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The Enchanted Island of Yew

The Enchanted Island of Yew

L. Frank Baum

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The Enchanted Island of Yew

Whereon Prince Marvel Encountered the High Ki
of Twi and Other Surprising People

By L. Frank Baum

Author of "The Wizard of Oz,"
"The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus,"
"The Magical Monarch of Mo," Etc.



Contents

1.  Once On a Time
2.  The Enchanted Isle
3.  The Fairy Bower
4.  Prince Marvel
5.  The King of Thieves
6.  The Troubles of Nerle
7.  The Gray Men
8.  The Fool-Killer
9.  The Royal Dragon of Spor
10.  Prince Marvel Wins His Fight
11.  The Cunning of King Terribus
12.  The Gift of Beauty
13.  The Hidden Kingdom of Twi
14.  The Ki and The Ki-Ki
15.  The High Ki of Twi
16.  The Rebellion of The High Ki
17.  The Separation of The High Ki
18.  The Rescue of The High Ki
19.  The Reunion of The High Ki
20.  Kwytoffle, the Tyrant
21.  The Wonderful Book of Magic
22.  The Queen of Plenta
23.  The Red Rogue of Dawna
24.  The Enchanted Mirrors
25.  The Adventurers Separate
26.  The End of the Year
27.  A Hundred Years Afterward




1.  "Once on a Time"


I am going to tell a story, one of those tales of astonishing
adventures that happened years and years and years ago.  Perhaps you
wonder why it is that so many stories are told of "once on a time",
and so few of these days in which we live; but that is easily explained.

In the old days, when the world was young, there were no automobiles
nor flying-machines to make one wonder; nor were there railway trains,
nor telephones, nor mechanical inventions of any sort to keep people
keyed up to a high pitch of excitement.  Men and women lived simply and
quietly.  They were Nature's children, and breathed fresh air into
their lungs instead of smoke and coal gas; and tramped through green
meadows and deep forests instead of riding in street cars; and went to
bed when it grew dark and rose with the sun--which is vastly different
from the present custom.  Having no books to read they told their
adventures to one another and to their little ones; and the stories
were handed down from generation to generation and reverently believed.

Those who peopled the world in the old days, having nothing but their
hands to depend on, were to a certain extent helpless, and so the
fairies were sorry for them and ministered to their wants patiently
and frankly, often showing themselves to those they befriended.

So people knew fairies in those days, my dear, and loved them,
together with all the ryls and knooks and pixies and nymphs and other
beings that belong to the hordes of immortals.  And a fairy tale was a
thing to be wondered at and spoken of in awed whispers; for no one
thought of doubting its truth.

To-day the fairies are shy; for so many curious inventions of men have
come into use that the wonders of Fairyland are somewhat tame beside
them, and even the boys and girls can not be so easily interested or
surprised as in the old days.  So the sweet and gentle little
immortals perform their tasks unseen and unknown, and live mostly in
their own beautiful realms, where they are almost unthought of by our
busy, bustling world.

Yet when we come to story-telling the marvels of our own age shrink
into insignificance beside the brave deeds and absorbing experiences
of the days when fairies were better known; and so we go back to "once
on a time" for the tales that we most love--and that children have
ever loved since mankind knew that fairies exist.



2.  The Enchanted Isle


Once there was an enchanted island in the middle of the sea.  It was
called the Isle of Yew.  And in it were five important kingdoms ruled
by men, and many woodland dells and forest glades and pleasant meadows
and grim mountains inhabited by fairies.

From the fairies some of the men had learned wonderful secrets, and
had become magicians and sorcerers, with powers so great that the
entire island was reputed to be one of enchantments.  Who these men
were the common people did not always know; for while some were kings
and rulers, others lived quietly hidden away in forests or mountains,
and seldom or never showed themselves.  Indeed, there were not so many
of these magicians as people thought, only it was so hard to tell them
from common folk that every stranger was regarded with a certain
amount of curiosity and fear.

The island was round--like a mince pie.  And it was divided into four
quarters--also like a pie--except that there was a big place in the
center where the fifth kingdom, called Spor, lay in the midst of the
mountains.  Spor was ruled by King Terribus, whom no one but his own
subjects had ever seen--and not many of them.  For no one was allowed
to enter the Kingdom of Spor, and its king never left his palace.  But
the people of Spor had a bad habit of rushing down from their
mountains and stealing the goods of the inhabitants of the other four
kingdoms, and carrying them home with them, without offering any
apologies whatever for such horrid conduct.  Sometimes those they
robbed tried to fight them; but they were a terrible people,
consisting of giants with huge clubs, and dwarfs who threw flaming
darts, and the stern Gray Men of Spor, who were most frightful of all.
So, as a rule, every one fled before them, and the people were
thankful that the fierce warriors of Spor seldom came to rob them
oftener than once a year.

It was on this account that all who could afford the expense built
castles to live in, with stone walls so thick that even the giants of
Spor could not batter them down.  And the children were not allowed to
stray far from home for fear some roving band of robbers might steal
them and make their parents pay large sums for their safe return.

Yet for all this the people of the Enchanted Isle of Yew were happy and
prosperous.  No grass was greener, no forests more cool and delightful,
no skies more sunny, no sea more blue and rippling than theirs.

And the nations of the world envied them, but dared not attempt to
conquer an island abounding in enchantments.
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