Ruggedo had no fear of Files or Ozga, but to be on the safe side he had ordered golden handcuffs placed upon their wrists.

These did not cause them any great annoyance but prevented them from making an attack, had they been inclined to do so.
The Nome King, thinking himself wholly master of the situation, was laughing and jeering at his prisoners when Polychrome, exquisitely beautiful and dancing like a ray of light, entered the cavern.
"Oho!" cried the King; "a Rainbow under ground, eh ?" and then he stared hard at Polychrome, and still harder, and then he sat up and pulled the wrinkles out of his robe and arranged his whiskers.

"On my word," said he, "you are a very captivating creature; moreover, I perceive you are a fairy." "I am Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter," she said proudly.
"Well," replied Ruggedo, "I like you.

The others I hate.

I hate everybody--but you! Wouldn't you like to live always in this beautiful cavern, Polychrome?
See! the jewels that stud the walls have every tint and color of your Rainbow--and they are not so elusive.