Circus -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy fiction; Mermaids -- Juvenile fiction; War -- Juvenile fiction
“The others don’t think so,” he said, a little hurt. “They began by
saying I was only an irregular Sea Urchin, because I’ve got this jolly
tail”—he gave it a merry wag—“and they called me Spatangus, and names
like that. But they’ve made me their General now—General Echinus. I’m a
regular now, and no mistake, and what I was going to say is the enemy
is going to attack the North Tower in force in half an hour.”
“You good boy,” said the Princess. I do believe if it hadn’t been for
his Sea Urchin’s uniform she would have kissed him. “You’re splendid.
You’re a hero. If you could do it safely—there’s heaps of seaweed—could
you find out if there’s any danger from the Book People? You know—the
ones in the cave. It’s always been our fear that they might attack,
_too_: and if they did—well, I’d rather be the slave of a Shark than
of Mrs. Fairchild.” She gathered an armful of seaweed from the nearest
tree, and Reuben wrapped himself in it and drifted off—looking less
like a live Boy Scout than you could believe possible.
The defenders of Merland, now acting on Reuben’s information, began to
mass themselves near the North Wall.
“Now is our time,” said the Princess. “We must go along the tunnel, and
when we hear the sound of their heavy feet shaking the flow of ocean
we must make sallies, and fix our shell shields in their feet. Major,
rally your men.”
A tall Merchild in the Crustacean uniform blew a clear note, and the
soldiers of the Crustacean Brigade, who having nothing particular to do
had been helping anyone and everyone as best they could, which is the
way in Merland, though not in Europe, gathered about their officers.
When they were all drawn up before her, the Princess addressed her
troops.
“My men,” she said, “we have been suddenly plunged into war. But it
has not found us unprepared. I am proud to think that my regiments are
ready to the last pearl button. And I know that every man among you
will be as proud as I am that our post is, as tradition tells us it has
always been, the post of danger. We shall go out into the depths of
the sea to fight the enemies of our dear country, and to lay down our
lives, if need be, for that country’s sake.”
The soldiers answered by cheers, and the Princess led the way to one of
those little buildings, like Temples of Flora in old pictures, which
the children had noticed in the gardens. At the order given a sergeant
raised a great stone by a golden ring embedded in it and disclosed a
dark passage leading underground.
A splendid captain of Cockles, six feet high if he was an inch, with a
sergeant and six men, led the way. Three Oyster officers followed, then
a company of Oysters, the advance guard. At the head of the main body
following were the Princess and her Staff. As they went the Princess
explained why the tunnel was so long and sloped so steeply.
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