As he spoke the yacht ran into harbour, and with a loud warning cry the sailors flung out the first rope to a man on the pier, who stood gazing in open-mouthed wonder at their arrival. He seemed too stricken with amazement to move, for he failed to seize the rope, whereat, with an angry exclamation as the rope slipped back into the water, and the yacht bumped against the pier, a sailor sprang to land, and as it was thrown a second time, seized it and made it fast to the capstan. A few more moments and the yacht was safely alongside, the native islander remaining still motionless and staring. The captain of the Royal vessel stepped on shore and spoke to him. “Are there any men about here?” The individual thus addressed shook his head in the negative. “Are you alone to keep the pier?” The head nodded in the affirmative. A voice, emanating from a thickly bearded mouth was understood to growl forth something about ‘no strange boats being permitted to harbour there.’ Whereupon the Captain walked up to the uncouth-looking figure, and said briefly. “We are here by the King’s order! That vessel is the Royal yacht, and their Majesties are on board.” For one instant the islander stared more wildly than ever, then with a cry of amazement and evident alarm, ran away as fast as his legs could carry him and disappeared. The captain returned to the yacht and related his experience to Sir Roger de Launay. The King heard and was amused. “It seems, Madam,” he said, turning to the Queen, “That we shall have The Islands to ourselves; but as our visit will be but brief, we shall no doubt find enough to interest us in the mere contemplation of the scenery without other human company than our own. Will you come?” He extended his hand courteously to assist her across the gangway of the vessel, and in a few minutes the Royal party were landed, and the yacht was left to the stewards and servants, who soon had all hands at work preparing the dinner which was to be served during the return sail. CHAPTER XI “GLORIA--IN EXCELSIS!” The King and Queen, followed by their suite and their guests, walked leisurely off the pier, and down a well-made road, sparkling with crushed sea-shells and powdered coral, towards a group of tall trees and green grass which they perceived a little way ahead of them. There was a soothing quietness everywhere,--save for the singing of birds and the soft ripple of the waves on the sandy shore, it was a silent land: “In which it seemed always afternoon-- All round the coast the languid air did swoon-- Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.” The Queen paused once or twice to look around her; she was vaguely touched and charmed by the still beauty of the scene. “It is very lovely!” she said, more to herself than to any of her companions; “The world must have looked something like this in the first days of creation,--so unspoilt and fresh and simple!”