arts with the sorcery
of her beauty.

CHAPTER LVIII.

THE DEATH OF BHOOLMAKAR.

General Flathootly, with his command of 10,000 fletyemings, who was
ordered to pursue and capture the ex-king Bhoolmakar, returned to
Calnogor after a month's absence to report the death of King
Bhoolmakar and Koshnili, together with several hundred of their
followers, and the capture of several thousand wayleals as prisoners.

At a special interview with the general I requested him to report the
story of his defeat of the king's troops and the death of the king.

"Well, yer majesty," said Flathootly, "Oi must first of all
congratulate you on ascendin' the throne of the inimy. It was the
shmartest bit of work Oi've seen iver since Oi lift the other
wurruld."

"The troops behaved nobly," I said, "but I am all anxiety to hear how
you captured the king."

"Well, thin, yer majesty, Oi kim up to him at a place called Gapthis,
about 1,500 miles from here, away beyant on the wild say-shore."

"Had he a large force with him?" I asked.

"Bedad an' he had. He had a body-guard of about 5,000 wayleals, but
shure, we made short work of the flyin' sojers."

"Well, tell me exactly what happened," I said.

"Troth, an' Oi will, yer majesty; shure our flyin' sailors are darlin'
fellows! We skirmished up to the inimy until we got him between us an'
the say an' thin we fell to. The bloody rascals tried to spear us, an'
did kill about a dozen or two of the bhoys, but we touched thim up
lively wid our pitchforks, an' begorra they didn't loike that at all,
at all.

"A wee red-faced captain called out that they were goin' to fight for
their king to the last. 'How long are ye goin' to last yerself,
sonny?' says Oi, an' afore the words were out of me mouth somebody
laid the wee fellow out as nate as a funeral. Well, we fell upon thim
front an' rear, as the sayin' is, an' be jabers, Oi killed a man wid
the first blow.

"'Walk right into thim!' Oi shouted, an' there we wor, fightin' an'
slashin' an' killin' wan another as if it wor a mere matther of
business. If the king's sojers flew up, why, we flew up too, an'
chased thim down ag'in. It was loike a pandemonium of fightin' cocks.

"There was a big fellow who made a slash at me wid his sword, but Oi
lifted him on me fork, an' he very nicely showed me the whites of his
eyes. The best part of the performance was ould Bhooly, who had
himself in the middle of his body-guard, an', waving a toy sw