“Not to us,” was the reply.  “The swordfishes are among our most valued and faithful servants, guarding the entrances to the gardens which surround our palaces.  If any creatures try to enter uninvited, these guards fight them and drive them away.  Their swords are sharp and strong, and they are fierce fighters, I assure you.”

“I’ve known ’em to attack ships, an’ stick their swords right through the wood,” said Cap’n Bill.

“Those belonged to the wandering tribes of swordfishes,” explained the Princess.  “These, who are our servants, are too sensible and intelligent to attack ships.”

The band now headed into a broad passage through the “gardens,” as the mermaids called these gorgeous groves, and the great swordfishes guarding the entrance made way for them to pass, afterward resuming their posts with watchful eyes.  As they slowly swam along the avenue, Trot noticed that some of the bushes seemed to have fruits growing upon them, but what these fruits might be neither she nor Cap’n Bill could guess.

The way wound here and there for some distance, till finally they came to a more open space all carpeted with sea flowers of exquisite colorings.  Although Trot did not know it, these flowers resembled the rare orchids of earth in their fanciful shapes and marvelous hues.  The child did not examine them very closely, for across the carpet of flowers loomed the magnificent and extensive palaces of the mermaids.

These palaces were built of coral; white, pink and yellow being used, and the colors arranged in graceful designs.  The front of the main palace, which now faced them, had circular ends connecting the straight wall, not unlike the architecture we are all familiar with; yet there seemed to be no windows to the building, although a series of archways served as doors.

Arriving at one of the central archways, the band of sea maidens separated.  Princess Clia and Merla leading Trot and Cap’n Bill into the palace, while the other mermaids swam swiftly away to their own quarters.

“Welcome!” said Clia in her sweet voice.  “Here you are surrounded only by friends and are in perfect safety.  Please accept our hospitality as freely as you desire, for we consider you honored guests.  I hope you will like our home,” she added a little shyly.

“We are sure to, dear Princess,” Trot hastened to say.

Then Clia escorted them through the archway and into a lofty hall.  It was not a mere grotto, but had smoothly built walls of pink coral inlaid with white.  Trot at first thought there was no roof, for looking upward she could see the water all above them.  But the princess, reading her thought, said with a smile, “Yes, there is a roof, or we would be unable to keep all the sea people out of our palace.  But the roof is made of glass to admit the light.”

“Glass!” cried the astonished child.  “Then it must be an awful big pane of glass.”

“It is,” agreed Clia.  “Our roofs are considered quite wonderful, and we owe them to the fairy powers of our queen.  Of course, you understand there is no natural way to make glass under water.”