I lost the rest of the sentence, for my mind had recurred, with a great shock of surprise, to Lady Muriel Orme, who had so lately uttered these very words of Sylvie’s—yes, and in Sylvie’s own voice, and with Sylvie’s gentle pleading eyes!
‘Follow me!’ were the next words I heard, as the old man waved his hand, with a dignified grace that ill suited his ragged dress, over a bush, that stood by the road side, which began instantly to sink into the earth. At another time I might have doubted the evidence of my eyes, or at least have felt some astonishment: but, in this strange scene, my whole being seemed absorbed in strong curiosity as to what would happen next.
When the bush had sunk quite out of our sight, marble steps were seen, leading downwards into darkness. The old man led the way, and we eagerly followed.
The staircase was so dark, at first, that I could only just see the forms of the children, as, hand-in-hand, they groped their way down after their guide: but it got lighter every moment, with a strange silvery brightness, that seemed to exist in the air, as there were no lamps visible; and, when at last we reached a level floor, the room, in which we found ourselves, was almost as light as day.
It was eight-sided, having in each angle a slender pillar, round which silken draperies were twined. The wall between the pillars was entirely covered, to the height of six or seven feet, with creepers, from which hung quantities of ripe fruit and of brilliant flowers, that almost hid the leaves. In another place, perchance, I might have wondered to see fruit and flowers growing together: here, my chief wonder was that neither fruit nor flowers were such as I had ever seen before. Higher up, each wall contained a circular window of coloured glass; and over all was an arched roof, that seemed to be spangled all over with jewels.
With hardly less wonder, I turned this way and that, trying to make out how in the world we had come in: for there was no door: and all the walls were thickly covered with the lovely creepers.
‘We are safe here, my darlings!’ said the old man, laying a hand on Sylvie’s shoulder, and bending down to kiss her. Sylvie drew back hastily, with an offended air: but in another moment, with a glad cry of ‘Why, it’s Father!’ she had run into his arms.
‘Father! Father!’ Bruno repeated: and, while the happy children were being hugged and kissed, I could but rub my eyes and say ‘Where, then, are the rags gone to?’; for the old man was now dressed in royal robes that glittered with jewels and gold embroidery, and wore a circlet of gold around his head.
A beggar’s palace
Chapter 6
The Magic Locket
‘Where are we, father?’ Sylvie whispered, with her arms twined closely around the old man’s neck, and with her rosy cheek lovingly pressed to his.
‘In Elfland, darling. It’s one of the provinces of Fairyland.’
‘But I thought Elfland was ever so far from Outland: and we’ve come such a tiny little way!’
‘You came by the Royal Road, sweet one. Only those of royal blood can travel along it: but you’ve been royal ever since I was made King of Elfland—that’s nearly a month ago. They sent two ambassadors, to make sure that their invitation to me, to be their new King, should reach me. One was a Prince; so he was able to come by the Royal Road, and to come invisibly to all but me: the other was a Baron; so he had to come by the common road, and I dare say he hasn’t even arrived yet.’
‘Then how far have we come?’ Sylvie enquired.
‘Just a thousand miles, sweet one, since the Gardener unlocked that door for you.’
‘A thousand miles!’ Bruno repeated. ‘And may I eat one?’
‘Eat a mile, little rogue?’
‘No,’ said Bruno. ‘I mean may I eat one of that fruits?’
‘Yes, child,’ said his father: ‘and then you’ll find out what Pleasure is like—the Pleasure we all seek so madly, and enjoy so mournfully!’
Bruno ran eagerly to the wall, and picked a fruit that was shaped something like a banana, but had the colour of a strawberry.
He ate it with beaming looks, that became gradually more gloomy, and were very blank indeed by the time he had finished.
‘It hasn’t got no taste at all!’ he complained. ‘I couldn’t feel nuffin in my mouf! It’s a—what’s that hard word, Sylvie?’
‘It was a Phlizz,’ Sylvie gravely replied. ‘Are they all like that, father?’
‘They’re all like that to you, darling, because you don’t belong to Elfland—yet. But to me they are real.’
Bruno looked puzzled. ‘I’ll try anuvver kind of fruits!’ he said, and jumped down off the King’s knee. ‘There’s some lovely striped ones, just like a rainbow!’ And off he ran.
Meanwhile the Fairy-King and Sylvie were talking together, but in such low tones that I could not catch the words: so I followed Bruno, who was picking and eating other kinds of fruit, in the vain hope of finding some that had a taste. I tried to pick some myself—but it was like grasping air, and I soon gave up the attempt and returned to Sylvie.
‘Look well at it, my darling,’ the old man was saying, ‘and tell me how you like it.’
‘It’s just lovely,’ cried Sylvie, delightedly. ‘Bruno, come and look!’ And she held up, so that he might see the light through it, a heart-shaped Locket, apparently cut out of a single jewel, of a rich blue colour, with a slender gold chain attached to it.
‘It are welly pretty,’ Bruno more soberly remarked: and he began spelling out some words inscribed on it. ‘All—will—love—Sylvie,’ he made them out at last. ‘And so they doos!’ he cried, clasping his arms round her neck. ‘Everybody loves Sylvie!’
‘But we love her best, don’t we, Bruno?’ said the old King, as he took possession of the Locket. ‘Now, Sylvie, look at this.’ And he showed her, lying on the palm of his hand, a Locket of a deep crimson colour, the same shape as the blue one and, like it, attached to a slender golden chain.
‘Lovelier and lovelier!’ exclaimed Sylvie, clasping her hands in ecstasy. ‘Look, Bruno!’
‘And there’s words on this one, too,’ said Bruno. ‘Sylvie—will—love—all.’
‘Now you see the difference,’ said the old man: ‘different
