Children's stories, English; Magic -- Juvenile fiction; Short stories
He was less cross when it was explained to him that the apprentice was
really the Prince of the Fortunate Islands, and a much better match than
the Prince of the Diamond Mountains, and he was quite in a good temper
by the time the nurse threw herself in front of the throne and begged
the King to let the Magician off altogether--chiefly on the ground that
when he was a baby he was the dearest little duck that ever was, in the
prettiest plaid frock, with the loveliest fat legs.
The King, moved by these arguments, said:
'I'll spare him if he'll promise to be good.'
'You will, ducky, won't you?' said the nurse, crying.
'No,' said the Magician, 'I won't; and what's more, I can't.'
The Princess, who was now so happy that she wanted every one else to be
happy too, begged her lover to make Taykin good 'by magic.'
'Alas, my dearest Lady,' said the Prince, 'no one can be made good by
magic. I could take the badness out of him--there's an excellent recipe
in this note-book--but if I did that there'd be so very little left.'
'Every little helps,' said the nurse wildly.
Prince Fortunatus, who was James, who was the apprentice, studied the
book for a few moments, and then said a few words in a language no one
present had ever heard before.
And as he spoke the wicked Magician began to tremble and shrink.
'Oh, my boy--be good! Promise you'll be good,' cried the nurse, still
in tears.
The Magician seemed to be shrinking inside his clothes. He grew smaller
and smaller. The nurse caught him in her arms, and still he grew less
and less, till she seemed to be holding nothing but a bundle of clothes.
Then with a cry of love and triumph she tore the Magician's clothes away
and held up a chubby baby boy, with the very plaid frock and fat legs
she had so often and so lovingly described.
'I said there wouldn't be much of him when the badness was out,' said
the Prince Fortunatus.
'I will be good; oh, I will,' said the baby boy that had been the
Magician.
'I'll see to that,' said the nurse. And so the story ends with love and
a wedding, and showers of white roses.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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