Other Blue Children unfolded maps and plans, or brought enormous flowers
"Look!" he said. "Look at my apples...."
"But those are melons!" said Tyltyl.
"No, no!" said the Child. "They are my apples! They will all be alike when I am alive! I have discovered the process!..."
I should never finish if I were to try and describe to my little readers all the wonderful and incredible things that appeared before our hero's eyes. But, suddenly, a loud burst of laughter rang through the hall. A Child had spoken of the King of the Nine Planets; and Tyltyl, very much puzzled and perplexed, looked on every side. All the faces, bright with laughter, were turned to some spot which Tyltyl could not see; every finger pointed in the same direction; but our friend looked in vain. They had spoken of a king! He was looking for a throne with a tall, dignified personage on it, wielding a golden sceptre.
"Over there ... over there ... lower down ... behind you!" said a thousand little voices together.
"But where is the King?" Tyltyl and Mytyl repeated, greatly interested.
Then, suddenly, a louder and more serious voice sounded above the silvery murmur of the others: