The Halma men were not naturally lazy. They were, in the days before the coming of the Great Sloth, a most energetic and industrious people. Now that the Sloth was obliged to work eight hours a day, the weight of its constant and catching sleepiness was taken away, and the people set to work in good earnest. (I did explain, didn\'t I, that the Great Sloth\'s sleepiness really was catching, like measles?)

So now the Halma men were as busy as ants. Some dug the channel for the new stream, some set to work to restore the buildings, while others weeded the overgrown gardens and ploughed the deserted fields. The head Halma man painted in large letters on a column in the market-place these words:

\'This city is now called by its ancient name of Briskford. Any citizen found calling it[303] Somnolentia will not be allowed to wash in water for a week.\'

The head-man was full of schemes, the least of which was the lighting of the town by electricity, the power to be supplied by the Great Sloth.

\'He can\'t go on pumping eight hours a day,\' said the head-man; \'I can easily adjust the machine to all sorts of other uses.\'

In the evening a banquet was (of course) given to the Deliverers. The banquet was all pine-apple and water, because there had been no time to make or get anything else. But the speeches were very flattering; and Philip and Lucy were very pleased, more so than Brenda, who did not like pine-apple and made but little effort to conceal her disappointment. Max accepted bits of pine-apple, out of politeness, and hid them among the feet of the guests so that nobody\'s feelings should be hurt.

\'I don\'t know how we\'re to get back to the island,\' said Philip next day, \'now we\'ve lost the Lightning Loose.\'

\'I think we\'d better go back by way of Polistopolis,\' said Lucy, \'and find out who\'s been opening the books. If they go on they may let simply anything out. And if the worst comes to the worst, perhaps we could get some[304] one to help us to open the Teal book again and get the Teal out to cross to the island in.\'

\'Lu,\' said Philip with feeling, \'you\'re clever, really clever. No, I\'m not kidding. I mean it. And I\'m sorry I ever said you were only a girl. But how are we to get to Polistopolis?\'

It was a difficult problem. The head-man could offer no suggestions. It was Brenda who suggested asking the advice of the Great Sloth.

\'He is such a fine figure of an animal,\' she said admiringly; \'so handsome and distinguished-looking. I am sure he must have a really great mind. I always think good looks go with really great minds, don\'t you, dear Lucy?\'

\'We might as well,\' said Philip, \'if no one can think of anything else.\'

No one could. So they decided to take Brenda\'s advice.

Now that the Sloth worked every day it was not nearly so disagreeable as it had been when it slept so much.

The children approached it at the dinner hour and it listened patiently if drowsily to their question. When it had quite done, it reflected—or seemed to reflect; perhaps it had fallen asleep—until the town clock struck one, the time for resuming work. Then it got up and slouched towards its machine.[305]

\'Cucumbers,\' it said, and began to turn the handle of its wheel. They had to wait till tea-time to ask it what it meant, for in that town the rule about not speaking to the man at the wheel was strictly enforced.

\'Cucumbers,\' the Sloth repeated, and added a careful explanation. \'You sit on the end of any young cucumber which points in the desired direction, and when it has grown to its full length—say sixteen inches—why, then you are sixteen inches on your way.\'

\'But that\'s not much,\' said Lucy.

\'Every little helps,\' said the Sloth; \'more haste less speed. Then you wait till the cucumber seeds, and, when the new plants grow, you select the earliest cucumber that points in the desired direction and take your seat on it. By the end of the cucumber season you will be another sixteen—or with luck seventeen—inches on your way. Thirty-two inches in all, almost a yard. And thus you progress towards your goal, slowly but surely, like in politics.\'

\'Thank you very much,\' said Philip; \'we will think it over.\'

But it did not need much thought.

\'If we could get a motor car!\' said Philip. \'If you can get machines by wishing for them. . . .\'[306]

\'The very thing,\' said Lucy, \'let\'s find the head-man. We mustn\'t wish for a motor or we should have to go on using it. But perhaps there\'s some one here who\'d like to drive a motor—for his living, you know?\'

There was. A Halma man, with an inborn taste for machinery, had long pined to leave the gathering of pine-apples to others. He was induced to wish for a motor and a B.S.A. sixty horse-power car snorted suddenly in the place where a moment before no car was.

\'Oh, the luxury! This is indeed like home,\' sighed Brenda, curling up on the air-cushions.

And the children certainly felt a gloriously restful sensation. Nothing to be done; no need to think or bother. Just to sit quiet and be borne swiftly on through wonderful cities, all of which Philip vaguely remembered to have seen, small and near, and built by his own hands and Helen\'s.

[307]And so, at last, they came close to Polistopolis. Philip never could tell how it was that he stopped the car outside the city. It must have been some quite unaccountable instinct, because naturally, you know, when you are not used to being driven in motors, you like to dash up to the house you are going to, and enjoy your friends\' enjoyment of the grand way in which you have travelled. But Philip felt[309]—in that quite certain and quite unexplainable way in which you do feel things sometimes—that it was best to stop the car among the suburban groves of southernwood, and to creep into the town in the disguise afforded by motor coats, motor veils and motor goggles. (For of course all these had come with the motor car when it was wished for, because no motor car is complete without them.)
Philip felt that it was best to stop the car among the suburban groves of southernwood. Philip felt that it was best to stop the car among the suburban groves of southernwood.

They said good-bye warmly to the Halma motor man, and went quietly towards the town, Max and Brenda keeping to heel in the most praiseworthy way, and the parrot nestling inside Philip\'s jacket, for it was chilled by the long rush through the evening air.

And now the scattered houses and spacious gardens gave place to the streets of Polistopolis, the capital of the kingdom. And the streets were strangely deserted. The children both felt—in that quite certain and unexplainable way—that it would be unwise of them to go to the place where they had slept the last time they were in that city.

The whole party was very tired. Max walked with drooping tail, and Brenda was whining softly to herself from sheer weariness and weak-mindedness. The parrot alone was happy—or at least contented. Because it was asleep.[310]

At the corner of a little square planted with southernwood-trees in tubs, Philip called a halt.

\'Where shall we go?\' he said; \'let us put it to the vote.\'

And even as he spoke, he saw a dark form creeping along in the shadow of the houses.

\'Who goes there?\' Philip cried with proper spirit, and the answer surprised him, all the more that it was given with a kind of desperate bravado.

\'I go here; I, Plumbeus, Captain of the old Guard of Polistopolis.\'

\'Oh, it\'s you!\' cried Philip; \'I am glad. You can advise us. Where can we go to sleep? Somehow or other I don\'t care to go to the house where we stayed before.\'

The captain made no answer. He simply caught at the hands of Lucy and Philip, dragged them through a low arched doorway and, as soon as the long lengths of Brenda and Max had slipped through, closed the door.

\'Safe,\' he said in a breathless way, which made Philip feel that safety was the last thing one could count on at that moment.

\'Now, ............