“You must carry him on your back.  What is the use of your shell if you can’t do that!” said the chief steward.

“Won’t he be very heavy?” queried kurage again.

“You mustn’t mind that, for you are working for the Dragon King!” replied the chief steward.

“I will do my best then,” said the jellyfish, and he swam away from the palace and started off towards the Monkey Island.  Swimming swiftly he reached his destination in a few hours, and was landed by a convenient wave upon the shore.  On looking round he saw not far away a big pine-tree with drooping branches and on one of those branches was just what he was looking for—­a live monkey.

“I’m in luck!” thought the jellyfish.  “Now I must flatter the creature and try to entice him to come back with me to the palace, and my part will be done!”

So the jellyfish slowly walked towards the pine-tree.  In those ancient days the jellyfish had four legs and a hard shell like a tortoise.  When he got to the pine-tree he raised his voice and said: 

“How do you do, Mr. Monkey?  Isn’t it a lovely day?”

“A very fine day,” answered the monkey from the tree.  “I have never seen you in this part of the world before.  Where have you come from and what is your name?”

“My name is kurage or jellyfish.  I am one of the servants of the Dragon King.  I have heard so much of your beautiful island that I have come on purpose to see it,” answered the jellyfish.

“I am very glad to see you,” said the monkey.

“By-the-bye,” said the jellyfish, “have you ever seen the palace of the Dragon King of the Sea where I live?”

“I have often heard of it, but I have never seen it!” answered the monkey.

“Then you ought most surely to come.  It is a great pity for you to go through life without seeing it.  The beauty of the palace is beyond all description—­it is certainly to my mind the most lovely place in the world,” said the jellyfish.

“Is it so beautiful as all that?” asked the monkey in astonishment.

Then the jellyfish saw his chance, and went on describing to the best of his ability the beauty and grandeur of the Sea King’s palace, and the wonders of the garden with its curious trees of white, pink and red coral, and the still more curious fruits like great jewels hanging on the branches.  The monkey grew more and more interested, and as he listened he came down the tree step by step so as not to lose a word of the wonderful story.

“I have got him at last!” thought the jellyfish, but aloud he said: 

“Mr. Monkey, I must now go back.  As you have never seen the palace of the Dragon King, won’t you avail yourself of this splendid opportunity by coming with me?  I shall then be able to act as guide and show you all the sights of the sea, which will be even more wonderful to you—­a land-lubber.”

“I should love to go,” said the monkey, “but how am I to cross the water?  I can’t swim, as you surely know!”