The King of Gilgad wakened to find the door of Inga's room fast shut and
locked, but he had no trouble in opening his own door into the corridor,
for it seems that the boy's room, which was the middle one, whirled
around on a pivot, while the adjoining rooms occupied by Bilbil and
Rinkitink remained stationary. The little King also found a breakfast
magically served in his room, and while he was eating it, Klik came to
him and stated that His Majesty, King Kaliko, desired his presence in
the royal cavern.

So Rinkitink, having first made sure that the Pink Pearl was still in
his vest pocket, willingly followed Klik, who ran on some distance
ahead. But no sooner had Rinkitink set foot in the passage than a great
rock, weighing at least a ton, became dislodged and dropped from the
roof directly over his head. Of course, it could not harm him, protected
as he was by the Pink Pearl, and it bounded aside and crashed upon the
floor, where it was shattered by its own weight.

"How careless!" exclaimed the little King, and waddled after Klik, who
seemed amazed at his escape.

Presently another rock above Rinkitink plunged downward, and then
another, but none touched his body. Klik seemed much perplexed at these
continued escapes and certainly Kaliko was surprised when Rinkitink,
safe and sound, entered the royal cavern.

"Good morning," said the King of Gilgad. "Your rocks are getting loose,
Kaliko, and you'd better have them glued in place before they hurt
someone." Then he began to chuckle: "Hoo, hoo, hoo-hee, hee-heek, keek,
eek!" and Kaliko sat and frowned because he realized that the little fat
King was poking fun at him.

"I asked Your Majesty to come here," said the Nome King, "to show you a
curious skein of golden thread which my workmen have made. If it pleases
you, I will make you a present of it."

With this he held out a small skein of glittering gold twine, which was
really pretty and curious. Rinkitink took it in his hand and at once the
golden thread began to unwind--so swiftly that the eye could not follow
its motion. And, as it unwound, it coiled itself around Rinkitink's
body, at the same time weaving itself into a net, until it had enveloped
the little King from head to foot and placed him in a prison of gold.

"Aha!" cried Kaliko; "_this_ magic worked all right, it seems."

"Oh, did it?" replied Rinkitink, and stepping forward he walked right
through the golden net, which fell to the floor in a tan