Part 3 (2/2)
”Then get me something to eat,” commanded the King, ”for I'm nearly starved. Two roasted goats, a barrel of cakes and nine mince pies will do me until dinnertime.”
Kaliko bowed and hurried away to the royal kitchen, forgetting Tiktok, who was wandering around in the outer cavern. Suddenly the Nome King looked up and saw the Clockwork Man standing before him, and at the sight the monarch's eyes grew big and round and he fell a-trembling in every limb.
”Away, grim Shadow!” he cried. ”You're not here, you know; you're only a hash of cogwheels and springs, lying at the bottom of the black pit.
Vanish, thou Vision of the demolished Tiktok, and leave me in peace--for I have bitterly repented!”
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”Then beg my pardon,” said Tiktok in a gruff voice, for Kaliko had forgotten to oil the speech works.
But the sound of a voice coming from what he thought a mere vision was too much for the Nome King's shaken nerves. He gave a yell of fear and rushed from the room. Tiktok followed, so the King bolted through the corridors on a swift run and b.u.mped against Kaliko, who was returning with a tray of things to eat. The sound of the breaking dishes, as they struck the floor, added to the King's terror and he yelled again and dashed into a great cavern where a thousand Nomes were at work hammering metal.
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”Look out! Here comes a phantom clockwork man!” screamed the terrified monarch, and every Nome dropped his tools and made a rush from the cavern, knocking over their King in their mad flight and recklessly trampling upon his prostrate fat body. So, when Tiktok came into the cavern, there was only the Nome King left, and he was rolling upon the rocky floor and howling for mercy, with his eyes fast shut so that he could not see what he was sure was a dreadful phantom that was coming straight toward him.
”It oc-curs to me,” said Tiktok calmly, ”that your Maj-es-ty is act-ing like a ba-by I am not a phan-tom. A phan-tom is unreal, while I am the real thing.”
The King rolled over, sat up and opened his eyes.
”Didn't I smash you to pieces?” he asked in trembling tones.
”Yes,” said Tiktok.
”Then you are nothing but a junk-heap, and this form in which you now appear cannot be real.”
”It is, though,” declared Tiktok. ”Kal-i-ko picked up my piec-es and put me to-geth-er a-gain. I'm as good as new, and perhaps bet-ter.”
”That is true, your Majesty,” added Kaliko, who now made his appearance, ”and I hope you will forgive me for mending Tiktok. He was quite broken up, after you smashed him, and I found it almost as hard a job to match his pieces as to pick turnips from gooseberry bushes. But I did it,” he added proudly.
”You are forgiven,” announced the Nome King, rising to his feet and drawing a long breath. ”I will raise your wages one specto a year, and Tiktok shall return to the Land of Oz loaded with jewels for the Princess Ozma.”
”That is all right,” said Tiktok. ”But what I want to know is, why did you hit me with your mace?”
”Because I was angry,” admitted the King. ”When I am angry I always do something that I am sorry for afterward. So I have firmly resolved never to get angry again; unless--unless--”
”Unless what, your Majesty?” inquired Kaliko.
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”Unless something annoys me,” said the Nome King. And then he went to his treasure-chamber to get the jewels for Princess Ozma of Oz.
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