“Mother! Are you ill?” asked Paul.
“No, little Paul — only tired with this heat,” said his mother. “But listen, we will go to the mountains to the little castle your father built there last year. I fear that this heat will kill us all! Your father says he will send us tomorrow. How we shall get there with all the children and the nurses I cannot imagine! But go we must! I don’t know what has happened this last few years in Baronia! The winters are so cold and the summers are so hot!”
Paul forgot that he had come to ask if he could take off his clothes. He stared at his mother, thrilled and excited. To go to the mountains to the new little castle! That would be fine. The children could explore the country on mountain ponies. They would have a great time. The winds blew cool on the mountain-side, and they would not feel as if they wanted to lie about and do nothing all day long. “Oh, mother! Shall we really go tomorrow?” said Paul. “I’ll go and tell the others.”
He sped off, forgetting how hot he was. He burst into the play-room, and the others looked at him in amazement.
“However can you possibly race about like that in this heat?” asked Jack. “You must be mad! I’m dripping wet just lying here and doing nothing. It’s hotter than it was in Africa — and it was hot enough there!”
“We’re going to the new little castle in the mountains tomorrow!” cried Paul. “There’s news for you! It will be cool there, and we can each have a pony and go riding up and down the mountains. We can talk to the goatherds, and have all kinds of fun!”
Jack sat up. “I say!” he said. “Did you hear Pilescu say that your new little palace was near Killimooin? Golly, what fun! We might be able to find out something about the Secret Forest!”
“We shan’t!” said Paul. “There’s nothing to find out. You can ask the goatherds there and see. Won’t it be fun to go and stay in the wild mountains? I am glad!”
All the children were pleased. It really was too hot to enjoy anything in the big palace now. The idea of scampering about the mountains on sturdy little ponies was very delightful. Jack lay back on the couch and wondered if it would be possible to find out anything about the Secret Forest. He would ask every goatherd he saw whether he could tell anything about that mysterious forest, hidden deep in the heart of Killimooin.
“If anyone knows anything, the goatherds should know,” thought the boy. Then he spoke aloud. “Paul, how do we go to the mountains where the little castle is? Do we ride on ponies?”