Just after the sun had risen the ship
touched the wharf at Daimur’s native city, and
Daimur, who was the first ashore, stood by to assist
the ladies to land and to welcome them to his kingdom.
There was not a soul in sight as they
formed a double line, with Prince Redmond’s
sailors as guards, and marched towards the palace,
which was only a few blocks distant.
As they neared the gates they saw
that nobody was astir but a few of the Royal bodyguard,
who as soon as they caught sight of Prince Daimur
at the head of this strange procession rushed towards
him and threw themselves at his feet with exclamations
of astonishment and joy that he was still alive.
They told Daimur that his wicked uncle
had already been crowned king, having proved by the
aid of false witnesses that Daimur had fallen from
a precipice while out riding and been instantly killed,
and that his body was washed away in the swift-flowing
river at the bottom.
At the conclusion of the tale Daimur
called out all the guards and ordered them to arrest
his uncle and his followers immediately, and convey
them to a strong prison in the interior of the kingdom.
Before they could move to obey him,
however, Daimur’s uncle himself appeared with
a few of his friends. They had been aroused from
their sleep by the sound of voices and had dressed
“What is the meaning of this
commotion?” roared the false King, addressing
the guards. “Back to your posts immediately.”
He turned as he spoke and his eye
fell on Daimur and his little company, whose guns
were all pointed directly at him, as, strange to say,
were those of the Palace guard. He glanced in
every direction, but everywhere he saw hard unsympathetic
faces, and the round muzzles of guns.
He grew pale and his knees knocked
together as he looked about in vain for a means of
escape. Then suddenly his face cleared, and he
drew a whistle from a cord at his neck and blew three
loud blasts upon it.
Daimur, who still wore his cap and
spectacles, turned to his company.
“That is to summon the Magician,”
he explained. They all laughed, and Daimur announced
to his uncle that it was of no use calling or help
from the Evil Magician, as he was dead and gone.
This of course his uncle declared
quite impossible, and it was not until King Cyril,
the Princess, and indeed the whole party had assured
him it was the truth, added to the fact that the Magician
did not seem to be coming to his aid, that he believed
After that he was very humble.
He cringed before Daimur and hoped he would spare
his old uncle’s life. This Daimur said
he was willing to do, but that he would have to go
with his fine friends to the state prison farm as
a laborer for the rest of his days. His uncle
seemed so relieved that he was not to lose his head
that he went away with the guards quietly enough.
Now that he was rid of his uncle Daimur
proceeded into the Palace, where he was welcomed with
the greatest enthusiasm and loyalty by the servants,
and his guests were soon enjoying a splendid breakfast.
Prince Daimur begged them to remain
with him until he had been crowned king and had made
arrangements to accompany them to their respective
This they consented to do, and soon
great preparations were under way for the coronation.
Daimur told his story throughout the
kingdom, and his people flocked about him wherever
he went, declaring their allegiance, and rejoicing
greatly that he had delivered them all from the Evil
At last the day of the coronation
came, and all who were rich enough to travel were
Never before had so many distinguished
guests graced a coronation ceremony in the Kingdom
of Sunne. Daimur’s subjects felt highly
honored as they gazed upon the noble King Cyril, Queen
Emily, and the young Princess of Shells, the distinguished
Duchess of Rose Petals, and the two splendid Princes
of Laurels. All the other kingdoms were here
They made a very magnificent appearance,
for Daimur had insisted upon the Court dressmakers
and tailors making each of them a proper wardrobe,
as, of course, they had no clothes with them for the
After the coronation ceremony there
was a great feast and when all the company were assembled
Daimur told them of his plans for accompanying his
guests to their respective kingdoms. His subjects
were willing that he should go and promised to defend
the kingdom against any possible enemies while he
was away, and they agreed upon a very old and wise
friend of Daimur’s to act as Regent until his
In a few days the preparations for
his going were complete, and King Daimur’s largest
warship lay at anchor in the harbor in readiness to
The bands played and a great crowd
stood on the wharf as Daimur and his royal guests
drove down and boarded the ship, and they sailed out
of the harbor amid many cheers and wishes for a safe
and speedy voyage.