told, but somehow — either he had a sudden push, or, as he said afterwards, the Owl looked at him, and startled him — he let the pail go, and all the water and the pail too fell over the unlucky Chancellor. This really did bring him very much to — much too much to, in fact — for he sprang up in such a rage that the Princess really wished herself out of the room.
‘You jackanapes,’ he screamed at the unfortunate page; ‘you ape, you boar, you cow, you clumsy monkey, I’ll be revenged on you.’
But the Princess, who had gained courage while he was screaming, said: ‘You will not be revenged on him.’
‘But I shall,’ he said.
‘Indeed you will not,’ said the Princess, ‘for he did it by my orders.’
‘Oh! he did it by your orders,’ said the Chancellor; ‘then I’ll be revenged on you too,’ and he began to move uncomfortably near to the Princess. But the three pages threw themselves on him and tried to drag him back, but he turned suddenly on them.
‘What,’ he said scornfully, ‘you try to stop me — ye frogs! Ah! a good idea — by virtue of my magic power I command you to turn into water-rats; then perhaps the Owl there will eat you up.’
No sooner said than done, and the three pages instantly became water-rats, squattering in the water that was still in a pool on the floor.
Somehow the Princess did not seem to be at all frightened at this; she was only very angry.
‘I thought I told you not to hurt those pages.’
‘Who cares what you say?’
‘Dear me,’ thought the Princess, ‘he is getting excessively insolent — I shall have to be severe with him in a moment.’ So she said:
‘Turn those pages back again.’
‘I shall not.’
‘Then leave the room.’
‘I shall not.’
The Princess did not know what to do; he was really very rude, and he was walking towards her evidently intending to attack her. When he was within ten feet of her he stopped, and though he tried to get nearer he could not.
‘Ha! ha!’ he cried; ‘you think to keep me off by magic, but it is not so easy, I can tell you. By virtue of my magic power I command you to turn into a mouse.’
But the Princess, leaning her head against the soft feathers of the Owl, only smiled, and did not turn into a mouse at all.
The Chancellor seemed perplexed.
‘Is that not enough for you?’ he said; ‘I thought I told you to turn into a mouse.’
But the Princess smiled calmly and said:
‘Do you suppose I am going to do anything of the sort — you have forgotten your manners to speak to your Queen thus. I believe there is a fine of five shillings for any one who speaks to the King or Queen without saying “Your Majesty.” You had better pay it, Sir Chancellor, and turn those pages back again, or I shall have you turned out of the kingdom.’
But the Chancellor laughed. ‘You can’t send me out if you wanted to. Meanwhile I shall not turn those rats back, for if I am not much mistaken your Owl there will carry them off.’
It really seemed as if the Owl were going to obey him, for greatly to the Princess’s surprise it sprang off her shoulder and seized the three rats, one in each claw, and one in its beak — but it returned at once to her and laid them squeaking on the table in front of her — but no sooner did they touch the table than they turned into men again just as quickly as they had become rats. When Merrymineral saw this he became perfectly frantic, and tried in vain to get at the Princess — he even went back a little and tried to run at her — but it was no use, for no sooner did he reach a certain spot than he was suddenly stopped, just as if he had run against a wall. At last he became so frantic that the Princess could stand it no longer. So she said:
‘Will you be quiet, you naughty old man? — leave the room or I will send for the police.’
But Merrymineral answered:
‘Oh, send for the police and the soldiers and sailors and candlestick-makers.’
So the Princess rang