“I wouldn’t care to be in his place,” said our friend to himself. “I would rather hunt for the Blue Bird, any day!”
Meanwhile, the little seeker after justice went away sobbing, frightened out of his life by Mr. Time.
The excitement was now at its height. The Children ran all over the hall: those who were going packed up their inventions; those who were staying behind had a thousand requests to make:
“Will you write to me?”
“They say one can’t!”
“Oh, try, do try!”
“Announce my idea!”
“Goodbye, Jean. … Goodbye, Pierre!”
“Have you forgotten anything?”
“Don’t lose your ideas!”
“Try to tell us if it’s nice!”
“Enough! Enough!” roared Time, in a huge voice, shaking his big keys and his terrible scythe, “Enough! The anchor’s weighed. …”
Then the Children climbed into the gold galley, with the beautiful white silk sails. They waved their hands again to the little friends whom they were leaving behind them; but, on seeing the earth in the distance, they cried out, gladly:
“Earth! Earth! … I can see it! …”
“How bright it is! …”
“How big it is! …”
And, at the same time, as though coming from the abyss, a song rose, a distant song of gladness and expectation.
Light, who was listening with a smile, saw the look of astonishment on Tyltyl’s face and bent over him:
“It is the song of the mothers coming out to meet them,” she said.
At that moment, Time, who had shut the doors, saw our friends and rushed at them angrily, shaking his scythe at them.
“Hurry!” said Light. “Hurry! Take the Blue Bird, Tyltyl, and go in front of me with Mytyl.”
She put into the boy’s arms a bird which she held hidden under her cloak and, all radiant, spreading her dazzling veil with her two hands, she ran on, protecting her charges from the onslaught of Time.
In this way, they passed through several turquoise and sapphire galleries. It was magnificently beautiful, but they were in the Kingdom of the Future, where Time was the great master, and they must escape from his anger which they had braved.
Mytyl was terribly frightened and Tyltyl kept nervously turning round to Light.
“Don’t be afraid,” she said. “I am the only person whom Time has respected since the world began. Only mind that you take care of the Blue Bird. He’s gorgeous! He is quite, quite blue!”
This thought enraptured the boy. He felt the precious treasure fluttering in his arms; his hands dared not press the pretty creature’s soft, warm wings; and his heart beat against its heart. This time, he held the Blue Bird! Nothing could touch it, because it was given to him by Light herself. What a triumph when he returned home! …
He was so bewildered by his happiness that he hardly knew where he was going; his joy rang a victorious peal in his head that made him feel giddy; he was mad with pride; and this, worse luck, made him lose his coolness and his presence of mind! They were just about to cross the threshold of the palace, when a gust of wind swept through the entrance-hall, lifting up Light’s veil and at last revealing the two Children to the eyes of Time, who was still pursuing them. With a roar of rage, he darted his scythe at Tyltyl, who cried out. Light warded off the blow; and the door of the palace closed behind them with a thud. They were saved! … But alas, Tyltyl, taken by surprise, had opened his arms and now, through his tears, saw the Bird of the Future soaring above their heads, mingling with the azure sky its dream-wings so blue, so light and so transparent that soon the boy could make out nothing more. …
VI
In the Temple of Light
Tyltyl had enjoyed himself thoroughly in the Kingdom of the Future. He had seen many wonderful things and thousands of little playfellows and then, without taking the least pains or trouble, had found the Blue Bird in his arms in the most magical way. He had never pictured anything more beautiful, more blue or brilliant; and he still felt it fluttering against his heart and kept hugging his arms to his breast as though the Blue Bird were there.
Alas, it had vanished like a dream!
He was thinking sadly of this latest disappointment as he walked hand-in-hand with Light. They were back in the Temple and were going to the vaults where the Animals and Things had been shut up. What a sight met their eyes! The wretches had eaten and drunk such a lot that they were lying on the floor quite tipsy! Tylô himself had lost all his dignity. He had rolled under the table and was snoring like a porpoise. His instinct remained; and the sound of the door made him prick up his ears. He opened one eye, but his sight was troubled by all that he had had to drink and he did not know his little master when he saw him. He dragged himself to his feet with a great effort, turned round several times and then dropped on the floor again with a grunt of satisfaction.
Bread and the others were as bad; and the only exception was the Cat, who was sitting up prettily on a marble and gold bench and seemed in full possession of her senses. She sprang nimbly to the ground and stepped up to Tyltyl with a smile:
“I have been longing to see you,” she said, “for I have been very unhappy among all these vulgar people. They first drank all the wine and then started shouting and singing and dancing, quarrelling and fighting and making such a noise that I was very glad when, at last, they fell into a tipsy sleep.”
The children praised her warmly for her good behaviour. As a matter of fact, there was no great merit in this, for she could not stand anything stronger than milk; but we are seldom rewarded when
