“Young sirs,” said he, “his Honour has gone to consult the illustrious Dragon about the ransom which he will ask for the Princesses.”
Now the Sorcerer had a friend, a very rich Dragon who lived on an island some way off, and it was to visit him that he had set out on the pink-eyed donkey. The brothers knew that he could not get back for several days, and they told Azalea and Anemone that they would start as soon as their horses should be rested.
It was night when they left; the sky was clear and the steam from the servants’ cauldron rose in the moonlight. When he saw what the brothers were doing he remonstrated loudly, but nobody listened, so he could only promise to tell Badoko which way they had gone the moment he returned.
“You won’t get the chance,” said Gold-Eagle, giving him a cuff, “for you are coming too.” And he drove him along in front of them.
For three days all went well; as the brothers walked while the Princesses rode, the horses had not much to carry.
They were resting in a wood one day, when they were suddenly surrounded by a band of robbers, who sprang on them, and, before they could resist, tied them to trees while they sat down to decide what was to be done with them. Gold-Eagle and Tiger were furious and gnashed their teeth, but there was nothing they could do, poor fellows, for the robbers numbered about forty to their two. The head robber came into the circle holding the beautiful embroidered dresses he had taken from Anemone and Azalea. “These are worth a great deal,” said he; “if we take them to the Dragon who lives on the island we shall get a large sum; he is a great collector of curiosities, and we can sell the young men to him for slaves, and the girls too, for that matter. This has been a great find.”
You may imagine what the Princesses felt when they heard that!
We must now see what the Emperor and his train were doing, and how near they had got to the Sorcerer’s country. Every night they halted by the wayside, and the raven had a tent all to himself next to that of his Majesty. It was made of velvet and the royal arms were emblazoned on it; but, had you heard the raven talking about it, you would have supposed it to be no better than a dog-kennel. Nothing was good enough for him. The sentry who walked up and down before it was maddened by the offensive looks which the bird cast upon him as he passed and repassed the door.
One evening a shabby-looking rook flew by the camp, and, seeing so fine a tent occupied by one of his own kind, he went up to it, and, putting on a sad voice, began to beg. The raven, who was in front of a glass admiring a gold collar which the Emperor had caused to be put round his neck, stuck his beak in the air. “Sentry!” he called, “rid me at once of this pestilent bird. His presence is an offence to me.”
But the rook’s voice drowned the words. “Sir!” he cried, “great sir! Let me tell your noble Honour’s fortune. I see by the glorious jewels on your neck that you must be a king.”