12. The Gift of Beauty

The Enchanted Island of Yew

by L. Frank Baum

The following morning Marvel and Nerle once more set out to leave
the Kingdom of Spor and its ugly king. They selected another pathway
leading from the castle and traveled all day, coming at nightfall
into view of the place whence they had started, with its solemn rows
of giants and Gray Men standing ready to receive them.

This repetition of their former experience somewhat annoyed the
prince, while Nerle's usually despondent face wore a smile.

"I see trouble ahead," murmured the esquire, almost cheerfully.
"Since the king can not conquer us by force he intends to do it by
sorcery."

Marvel did not reply, but greeted the king quietly, while
Terribus welcomed their return as calmly as if he well knew they
could not escape him.

That evening the prince made another pass toward the king with
his hand and muttered again the magic word. Nerle was watching, and
saw the upper eye of Terribus glide still farther down his forehead
and the other eye move again toward the left. The swaying nose
shrank to a few inches in length, and the skin that had once been so
brilliantly crimson turned to a dull red color. This time the
courtiers and ladies in waiting also noticed the change in the king's
features, but were afraid to speak of it, as any reference to their
monarch's personal appearance was by law punishable by death.
Terribus saw the startled looks directed upon him, and raised his
hand to feel of his nose and eyes; but thinking that if any change in
his appearance had taken place, he must be uglier than before, he
only frowned and turned away his head.

The next day the king's guests made a third attempt to leave his
dominions, but met with no better success than before, for a long and
tedious ride only brought them back to their starting-place in the
evening.

This time Prince Marvel was really angry, and striding into the
king's presence he reproached him bitterly, saying:

"Why do you prevent us from leaving your kingdom? We have not
injured you in any way."

"You have seen me, returned Terribus, calmly, "and I do not
intend you shall go back to the world and tell people how ugly I
am."

The prince looked at him, and could not repress a smile. The
two eyes of the king, having been twice removed from their first
position, were now both in his forehead, instead of below it, and one
was much higher than the other. And the nose, although small when
compared to what it had been, still resembled an elephant's trunk.
Other changes had been made for the better, but Terribus was still
exceedingly repulsive to look upon.

Seeing the prince look at him and smile, the king flew into a
fury of anger and declared that the strangers should never, while
they lived, be permitted to leave his castle again. Prince Marvel
became thoughtful at this, reflecting that the king's enmity all
arose from his sensitiveness about his ugly appearance, and this
filled the youthful knight with pity rather than resentment.

When they had all assembled at the evening banquet the prince,
for a third time, made a mystic pass at the king and whispered a
magic word. And behold! this time the charm was complete. For the
two front eyes of Terribus fell into their proper places, his nose
became straight and well formed, and his skin took on a natural,
healthy color. Moreover, he now had a fine head of soft brown hair,
with eyebrows and eyelashes to match, and his head was shapely and in
proportion to his body. As for the eye that had formerly been in the
back of his head, it had disappeared completely.

So amazed were the subjects of the transformed king--who was now
quite handsome to look upon--that they began to murmur together
excitedly, and something in the new sensations he experienced gave to
the king's face likewise an expression of surprise. Knowing from
their pleased looks that he must have improved in appearance, he
found courage to raise his hand to his nose, and found it well
formed. Then he touched his eyes, and realized they were looking
straight out from his face, like those of other people.

For some moments after making these discoveries the king
remained motionless, a smile of joy gradually spreading over his
features. Then he said, aloud:

"What has happened? Why do you all look so startled?"

"Your Majesty is no longer ugly," replied Marvel, laughingly;
"so that when Nerle and I leave your kingdom we can proclaim nothing
less than praise of your dignified and handsome appearance."

"Is my face indeed pleasing?" demanded the king, eagerly.

"It is!" cried the assembled courtiers and ladies, as with one
voice.

"Bring me a mirror!" said the king. "I shall look at my
reflection for the first time in many years."

The mirror being brought King Terribus regarded himself for a
long time with pleased astonishment; and then, his sensitive nature
being overcome by the shock of his good fortune, he burst into a
flood of tears and rushed from the room.

The courtiers and ladies now bestowed many grateful thanks upon
Prince Marvel for his kind deed; for they realized that thereafter
their lives would be safer from the king's anger and much pleasanter
in every way.

