in me, for I am none other than the very small but very noble and very famous Sebastian von Troomp, commonly known as 'Little Baron Trump.'"
"Never heard of thee in all my life," said both of the guards as with one voice.
"But I have of you, gentlemen," I continued, for now I recollected what the learned Don Fum had said about the frozen land of the Koltykwerps, or Cold Bodies,—"and as proof of my peaceful intent, like a true knight I now offer you my hand, and beg that you will conduct me into the presence of his frigid Majesty."
No sooner had the guard standing next my drawn off his glove and grasped my hand, than he let it loose again with a cry of fright.
"Zounds! Man, art thou on fire? Why, thy hand burned like the flame of a lamp!"
"Why, no, my, friend," said I quietly; "that's my ordinary temperature."
"And thy companion?"
"Hath even a warmer heart than I have," was my reply.
"Well, our word for it, little baron," exclaimed one of the guards with a chuckle, "there will be no place for thee except in the meat quarry. Possibly after thou hast been cooled off for a week or so, his frigid Majesty will be able to have thee about!"
This was not a very cheerful prospect, for I had no particular desire to be laid away in the royal ice-box for a week or so. Anyway, the only thing to be done was to insist upon being conducted at once into the presence of the King of the Koltykwerps, and abide by his decision.
One of the guards having saluted me by presenting his battleaxe in real military style, faced about and began to ascend the grand staircase with intent to announce my arrival to his frigid Majesty, while the other informed me that he would conduct me as far as the perron of the palace.
