elementary courtesies of war. The last battle had taken place in Euralian territory; this time, therefore, Barodia was the scene of the conflict. To Barodia, then, King Merriwig had led his army. Suitable pasture land had been allotted them as a camping ground, and amid the cheers of the Barodian populace the Euralians made their simple preparations for the night...

The two armies had now been sitting opposite to each other for some weeks, but neither side had been idle. On the very first morning Merriwig had put on his Cloak of Darkness and gone to the enemy's camp to explore the situation. Unfortunately the same idea had occurred at the same moment to the King of Barodia. He also had his Cloak of Darkness. Halfway across, to the utmost astonishment of both, the two Kings had come violently into contact. Realizing that they had met some unprecedented enchantment, they had hurried home after the recoil to consult their respective Chancellors. The Chancellors could make nothing of it. They could only advise their Majesties to venture another attempt on the following morning...

"But by a different route," said the Chancellors, "whereby the Magic Pillar shall be avoided." So by the more southerly path the two Kings ventured out next morning. Halfway across there was another violent collision, and both Kings sat down suddenly to think it out. "Wonder of wonders," said Merriwig. "There is a magic wall stretching between the two armies." "He stood up and holding up his hand said impressively: "_Bo, boll, bill, bole._ _Wo, woll----_" "Mystery of mysteries!" cried the King of Barodia. "It can----" He stopped suddenly. Both Kings coughed. They were remembering with some shame their fright of yesterday. "Who are you?" said the King of Barodia. Merriwig saw that there was need to dissemble. "His Majesty's swineherd," he said, in what he imagined might be a swineherd's voice. "Er--so am I," said the King of Barodia, rather feebly. There was obviously nothing for it but for them to discuss swine. Merriwig was comfortably ignorant of the subject. The King of Barodia knew rather less than that...

"Er--how many have you?" asked the latter. "Seven thousand," said Merriwig at random. "Er--so have I," said the King of Barodia, still more feebly. "Couples," explained Merriwig. "Mine are ones," said the King of Barodia, determined to be independent at last. Each King was surprised to find how easy it was to talk to an expert on his own subject. The King of Barodia, indeed, began to feel reckless. "Well," he said, "I must be getting back. It's--er--milking time." "So must I," said Merriwig. "By the way," he added, "what do you 

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