz's
throat of ice, I proceeded to defend myself against the
charge of being a master with a bl art. I
(04:01):
will not tell you all I said, but this was
my ending. May it please your frigid majesty. Here beside
me stands the only magician in the case, and the
only art. The only trick or charm which was exercised
by him was that sweet power we call love. When
first he set eyes upon his four footed brother locked
in the crystal cell of Schnebul's grotto, he pressed his
(04:24):
nose again and again against its icy wall in vain
attempt to know his kinsman, and turned away with a
cry of sorrow to find that his keen scent could
not penetrate to him. I cannot tell you how great
was his joy when I laid Fufkuja stiff and stark
upon my divan, for I knew not then the scheme
ripening in Bulger's mind. But later all was plain enough.
(04:47):
The loving dog leaves his master's breast and carries his
true and tender heart over to where Fufkuja lies, raises
the pelt, crawls in beside him, and presses his warm breast,
firm and hard against his brother's ice locked heart, and
warms him into life again. Then wakes me and tells
me what he hath done, this royal Galidas and most
(05:08):
noble cultiquerfs is the only art that hath been used
to bring fufkoujab back to life again. And to call
it black is to splander the sunshine rail at the
lily and call the sweet breath of heaven a vile
and detestable thing. When I had ended my speech, I
saw that schnebel had been weeping, and that several of
her tears stopped in their course down her cheeks, hung,
(05:30):
their sparkling like tiny diamonds in the soft light of
the alabaster lamps, where the chill air of Galindus's palace
had turned them into ice. And therefore, when his frigid
majesty said that my words had touched his heart and
bade me ask for a gift from his hand, I said, O,
cold King of this fair, icy domain, let those tears
(05:50):
that now hang like tiny jewels on Schnebeul's cheeks be
brushed into an alabaster box and given to me. I
covet no other Garridon, even if I did not love
the little baron, cried King Glydis with an icy smile.
I would be persuaded. But loving makes easy believing. Go frosty, fizz,
and bid one of the Princess's women brush those tiny
(06:10):
jewels that hang on Snebol's cheek into an alabaster cup
and bestow them upon the little baron. Scarcely had this
been done, when Fufkuja thrust his head out from under
the pelt, and, fixing his eyes pleadingly upon me, thrust
out his tongue and opened and shut his mouth with
a faint smacking noise. Quick as a flash, it dawned
upon me that those signs meant that Foofguja was hungry.
(06:32):
And then, as I suddenly remembered that the coltigroups were
strictly a meat eating people, that only meat was to
be had in their ChIL domine quarried, almost like marble
itself from nature's great refrigerators. A gasp escaped my lips,
and I whispered, Oh, he must die, he must die.
My words had not missed the keen ears of Princess
(06:53):
Niebel speak, little Baron. She cried, why why must little
Foufkuja die? What dost mean by such a saying? And
when King Galdas and Schnebel had heard me voice my
fear that he would die rather than feed on meat.
They both became very heavy hearted. Poor little foof Gujja,
moaned the princess. Can it be possible that he must
(07:15):
be carried back so soon to his cristal? Sellid my grotto,
bid the master of my meat quarries approach the throne,
cried King Galidas. Suddenly, in a voice of icy dignity,
this important functionary soon made his appearance. Turning to me,
the King bade me explain the case to him. This
I did in a few words, when, to the great
(07:36):
joy of all present, the master of the meat quarry spoke,
as follows, little Baron, if that's the only trouble, give
thyself no further uneasiness, for I shall at once send
one of my men to thee with a supply of
most delicious nuts. Delicious nuts, I repeated, in a tone
of amazement. Why, yes, little Baron, I have a goodly
(07:58):
supply on hand. Know then, that hardly a day goes
by that by men don't come upon some fine specimen
of the family of naurs, most generally squirrels, in whose
cheek pouches we in veriably be find from one to
half a dozen dainty nuts owed away. It has always
been my custom to lay these aside, and so I
have to inform THEE that if Fufkujah should live to
(08:21):
be a hundred years old, I or my successor could
guarantee to keep him supplied with food. These words lifted
a terrible load off my heart. For now, at least
Fufkujob would not die of starvation. For a few days
everything went well. The Colti corps became quite satisfied in
their own minds that I had not been practicing the
(08:41):
black art in the chilly kingdom of his frigid Majesty,
and each and every one of them became greatly attached
to the curious little creature with a droll little face
and droller manner. But it seemed as if we were
no sooner out of one trouble than we were plumped
into another. For now Fufkujab began to object to the
attendant selected to look after him by King Galitis. The
man was about ten degrees too cold blooded for him,
(09:04):
and ere long it was only necessary for the CULTIQRP
to approach fuff as we called him for short, in
order to throw him into convulsions of shivering, and to
cause him to utter pitiable cries of discontent, which only
ceased upon my appearing and comforting him by my caresses.
I now set to work to devise some way to
make Buff's life more agreeable to him, for everybody seemed
(09:25):
to hold me responsible for his well being. Ten times
a day came messengers from King Galitis or from Princess Nebel,
to ask how he was getting on, and whether we
were giving him warm enough, whether he had all he
wanted to eat, whether he had pelts enough on his bed.
Nor was it an unusual thing to have a score
or more cultiqrp than Mother's call at my quarters during
a single day, with advice enough to last a month.
(09:47):
And therefore was it that, with a view to providing
him with a warmer room to sleep in, I ordered
a divan fitted up for him in a smaller chamber
opening into mine, upon the walls of which I directed
half a dozen of the largest lamps to be hung.
The consequence was that the walls began to melt, hearing
of which consternation spread throughout the icy domain of his
(10:07):
frigid majesty. For to the mind of a coltyquerpin heat
powerful enough to melt ice was something terrible. It was
like the dread of earthquake shocked to us, or the
fear of flood or flame. It was something that filled
their hearts with such terror that in their dreams they
saw the solid walls of the ice Palace melt asunder
and fall with a crash. They could not bear it,
(10:28):
and so King Galdus put forth a decree that if
there were no other way to keep foof Guja alive,
then must he die. Hearing this a novel, grief came
upon poor Snebel's heart, for she had learned to love
little Fuff very dearly, and had set a knife in
her breast to think of losing him. Never. Never, she cried,
shall I be able to set foot within my grotto
(10:50):
if fuf Guja is put back into his crystal prison again,
with his frozen smile on his face as once used
to be. And seeking out her royal father, she threw
herself at his knees and spoke, as follows, oh heart
of Ice, O frigid majesty, let not thy child die
of grief. There is an easy way out of all
our troubles with dear little fuff Guja speak, beloved, Schneebul,
(11:14):
answered King Glyddis. Let me hear what it is. Why,
cold heart, said the princess. The little Baron has plenty
of warmth stored away in his body. He hath enough
for both himself and foof Guja into the bargain. Therefore,
frigid Father, command that a deep warm hood be made
to the little Baron's coat, and that Foofkujab be placed
therein and be borne about by the little Baron wherever
(11:36):
he goeth. He will soon grow accustomed to the slender burden,
and note it no more. It shall be as thou wishest,
replied the King of the Coltiquerps, and calling his trusty
councilor Clesia boy, he directed him to summon me at
once to the throne room. When I heard this terrible
order issue from the icy lips of King Glyddis, my
heart sank within me. And yet I dared not disobey,
(11:58):
I dared not murmur, For I it was who had
cleft asunder the crystal prison of the little man with
a frozen smile, I who had made it possible for
Bolger to warm him back to life again. Oh, poor vain, weak,
foolish boy that I had been. What was to become
of me now? End of Chapter twenty seven.
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