Sometimes he spoke of his past.  He told his pages about his travels, his struggles, his suffering.  He told them how he had struggles with the waves of a stormy sea, and about the fish from whose stomach he had rescued his father Geppetto.  He recalled his dear Fatina, that gentle and beautiful lady with the blue hair, and, placing his hand upon his breast, took an oath, as emperor and king, that we would have her come to Africa.  That thought made him happy, and he went on to describe the feast they would have on her arrival.  He had resolved to make her queen of one of his states.

Marameho shared the joy of his emperor, but a cloud of sadness came over his face when he heard him build these castles in the air, and make such plans for the future.  The poor boy had already seen too many changes to believe that anything in the world would last long.  He was aware that his emperor was in grave danger, but he did not dare to warn him.

However, events quickly ran their course.  The preparations were completed, and on a bright, sunny day, Pinocchio the First, Emperor and King of all the African kings, took his place upon a litter made of branches, which was borne aloft by four robust men.  Following these came all the ministers, and the day’s march was begun.

Wherever they went, there was loud applause for the emperor.  The mothers were pleased because their ruler had promised to stop compulsory instruction.  They expressed their thanks in flattering words, some of which reached the emperor’s ears.

“How fine is that wooden head!” said one.  “It is easy to see that he is a king of great endurance!  They say he can jump wonderfully — just like a marionette!”

Toward evening the tents were erected.  In the largest of these Pinocchio gave a supper to all the ministers, a splendid supper which lasted till late that night.  A blazing fire protected the court against the attacks of wild animals and the cold of the night.

The ministers retired about midnight.  Pinocchio, left alone, began to walk up and down in his tent, with his hands behind him and his head lowered.  He had seen at school a picture of the great Napoleon in the same attitude.

He thought of his stay in Africa, and of the strange things which had befallen him.  He thought of the treasures he had not yet found.  While pondering on all these things he approached the entrance of the tent, and in the faint light of the dying fire, he saw a group of men huddled together.  Drawing nearer, he heard them talking.

“If things go well, as I hope they will, we shall gather many presents,” the prime minister was saying.  “It cannot be denied that he is attractive, and I am sure that all our people will vie with each other in making gifts.  Therefore, I entreat you to be patient.  When the visit is ended we will share what has been gathered.”

After a long silence, interrupted only by the roar of a lion prowling about, the prime minister continued:  “As for him, we will dispatch him in the quickest way.  If he were not of wood,” he added in a deep voice, “he would be good roasted, but — "