“And where did you get the magic machine for travelling upon both land and water?” It was evident he had been well informed of our movements.
“It was made for us by a wizard of our island,” said Bry.
“What island?”
“Tayakoo.”
A third chalk mark.
“Does it belong to you?”
“Yes.”
Another mark.
“And now,” said the king, looking at them curiously, “tell me what request you have to make.”
“A request?”