"Oh, yes," they all chorused. "Extremely careful." "I hope so," said the King. "I hope so," said the Queen. "It would take us several days to get to the Lion's forest if we had to go around your country," said the Tin Woodman. "Very well," said the King. "The sooner you get started the better. It makes me very nervous to have you here. We had a high protective wall around us until a wicked witch zapped it off to some other realm out of spite. Now we are getting all kinds of riffraff wandering through our lands stepping on people willy-nilly. My army will escort you to the border to make sure you do not break anything, or anyone. If you do, my soldiers will attack you, for that is what they are trained to do." "You can rest assured," said Dorothy, "that we will take every precaution." As Dorothy spoke, she stepped back slightly to curtsy, but the heel of her shoe caught the Captain of the Guard's horse, causing it to rear up. The Captain dropped his sword with a clatter on the ground, breaking it into several pieces. "My sword! My sword!" he cried, looking at it in dismay. "Call the menders," ordered the King in a very loud voice. "Call the menders," echoed the Queen in an equally loud voice. The Captain of the Guard's face was red with anger and embarrassment. "Attack!" he shouted to his men. "Attack! Before they break us all up!" The soldiers rushed at the little group, poking at their feet and ankles with their swords and lances. Of course, this didn't bother the Tin Woodman. In fact, several more swords were broken as the soldiers jabbed at him. However, they did hurt Dorothy. It felt like someone was sticking needles in her feet and ankles. The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman attempted to defend Dorothy by waving their hands in the faces of the soldiers. "Run for it!" shouted the Tin Woodman. The three ran as fast as their legs would allow and soon outdistanced the soldiers. Fortunately, they had run across a flat area devoid of houses and people. Otherwise they could have caused great damage. As they ran, they noticed the ground getting steeper and more slippery. Large china boulders were scattered everywhere. To make matters worse, a mist suddenly descended, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of them. The terrain rose sharply as they felt their way around some large rocks. The Tin Woodman slipped and fell several times, but, of course, didn't hurt himself. However, the going was getting rough, and Dorothy was getting tired. The voices of the soldiers could now be heard in the distance, but through the mist Dorothy caught a glimpse of a little path winding its way up the mountain. "Quick! Over this way," she said to her companions. The three managed to make their way over to the path. The mountain path was a bit slippery, but not too steep. It was certainly a lot easier going.