'Dare we?' said Anthea.'Would mother mind?'
'I have dared greatly for your sakes,' remarked the bird.
'Well, then, we will,' said Robert.
The Phoenix fluffed out its feathers joyously.
'Nor shall you regret it, children of golden hearts,' it said.
'Quick--spread the carpet and leave me alone; but first pile high the fire.Then, while I am immersed in the sacred preliminary rites, do ye prepare sweet-smelling woods and spices for the last act of parting.'
The children spread out what was left of the carpet.And, after all, though this was just what they would have wished to have happened, all hearts were sad.Then they put half a scuttle of coal on the fire and went out, closing the door on the Phoenix--left, at last, alone with the carpet.
'One of us must keep watch,' said Robert, excitedly, as soon as they were all out of the room, 'and the others can go and buy sweet woods and spices.Get the very best that money can buy, and plenty of them.Don't let's stand to a threepence or so.I want it to have a jolly good send-off.It's the only thing that'll make us feel less horrid inside.'
It was felt that Robert, as the pet of the Phoenix, ought to have the last melancholy pleasure of choosing the materials for its funeral pyre.
'I'll keep watch if you like,' said Cyril.'I don't mind.And, besides, it's raining hard, and my boots let in the wet.You might call and see if my other ones are "really reliable" again yet.'
So they left Cyril, standing like a Roman sentinel outside the door inside which the Phoenix was getting ready for the great change, and they all went out to buy the precious things for the last sad rites.
'Robert is right,' Anthea said; 'this is no time for being careful about our money.Let's go to the stationer's first, and buy a whole packet of lead-pencils.They're cheaper if you buy them by the packet.'
This was a thing that they had always wanted to do, but it needed the great excitement of a funeral pyre and a parting from a beloved Phoenix to screw them up to the extravagance.
The people at the stationer's said that the pencils were real cedar-wood, so I hope they were, for stationers should always speak the truth.At any rate they cost one-and-fourpence.Also they spent sevenpence three-farthings on a little sandal-wood box inlaid with ivory.
'Because,' said Anthea, 'I know sandalwood smells sweet, and when it's burned it smells very sweet indeed.'
'Ivory doesn't smell at all,' said Robert, 'but I expect when you burn it it smells most awful vile, like bones.'
At the grocer's they bought all the spices they could remember the names of--shell-like mace, cloves like blunt nails, peppercorns, the long and the round kind; ginger, the dry sort, of course; and the beautiful bloom-covered shells of fragrant cinnamon.Allspice too, and caraway seeds (caraway seeds that smelt most deadly when the time came for burning them).
Camphor and oil of lavender were bought at the chemist's, and also a little scent sachet labelled 'Violettes de Parme'.
They took the things home and found Cyril still on guard.When they had knocked and the golden voice of the Phoenix had said 'Come in,' they went in.
There lay the carpet--or what was left of it--and on it lay an egg, exactly like the one out of which the Phoenix had been hatched.
The Phoenix was walking round and round the egg, clucking with joy and pride.
'I've laid it, you see,' it said, 'and as fine an egg as ever Ilaid in all my born days.'
Every one said yes, it was indeed a beauty.
The things which the children had bought were now taken out of their papers and arranged on the table, and when the Phoenix had been persuaded to leave its egg for a moment and look at the materials for its last fire it was quite overcome.
'Never, never have I had a finer pyre than this will be.You shall not regret it,' it said, wiping away a golden tear.'Write quickly: "Go and tell the Psammead to fulfil the last wish of the Phoenix, and return instantly".'
