pitchfork into my left thigh."
As he said this he carefully ran his hand over the insulted part, and, after
giving himself up for a few moments to bitter meditation:
"What idiots those Penguins are! I am tired of blowing flames in the faces of
such imbeciles. Orberosia, do you hear me?"
Having thus
spoken the hero raised his terrible
helmet in his hands and gazed
at it for a long time in
gloomy silence. Then he
pronounced these rapid words:
"I have made this
helmet with my own hands in the shape of a fish's head,
covering it with the skin of a seal. To make it more terrible I have put on it
the horns of a bull and I have given it a boar's jaws; I have hung from it a
horse's tail dyed vermilion. When in the
gloomytwilight I threw it over my
shoulders no inhabitant of this island had courage to
withstand its sight.
Women and children, young men and old men fled distracted at its approach, and
I carried
terror among the whole race of Penguins. By what advice does that
insolent people lose its earlier fears and dare to-day to behold these
horrible jaws and to attack this terrible crest?"
And throwing his
helmet on the rocky soil:
"Perish,
deceitfulhelmet!" cried Kraken. "I swear by all the demons of Armor
that I will never bear you upon my head again."
And having uttered this oath he stamped upon his
helmet, his gloves, his
boots, and upon his tail with its twisted folds.
"Kraken," said the fair Orberosia, "will you allow your servant to employ
artifice to save your
reputation and your goods? Do not
despise a woman's
help. You need it, for all men are imbeciles."
"Woman," asked Kraken, "what are your plans?"
And the fair Orberosia informed her husband that the monks were going through
the villages teaching the inhabitants the best way of
combating the
dragon;
that,
according to their instructions, the beast would be
overcome by a
virgin, and that if a maid placed her
girdle around the
dragon's neck she
could lead him as easily as if he were a little dog.
"How do you know that the monks teach this?" asked Kraken.
"My friend," answered Orberosia, "do not
interrupt a serious subject by
frivolous questions. . . . 'If, then,' added the monks, 'there be in Alca a
pure
virgin, let her arise!' Now, Kraken, I have determined to answer their
call. I will go and find the holy Mael and I will say to him: 'I am the
virgindestined by Heaven to
overthrow the
dragon.'"
At these words Kraken exclaimed: "How can you be that pure
virgin? And why do
you want to
overthrow me, Orberosia? Have you lost your reason? Be sure that I
will not allow myself to be conquered by you!"
"Can you not try and understand me before you get angry?" sighed the fair
Orberosia with deep though gentle contempt.
And she explained the
cunning designs that she had formed.
As he listened, the hero remained
pensive. And when she ceased speaking:
"Orberosia, your
cunning, is deep," said he, "And if your plans are carried
out
according to your intentions I shall
derive great advantages from them.
But how can you be the
virgin destined by heaven?"
"Don't
bother about that," she replied, "and come to bed."
The next day in the grease-laden
atmosphere of the
cavern, Kraken plaited a
deformed
skeleton out of osier rods and covered it with bristling, scaly, and
filthy skins. To one
extremity of the
skeleton Orberosia sewed the fierce
crest and the
hideous mask that Kraken used to wear in his plundering
expeditions, and to the other end she fastened the tail with twisted folds
which the hero was wont to trail behind him. And when the work was finished
they showed little Elo and the other five children who waited on them how to
get inside this machine, how to make it walk, how to blow horns and burn tow
in it so as to send forth smoke and flames through the
dragon's mouth.
XII. THE DRAGON OF ALCA (Continuation)
Orberosia, having clothed herself in a robe made of
coarse stuff and girt
herself with a thick cord, went to the
monastery and asked to speak to the
blessed Mael. And because women were
forbidden to enter the
enclosure of the
monastery the old man
advanced outside the gates,
holding his
pastoral cross
in his right hand and resting his left on the shoulder of Brother Samuel, the
youngest of his disciples.
He asked:
"Woman, who art thou?"
"I am the
maiden Orberosia."
At this reply Mael raised his trembling arms to heaven.
"Do you speak truth, woman? It is a certain fact that Orberosia was
devoured
by the
dragon. And yet I see Orberosia and hear her. Did you not, O my
daughter, while within the
dragon's bowels arm yourself with the sign of the
cross and come uninjured out of his
throat? That is what seems to me the most
credible explanation."
"You are not deceived, father," answered Orberosia. "That is
precisely what