"I am no
one but myself; and, really, I believe I shall now be content to exist
for a few hundred years in my natural form. I have quite enjoyed my
year as a mortal; but after all there are, I find, some advantages in
being a fairy. Good by, my dears!"
And with another ripple of laughter the pretty creature vanished, and
the girls were left alone.
27. A Hundred Years Afterward
About a hundred years after Prince Marvel enjoyed his strange
adventures in the Enchanted Island of Yew an odd thing happened.
A hidden mirror in a crumbling old castle of Dawna broke loose from
its fastenings and fell crashing on the stone pavement of the deserted
hall. And from amid the ruins rose the gigantic form of a man. His
hair and beard were a fiery red, and he gazed at the desolation around
him in absolute amazement.
It was the Red Rogue of Dawna, set free from his imprisonment.
He wandered out and found strange scenes confronting him, for during
the hundred years a great change had taken place in the Enchanted
Island. Great cities had been built and great kingdoms established.
Civilization had won the people, and they no longer robbed or fought
or indulged in magical arts, but were busily employed and leading
respectable lives.
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