TO MY SON
FRANK JOSLYN BAUM
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. [The Weaving of the Magic Cloak] 3 CHAPTER II. [The Book of Laws] 17 CHAPTER III. [The Gift of the Magic Cloak] 29 CHAPTER IV. [King Bud of Noland] 43 CHAPTER V. [Princess Fluff] 55 CHAPTER VI. [Bud Dispenses Justice] 67 CHAPTER VII. [The Wings of Aunt Rivette] 81 CHAPTER VIII. [The Royal Reception] 93 CHAPTER IX. [Jikki has a Wish Granted] 107 CHAPTER X. [The Counselors Wear the Magic Cloak] 117 CHAPTER XI. [The Witch-Queen] 137 CHAPTER XII. [Zixi Disguises Herself] 149 CHAPTER XIII. [Tullydub Rescues the Kingdom] 158 CHAPTER XIV. [The Rout of the Army of Ix] 173 CHAPTER XV. [The Theft of the Magic Cloak] 181 CHAPTER XVI. [The Plain Above the Clouds] 198 CHAPTER XVII. [The Descent of the Roly-Rogues] 205 CHAPTER XVIII. [The Conquest of Noland] 214 CHAPTER XIX. [The Bravery of Aunt Rivette] 227 CHAPTER XX. [In the Palace of the Witch-Queen] 240 CHAPTER XXI. [The Search for the Magic Cloak] 251 CHAPTER XXII. [Ruffles Carries the Silver Vial] 271 CHAPTER XXIII. [The Destruction of the Monsters] 279 CHAPTER XXIV. [The Sailorman’s Return] 289 CHAPTER XXV. [The Fairy-Queen] 298
QUEEN ZIXI OF IX;
OR, THE STORY OF THE MAGIC CLOAK.
Chapter I.
THE WEAVING OF THE MAGIC CLOAK.
The fairies assembled one moonlit night in a pretty clearing of the ancient forest of Burzee.
The clearing was in the form of a circle, and all around stood giant oak and fir trees, while in the center the grass grew green and soft as velvet. If any mortal had ever penetrated so far into the great forest, and could have looked upon the fairy circle by daylight, he might perhaps have seen a tiny path worn in the grass by the feet of the dancing elves. For here, during the full of the moon, the famous fairy band, ruled by good Queen Lulea, loved to dance and make merry while the silvery rays flooded the clearing and caused their gauzy wings to sparkle with every color of the rainbow.
On this especial night, however, they were not dancing. For the queen had seated herself upon a little green mound, and while her band clustered about her she began to address the fairies in a tone of discontent.
“I am tired of dancing, my dears,” said she. “Every evening since the moon grew big and round we have come here to frisk about and laugh and disport ourselves; and although those are good things to keep the heart light, one may grow weary even of merrymaking. So I ask you to suggest some new way to divert both me and yourselves during this night.”
“That is a hard task,” answered one pretty sprite, opening and folding her wings slowly—as a lady toys with her fan. “We have lived through so many ages that we long ago exhausted everything that might be considered a novelty, and of all our recreations nothing gives us such continued pleasure as dancing.”