Trot and Button-Bright had now become worried and anxious, for they
knew if they were tossed over the edge of the island they would be
killed. Cap'n Bill frowned and set his jaws tight together. The old
sailor had made up his mind to make a good fight for his boy and
girl, as well as for his own life, if he was obliged to do so.
The twelve Counselors then voted, and when the vote was counted, Tourmaline announced that six had voted to allow the strangers to remain and six to toss them over the bushes. "We seem evenly divided on this matter," remarked the Queen with a puzzled look at her Council.
Trot thought the pretty Queen was their friend, so she said, "Of
course you'll have the deciding vote, then, you being the Ruler."
"Oh no," replied Tourmaline. "Since I have asked these good people
to advise me, it would be impolite to side against some of them and
with the others. That would imply that the judgment of some of my
Counselors is wrong, and the judgment of others right. I must ask
someone else to cast the deciding vote."
"Who will it be, then?" inquired Trot. "Can't I do it? Or Cap'n Bill
or Button-Bright?"
Tourmaline smiled and shook her head, while all the Counselors
murmured their protests.
"Let Trot do it
Or you'll rue it!"
advised the parrot, and then he barked like a dog and made them all
jump.
"Let me think a moment," said the Queen, resting her chin on her
hand.
"A Pink can think
As quick's a wink!"
the parrot declared. But Tourmaline's thoughts required time, and
all her Counselors remained silent and watched her anxiously.
At last she raised her head and said, "I shall call upon Rosalie the
Witch. She is wise and honest and will decide the matter justly."
The Pinkies seemed to approve this choice, so Tourmaline rose and
took a small, pink paper parcel from a drawer. In it was a pink
powder, which she scattered upon the seat of a big armchair. Then
she lighted this powder, which at first flashed vivid pink and then
filled all the space around the chair with a thick, pink cloud of
smoke. Presently the smoke cleared away, when they all saw seated
within the chair Rosalie the Witch.
This famous woman was much like the other Pinkies in appearance
except that she was somewhat taller and not quite so fat as most of
the people. Her skin and hair and eyes were all of a rosy, pink
color, and her gown was of spiderweb gauze that nicely matched her
complexion. She did not seem very old, for her features were smiling
and attractive and pleasant to view. She held in her hand a slender
staff tipped with a lustrous pink jewel.
All the Pinkies present bowed very respectfully to Rosalie, who
returned the salutation with a dignified nod. Then Tourmaline began
to explain the presence of the three strangers and the difficulty of
deciding what to do with them.
"I have summoned you here that you may cast the deciding vote," added the Queen. "What shall we do, Rosalie, allow them to remain here as honored guests, or toss them over the bushes into the sky?"
Rosalie, during Tourmaline's speech, had been attentively examining
the faces of the three Earth people. Now she said,
"Before I decide, I must see who these strangers are. I will follow
their adventures in a vision to discover if they have told you the
truth. And in order that you may all share my knowledge, you shall
see the vision as I see it." She then bowed her head and closed her
eyes.
"Rock-a-bye, baby, on a treetop; Don't wake her up, or the vision will stop,"
muttered the parrot, but no one paid any attention to the noisy
bird.
Gradually, a pink mist formed in the air about the Witch, and in
this mist the vision began to appear.