[558] "No, Waif," Charmain said. "You can't come. Go home." She pointed sternly toward Great-Uncle William's house.
"Home!"
[559] Waif drooped both ears and sat up and begged.
[560] "No!" Charmain commanded, pointing again. "Go home!"
[561] Waif dropped to the ground and became a miserable white lump, with just the tip of her tail wagging.
[562] "Oh, honestly!" Charmain said. And since Waif seemed determined not to budge from the middle of the road, Charmain was forced to pick her up and rush back to Great-Uncle William's house with her. "I can't take you with me," she explained breathlessly as they went. "I've got to see the King, and people just don't take dogs to see the King." She opened Great-Uncle William's front gate and dumped Waif on the garden path. "There. Now, stay!"
She shut the gate on Waif's reproachful face and strode off down the road again. As she went, she tapped her wrist anxiously and said, "Time?" But she was outside Great-Uncle William's grounds then and the spell did not work. All Charmain knew was that it was getting later. She broke into a trot.
[563] Behind her the gate clashed again. Charmain looked back to see Waif once more racing after her.
[564] Charmain groaned, whirled round, raced to meet Waif, scooped her up, and dumped her back inside the gate. "Now be a good dog and stay!" she panted, rushing off again.
[565] The gate clashed behind her, and Waif once more came pelting after her. "I shall scream!" Charmain said. She turned back and dumped Waif inside the gate for the third time. "Stay there, you silly little dog!" This time she set off toward town at a run.
[566] Behind her, the gate clashed yet again. Tiny footsteps pattered in the road.
[567] Charmain whirled round and ran back toward Waif, crying out, "Oh, blast you, Waif! I shall be so late!" This time she picked Waif up and carried her toward the town, panting out, "All right. You win. I shall have to take you because I'll be late if I don't, but I don't want you, Waif! Don't you understand?"
[568] Waif was delighted. She squirmed upward and licked Charmain's chin.
[569] "No, stop that," Charmain said. "I'm not pleased. I hate you. You're a real nuisance. Keep still or I'll drop you."
[570] Waif settled into Charmain's arms with a sigh of contentment.
"Grrr!" Charmain said as she hurried on.
[571] As she rounded the huge bulge of cliff, Charmain had meant to check upward in case the lubbock came plunging down at her from the meadow above, but by then she was in such a hurry that she clean forgot about the lubbock and simply jogtrotted onward. And greatly to her surprise, the town was almost in front of her when she came round the bend. She had not remembered it was so near. There were the houses and towers, rosy and twinkling in the morning sun, only a stone's throw away. I think Aunt Sempronia's pony made a meal of this journey, Charmain thought, as she strode in among the first houses.
[572] The road dived in across the river and became a dirty town street. Charmain thought she remembered that this end of town was rather rough and unpleasant and marched on fast and nervously. But although most of the people she passed seemed quite poor, none of them seemed to notice Charmain particularly—or if they did, they only noticed Waif, peeping out enthusiastically from Charmain's arms. "Pretty little dog," remarked a woman carrying strings of onions to market as Charmain strode by.
[573] "Pretty little monster," Charmain said. The woman looked very surprised. Waif squirmed protestingly. "Yes, you are,"
Charmain told her, as they began to come among wider streets and smarter houses. "You're a bully and a blackmailer, and if you've made me late I shall never forgive you."
[574] As they reached the marketplace, the big clock on the town hall struck ten o'clock. And Charmain went suddenly from needing to hurry to wondering how she was going to stretch ten minutes' walk into half an hour. The Royal Mansion was practically just round the corner from here. At least she could slow down and get cool. By now the sun had burned through the mist from the mountains, and what with that and Waif's warm body, Charmain was decidedly hot.
She took a detour along the esplanade that ran high above the river, rushing swift and brown on its way to the great valley beyond the town, and dropped to a saunter. Three of her favorite bookshops were on this road. She pushed her way among other sauntering people and looked eagerly into windows. "Nice little dog," several people said as she went.
[575] "Huh!" Charmain said to Waif. "Fat lot they know!"
[576] She arrived in Royal Square as the big clock there began to chime the half hour. Charmain was pleased. But, as she crossed the square to the booming of the clock, she was somehow not pleased, and not hot anymore either. She was cold and small and insignificant. She knew she had been stupid to come. She was a fool. They would take one look at her and send her away. The flashing of the golden tiles on the roof of the Royal Mansion daunted her completely. She was glad of Waif's small warm tongue licking her chin again. By the time she was climbing the steps to the heavy front door of the Mansion, she was so nervous that she almost turned round and ran away.
[577] But she told herself firmly that this was the one thing in the world she really wanted to do—even though I'm not sure I do want to now, she thought. And everyone knows that those tiles are only tin enchanted to look like gold! she added, and she lifted the great gold-painted knocker and bravely hammered on the door with it. Then her knees threatened to fold under her and she wondered if she could run away. She stood there quivering and clutching Waif hard.
[578] The door was opened by an old, old serving man. Probably the butler, Charmain thought, wondering where she had seen the old man before. I must have passed him in town on my way to school, she thought. "Er…," she said. "I'm Charmain Baker. The King wrote me a letter—" She let go of Waif with one hand in order to fetch the letter out of her pocket, but before she could get at it, the old butler held the door wide open.
[579] "Please to come in, Miss Charming," he said in a quavery old voice. "His Majesty is expecting you."
[580] Charmain found herself entering the Royal Mansion on legs that wobbled almost as badly as the old butler's did. He was so stooped with age that his face was on a level with Waif as Charmain wobbled in past him.
He stopped her with a shaky old hand. "Please to keep tight hold on the little dog, miss. It wouldn't do to have it wandering about here."
[581] Charmain discovered herself to be babbling. "I do hope it's all right to bring her, she would keep following me, you see, and in the end I had to pick her up and carry her or I'd have been—"
[582] "Perfectly all right, miss," the butler said, heaving the great door shut. "His Majesty is very fond of dogs. Indeed he has been bitten several times trying to make friends with—Well, the fact of the matter is, miss, that our Rajpuhti cook owns a dog that is not at all a nice creature. It has been known to slay other dogs when they impinge upon its territory."
[583] "Oh, dear," Charmain said weakly.
[584] "Precisely," said the old butler. "If you will follow me, miss."
[585] Waif squirmed in Charmain's arms because Charmain was clutching her so tightly as she followed the butler along a broad stone corridor. It was cold inside the Mansion and rather dark. Charmain was surprised to find that there were no ornaments anywhere and almost no hint of royal grandeur, unless you counted one or two large brown pictures in dingy gold frames. There were big pale squares on the walls every so often, where pictures had been taken away, but Charmain was by now so nervous that she did not wonder about this. She just became colder and thinner and more and more unimportant, until she felt she must be about the size of Waif.