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Updated: June 5, 2025
The Queen of Plenta The soldiers of Kwytoffle wanted to hang their old master at once, for he had won their enmity by abusing them in many ways; but Prince Marvel would not let them do this. However, they tied the false sorcerer to a post, and the captain gave him a good whipping one lash for each letter in the words "grasshopper" and "June-bug."
But you people do not appear to be properly frightened, and now, alas! since you have drawn upon us the great sorcerer's anger, we shall all be transformed into June-bugs." "Yes!" roared Kwytoffle, hopping up and down with anger, "you shall all be June-bugs, and these strangers I will transform into grasshoppers!" "Very well," said Prince Marvel, quietly; "you can do it now." "I will!
They came on with drawn swords; at first running, and then gradually dropping into a walk, as they beheld Nerle, Wul-Takim, King Terribus and Marvel standing quietly waiting to receive them, weapons in hand and ready for battle. A few paces off the soldiers hesitated and stopped altogether, and Kwytoffle yelled at the captain: "Why don't you go on? Why don't you capture them?
Marvel jerked his bridle from the man's grasp and said in return: "Who are you?" "Me! Who am I? Why, I am the great and powerful Kwytoffle! So beware! Beware my sorcery!" They all looked at the man curiously. He was short and very fat, and had a face like a puff-ball, with little red eyes and scarcely any nose at all.
"Very well," returned the sorcerer, with a desperate look upon his face; "I'll go and find the enchantment." "And we'll go with you," remarked the prince, pleasantly. So the entire party accompanied Kwytoffle into the house, where they entered a large room that was in a state of much disorder.
Then the prince stepped back and regarded the maidens earnestly, and after a moment both the High Ki smiled upon him in unison and said speaking the same words in the same voices and with the same accents: "Thank you very much!" Kwytoffle, the Tyrant
"Can not something be done to rescue these poor people from their sad fate?" asked the lovely High Ki, anxiously. "We will make a call upon this Kwytoffle to-morrow," answered Prince Marvel, "and see what the fellow is like." "Alas! Alas!" wailed the good farmer, "you will all become grasshoppers and June-bugs every one of you!"
"For this I will turn every one of you into grasshoppers unless you at once give me all the wealth you possess!" "Poor man!" exclaimed Nerle; "I can see you are longing for that flogging. Will you have it now?" and he raised his riding-whip above his head. Kwytoffle stumbled backward a few paces and blew shrilly upon his silver whistle.
Why don't you fight them?" "Why, they have drawn their swords!" responded the captain, reproachfully. "Who cares?" roared the sorcerer. "We care," said the captain, giving a shudder, as he looked upon the strangers. "Their swords are sharp, and some of us would get hurt." "You're cowards!" shrieked the enraged Kwytoffle. "I'll turn you all into June-bugs!"
"No one but a sorcerer can read the enchantments in this book," declared Kwytoffle; but he hung his head with a sheepish look, for he knew his deception had been well understood. "Is your own history written in this volume?" inquired Marvel. "No," answered the sorcerer. "Then it ought to be," said the prince, "for you are no sorcerer at all, but merely a thief and an impostor!"
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