But Ghip-Ghisizzle did not heed the shouting. He was
looking downcast and sad, and it was easy to see he was disappointed
because he had not conquered the Boolooroo himself. But the people
called upon him for a speech, so he faced the Blueskins and said, "I
escaped from the City because the Boolooroo tried to patch me as you
all know, and the Six Snubnosed Princesses tried to marry me, which
would have been a far greater misfortune. But I have recovered the
Book of Royal Records, which has long been hidden in the Treasure
Chamber, and by reading it I find that the Boolooroo is not your
lawful Boolooroo at all, having reigned more than his three hundred
years. Since last Thursday, I, Ghip-Ghisizzle, have been the lawful
Boolooroo of the Blue Country, but now that you are conquered by
Queen Trot, I suppose I am conquered, too, and you have no Boolooroo
at all."
"Hooray!" cried the parrot.
"Here's a pretty howdy-do--
You haven't any Boolooroo!"
Trot had listened carefully to the Majordomo's speech. When he
finished, she said cheerfully, "Don't worry, Sizzle dear, it'll all
come right pretty soon. Now then, let's enter the City an' enjoy the
grand feast that's being cooked. I'm nearly starved, myself, for
this conquerin' kingdoms is hard work."
So the Pinkies and the Blues marched side by side into the City, and
there was great rejoicing and music and dancing and feasting and
games and merrymaking that lasted for three full days.
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