“I have no plan at present,” Harry answered, much to the elf’s astonishment, for he thought that Harry had a plan ready for any emergency which might arise.
“I want to find out how Wamby and the rest are situated,” explained Harry; “we’ll consult with him before we settle upon any definite plan of action.”
Great was the excitement as they sailed up to the landing-place in their strange boat. In a second the shore was crowded with Pin Elves, dancing with glee, gesticulating wildly, and asking innumerable questions.
“Stand back, and give us room to land!” said Harry peremptorily. “I can’t answer any questions now,” he added, for he noticed that some Gnomes, who were poking the fires near by, had stopped work and pricked up their ears to hear what was said. “Tell me where Wamby is.”
“In the Reception Hall,” shouted an officious little chap. “I’ll show you the way, master.”
“Never mind,” said Harry, “we’ll find him. Go ahead, Kitey, and I’ll follow!”
The elves fell back and bowed low as Kitey advanced, but no one ventured to follow him and Harry.
The two comrades made their way rapidly to the entrance of the Grand Royal Reception Hall, and were delighted, on being ushered in, to see Wamby seated on the throne at the further end. The little fellow did not wait for them to reach him, but before they were half-way down the Hall rushed forward joyfully to meet them.
“Oh, Prince! master!” he cried, and began hugging Harry’s feet.
Harry lifted him up in both hands and gave him a gentle squeeze. “How d’ye do, old chap!” he exclaimed. “I’m awfully glad to find you safe!”