The Island of Regos was ten miles wide and forty miles long and it was ruled by a big
and powerful King named Gos. Near to the shores were green and fertile fields, but
farther back from the sea were rugged hills and mountains, so rocky that nothing would
grow there. But in these mountains were mines of gold and silver, which the slaves of the
King were forced to work, being confined in dark underground passages for that purpose.
In the course of time huge caverns had been hollowed out by the slaves, in which they
lived and slept, never seeing the light of day. Cruel overseers with whips stood over these
poor people, who had been captured in many countries by the raiding parties of King
Cos, and the overseers were quite willing to lash the slaves with their whips if they
faltered a moment in their work.
Between the green shores and the mountains were forests of thick, tangled trees, between
which narrow paths had been cut to lead up to the caves of the mines. It was on the level
green meadows, not far from the ocean, that the great City of Regos had been built,
wherein was located the palace of the King. This city was inhabited by thousands of the
fierce warriors of Gos, who frequently took to their boats and spread over the sea to the
neighboring islands to conquer and pillage, as they had done at Pingaree. When they were
not absent on one of these expeditions, the City of Regos swarmed with them and so
became a dangerous place for any peaceful person to live in, for the warriors were as
lawless as their King.
The Island of Coregos lay close beside the Island of Regos; so close, indeed, that one
might have thrown a stone from one shore to another. But Coregos was only half the size
of Regos and instead of being mountainous it was a rich and pleasant country, covered
with fields of grain. The fields of Coregos furnished food for the warriors and citizens of
both countries, while the mines of Regos made them all rich.
Coregos was ruled by Queen Cor, who was wedded to King Gos; but so stern and cruel
was the nature of this Queen that the people could not decide which of their sovereigns
they dreaded most.
Queen Cor lived in her own City of Coregos, which lay on that side of her island facing
Regos, and her slaves, who were mostly women, were made to plow the land and to plant
and harvest the grain.
From Regos to Coregos stretched a bridge of boats, set close together, with planks laid
across their edges for people to walk upon. In this way it was easy to pass from one
island to the other and in times of danger the bridge could be quickly removed.
The native inhabitants of Regos and Coregos consisted of the warriors, who did nothing
but fight and ravage, and the trembling servants who waited on them. King Gos and
Queen Cor were at war with all the rest of the world. Other islanders hated and feared
them, for their slaves were badly treated and absolutely no mercy was shown to the weak
or ill.
When the boats that had gone to Pingaree returned loaded with rich plunder and a host of
captives, there was much rejoicing in Regos and Coregos and the King and Queen gave a
