When they were within respectful distance of Vulcan the enchanter sank on one knee before him, and the rest immediately followed his example.
“Why have you sought me out?” demanded Vulcan, with distrust and suspicion on his seamed, rugged face as he sharply eyed them.
“Oh, Vulcan,” spoke Dragonfel, in smooth, oily tones, “powerful as I am, I acknowledge you my master. Who else can match you in your wondrous strength?”
“You’ve come for a favor!” grunted the other. “Well, out with it!”
“I wish to tell you about the Brownies.”
“What about the Brownies?”
“There is to be a marriage in Fairyland. The Brownie prince is to wed the fairy queen!”
“Bah! How does this concern me?”
“It should concern you. Listen, Vulcan! There is no authority for such a marriage in all the annals of mythology.”
The words created a deep impression upon Vulcan.