For the Fairy Circle of Queen Aquareine kept her safe. Now
Cap'n Bill was attacked, and Princess Clia as well. The half-dozen
slender legs darted in every direction like sword thrusts to reach
their victims, and the cruel claws snapped so rapidly that the sound
was like the rattling of castanets. But the four prisoners regarded
their enemy with smiling composure, and no yell greeted the
Yell-Maker's efforts.
"Enough!" said Zog, softly and sweetly. "You may retire, my poor
Yell-Maker, for with these people you are powerless."
The creature paused and rolled its yellow eyes. "May I nip just one
of the slaves, oh Zog?" it asked pleadingly. "I hate to leave
without pleasing your ears with a single yell."
"Let my slaves alone," was Zog's answer. "They are here to serve me
and must not be injured. Go, feeble one."
"Not so!" cried the Queen. "It is a shame, Zog, that such an evil
thing should exist in our fair sea." With this, she drew her fairy
wand from a fold of her gown and waved it toward the creature. At
once the Yell-Maker sank down unconscious upon the floor; its legs
fell apart in many pieces, the claws tumbling in a heap beside the
body.
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