Zog's cruel designs upon our lives and happiness are becoming too dangerous for us to endure.

The golden sword now bears a fairy charm, and by its aid I will cut a way through our enemies.

Are you ready and willing to follow me ?" "Of course we are!" cried Trot.
"It don't seem 'zactly right to ask a lady to do the fightin'," remarked Cap'n Bill, "but magic ain't my strong p'int, and it seems to be yours, ma'am.

So swim ahead, and we'll wiggle the same way you do, an' try to wiggle out of our troubles." "If I chance to fail," said the Queen, "try not to blame me.

I will do all in my power to provide for our escape, and I am willing to risk everything, because I well know that to remain here will mean to perish in the end." "That's all right," said Trot with fine courage.