The Ickabog(57)

Daisy found it strange to be talking like this about a time when the Ickabog wouldn’t be alive, but the Ickabog didn’t seem to mind.

“Then what can we do?” it asked her, its big eyes anxious.

“Ickabog,” said Daisy cautiously, “people are dying all over Cornucopia. They’re starving to death, and even being murdered, all because some evil men made everyone believe you wanted to kill people.”

“I did want to kill people, until I met you four,” said the Ickabog.

“But now you’ve changed,” said Daisy. She got to her feet and faced the Ickabog, holding both of its paws. “Now you understand that people — most people, anyway — aren’t cruel or wicked. They’re mostly sad, and tired, Ickabog. And if they knew you — how kind you are, how gentle, how all you eat is mushrooms, they’d understand how stupid it is to fear you. I’m sure they’d want you and your Ickaboggles to leave the marsh, and go back to the meadows where your ancestors lived, where there are bigger, better mushrooms, and for your Ickaboggles to live with us as our friends.”

“You want me to leave the marsh?” said the Ickabog. “To go among men, with their guns and their spears?”

“Ickabog, please listen,” begged Daisy. “If your Ickaboggles are Bornded surrounded by hundreds of people, all wanting to love and protect them, wouldn’t that feed them more hope than any Ickaboggle ever had, in history? Whereas, if the four of us stay here on the marsh and starve to death, what hope will remain for your Ickaboggles?”

The monster stared at Daisy, and Bert, Martha, and Roderick watched, wondering what on earth was happening. At last, a huge tear welled in the Ickabog’s eye, like a glass apple.

“I’m afraid to go among the men. I’m afraid they’ll kill me and my Ickaboggles.”

“They won’t,” said Daisy, letting go of the Ickabog’s paws and placing her hands instead on either side of the Ickabog’s huge, hairy face, so her fingers were buried in its long marsh-weedy hair. “I swear to you, Ickabog, we’ll protect you. Your Bornding will be the most important in history. We’re going to bring Ickabogs back … and Cornucopia too.”





The Ickabog and Daisy would draw a little ahead of the others.

By Madeline, Age 12





When Daisy first told the others her plan, Bert refused to be part of it.

“Protect that monster? I won’t,” he said fiercely. “I took a vow to kill it, Daisy. The Ickabog murdered my father!”

“Bert, it didn’t,” Daisy said. “It’s never killed anyone. Please listen to what it’s got to say!”

So that night in the cave, Bert, Martha, and Roderick drew close to the Ickabog for the first time, always having been too scared before, and it told the four humans the story of the night, years before, when it had come face-to-face with a man in the fog.

“… with yellow face hair,” said the Ickabog, pointing at its own upper lip.

“A moustache?” suggested Daisy.

“And a twinkly sword.”

“Jeweled,” said Daisy. “It must have been the king.”

“And who else did you meet?” asked Bert.

“Nobody,” said the Ickabog. “I ran away and hid behind a boulder. Men killed all my ancestors. I was afraid.”

“Well, then, how did my father die?” demanded Bert.

“Was your Icker the one who was shot by the big gun?” asked the Ickabog.

“Shot?” repeated Bert, turning pale. “How do you know this, if you’d run away?”

“I was looking out from behind the boulder,” said the Ickabog. “Ickabogs can see well in fog. I was frightened. I wanted to see what the men were doing on the marsh. One man was shot by another man.”

“Flapoon!” burst out Roderick, at last. He’d been afraid to tell Bert before now, but he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Bert, I once heard my father tell my mother he owed his promotion to Lord Flapoon and his blunderbuss. I was really young … I didn’t realize what he meant, at the time … I’m sorry I never told you, I … I was afraid of what you’d say.”

Bert said nothing at all for several minutes. He was remembering that terrible night in the Blue Parlor, when he’d found his father’s cold, dead hand and pulled it from beneath the Cornucopian flag for his mother to kiss. He remembered Spittleworth saying that they couldn’t see his father’s body, and he remembered Lord Flapoon spraying him and his mother with pie crumbs, as he said how much he’d always liked Major Beamish. Bert put a hand to his chest, where his father’s medal lay close against his skin, turned to Daisy, and said in a low voice:

“All right. I’m with you.”

So the four humans and the Ickabog began to put Daisy’s plan into operation, acting quickly, because the snow was melting fast, and they feared the return of the soldiers to the Marshlands.

First they took the enormous, empty wooden platters that had borne the cheese, pies, and pastries they’d already eaten, and Daisy carved words into them. Next, the Ickabog helped the two boys pull the wagon out of the mud, while Martha collected as many mushrooms as she could find, to keep the Ickabog well fed on the journey south.