"Terribus is not bad by nature," said one; "but he brooded upon
his ugliness so much that the least thing served to throw him into a
violent passion, and our lives were never safe from one day to
another."

By and by two giants entered the hall and carried away the
throne of gray stone where Terribus had been accustomed to sit; and
other slaves brought a gorgeous throne of gold, studded with precious
jewels, which they put in its place. And after a time the king
himself returned to the room, his simple gray gown replaced by
flowing robes of purple, with rich embroideries, such as he had not
worn for many years.

"My people," said he, addressing those present with kindness and
dignity, "it seems to me fitting that a handsome king should be
handsomely attired, and an ugly one clothed simply. For years I have
been so terrible in feature that I dared not even look at my own
image in a mirror. But now, thanks to the gracious magic of my
guest, I have become like other men, and hereafter you will find my
rule as kind as it was formerly cruel. To-night, in honor of this
joyous occasion, we shall feast and make merry, and it is my royal
command that you all do honor and reverence to the illustrious Prince
Marvel!"

A loud shout of approval greeted this speech, and the evening
was merry indeed. Terribus joined freely in the revelry, laughing as
gaily as the lightest-hearted damsel present.

It was nearly morning before they all retired, and as they
sought their beds Nerle asked the prince in a voice that sounded like
an ill-natured growl:

"Why did you give the king beauty, after his treatment of
us?"

Marvel looked at the reproachful face of his esquire and smiled.
"When you are older," said he, "you will find that often there are
many ways to accomplish a single purpose. The king's ugliness was
the bar to our leaving his country, for he feared our gossip. So the
easiest way for us to compass our escape was to take away his reason
for detaining us. Thus I conquered the king in my own way, and at
the same time gained his gratitude and friendship."

"Will he allow us to depart in the morning?" inquired Nerle.

"I think so," said Marvel.

It was late when they rose from their slumbers; but, having
breakfasted, the prince's first act was to seek the king.

"We wish to leave your kingdom," said he. "Will you let us
go?"

Terribus grasped the hand of his guest and pressed it with
fervor, while tears of gratitude stood in his eyes.

"I should prefer that you remain with me always, and be my
friend," he answered. "But if you choose to leave me I shall not
interfere in any way with your wishes."

Prince Marvel looked at him thoughtfully, and then said: "My
time on this island is short. In a few months Prince Marvel will
have passed out of the knowledge of men, and his name will be
forgotten. Before then I hope to visit the Kingdoms of Dawna and
Auriel and Plenta; so I must not delay, but beg you will permit me to
depart at once."

"Very well," answered Terribus. "Come with me, and I shall show
you the way."

He led the prince and Nerle to a high wall of rock, and placing
his hand upon its rough surface, touched a hidden spring. Instantly
an immense block of stone began to swing backward, disclosing a
passage large enough for a man on horseback to ride through.

"This is the one road that leads out of my kingdom," said
Terribus. "The others all begin and end at the castle. So that
unless you know the secret of this passage you could never escape
from Spor."

"But where does this road lead?" asked Marvel.

"To the Kingdom of Auriel, which you desire to visit. It is not
a straight road, for it winds around the Land of Twi, so it will
carry you a little out of your way."

"What is the Land of Twi?" inquired the prince.

"A small country hidden from the view of all travelers," said
Terribus. "No one has ever yet found a way to enter the land of Twi;
yet there is a rumor that it is ruled by a mighty personage called
the High Ki."

"And does the rumor state what the High Ki of Twi is like?"

"No, indeed," returned the king, smiling, "so it will do you no
good to be curious. And now farewell, and may good luck attend you.
Yet bear in mind the fact that King Terribus of Spor owes you a
mighty debt of gratitude; and if you ever need my services, you have
but to call on me, and I shall gladly come to your assistance."

"I thank you," said Marvel, "but there is small chance of my
needing help. Farewell, and may your future life be pleasant and
happy!"

With this he sprang to the saddle of his prancing charger and,
followed by Nerle, rode slowly through the stone arch. The courtiers
and ladies had flocked from the palace to witness their departure,
and the giants and dwarfs and Gray Men were drawn up in long lines to
speed the king's guests. So it was a brilliant sight that Marvel and
Nerle looked back on; but once they were clear of the arch, the great
stone rolled back into its place, shutting them out completely from
the Kingdom of Spor, with its turreted castle and transformed
king.