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were provided. Next a troop of beaver acrobats came running into the
throne
room. They wore brightly colored tights and put on a performance of such
skill and daring that Twink and Tom were delighted. The animals were
amazingly agile, and some of their tumbling tricks were so droll that even
Twiffle laughed aloud. "I never saw anything to beat this at the circus,"
Tom confided to Twink as the twins loudly applauded.
When the entertainment was over, it was growing late, and saying he had
some
work to do in his magic workshop in preparation for the journey in the
morning, the beaver King led his guests to a suite of beautifully furnished
sleeping rooms. Twink and Tom were not a bit surprised that the beaver
King
should work while they slept. Indeed, they wondered if anyone in this busy
little kingdom ever took time off to rest.
"As soon as you lie down on the beds," the beaver King told Twink and Tom,
"you will be lulled to sleep by the most beautiful music in the world."
With that, he closed the door softly and left them. Twink and Tom were in
their beds in no time at all, eager to hear the music the beaver King had
promised them. No sooner had their heads touched the pillows than they
heard it. It was like the sleepy murmuring of a thousand voices. There were
no words, only a soft whisper that seemed to come from a great distance
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wordless music sang of green meadows under a golden sun, of mountain
rills
that tripped from stone to stone down to beautiful valleys, of great rivers
that flowed through the hearts of vast lands, and finally of the sea
itself, singing eternally of endless wonders.
Just before Tom dropped off to sleep, he said, "Twink, I know what it is.
The beaver King said it was the most beautiful music in the world, and it
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"I know," said Twink sleepily. "It's the music of running water."
CHAPTER 18
THE FLAME FOLK
Early the next morning Shaggy and his friends found a steaming hot
breakfast
waiting for them in their rooms. No sooner had they finished than the King
of the Fairy Beavers appeared to lead them to the Nome King's tunnel. They
followed the King through several miles of weaving and twisting beaver
burrows until at last they stood at the entrance of the tunnel. Shaggy had
noted that the King bore on his back, like a tiny knapsack, a small bundle.
Now he saw that the twenty young beavers who were waiting at the tunnel's
entrance to undertake the journey with them bore similar though smaller
bundles on their backs. In addition, each of the young beavers carried a
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pine torch to light the way through the dark tunnel. At a signal from the
beaver King, the torch-bearing beavers advanced into the tunnel, and the
journey was on.
"How far are we from the Deadly Desert?" inquired the Shaggy Man.
"Not more than a mile," answered the beaver King. "We will know when we
reach the Desert, because of the heat radiated downward by the sands. The
tunnel is not far from the surface C4 no more than twenty feet, I would
judge."
The tunnel was hewn from solid rock, but the floor of it was smooth, so the
travelers were able to proceed at a good rate of speed. They all noticed
that the heat increased perceptibly the closer they came to the shifting
sands above them.
"Whee-ew!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man. "This is no place for a pleasure trip.
I can see why the Nome King was thirsty when he got out of here."
They were now directly under the Deadly Desert, and the heat radiated by
the
shifting sands above them was intense. But Twink and Tom were lightly
dressed, so they didn't mind the heat so much. Twiffle naturally paid not
the slightest attention to the temperature. The beavers, who were used to
underground heat, moved swiftly forward. The pine torches of the young
beavers cast flickering shadows on the rough stone walls about the
travelers. But suddenly the light of the torches dimmed and faded in a
greater brilliance. The torch-bearing beavers stopped in their tracks and
were chattering excitedly among themselves, waiting for the beaver King
and
his party to catch up with them. The travelers hurried forward and found to
their amazement that the new light came from a rift in the rock roof.
Sunlight was shining down into the tunnel!
But no sooner had they recovered from this surprise than they were
overwhelmed by another. Directly ahead of them, blocking their passage
through the tunnel, was a group of the strangest people they had ever seen.
These beings were human in shape, yet they seemed to be made of flame.
The
living fire that formed their bodies varied in hue from a deep, glowing red
to light orange and yellow, while their fingertips, eyes, and features gave
off blue and greenish colored flames.
There were perhaps ten of the creatures, standing side by side so that the
beaver King and his friends found their way completely blocked by this wall
of living flame. Waves of heat radiated from their flaming bodies, and
Twink and Tom had to blink their eyes several times to become accustomed
to
the glare of flame and light. "Halt! You can go no further. Turn back at
once to whence you came." One of the flame folk was speaking. He
appeared
to be their leader, since he was taller than his companions, and his eyes
glowed much more fiercely than the rest.
"Who are you?" asked the beaver King calmly.
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"We are Dwellers of the Desert. We live on the shifting sands on the
surface. Occasionally we visit the oasis just above, where there is no
sand, but blue grass that glows with blue flame," the flame being answered.
"An oasis on the Deadly Desert?" asked the Shaggy Man incredulously.
"Certainly. Did you ever hear of a desert that didn't have an oasis?"
replied the fire creature.
"Maybe not," muttered the Shaggy Man. "And I suppose the flame grass
keeps
the deadly sand from shifting into the tunnel."
"Exactly," replied the fire creature. "But we are not concerned with sand in
the tunnel. There are other things much more objectionable C4 yourselves,
for instance."
"How did you find out about the tunnel?" asked the beaver King, ignoring
the
fire being's insult.
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