Fantasy fiction; Oz (Imaginary place) -- Juvenile fiction
Leaving the Country for a moment, they all ran to welcome the good
Sorceress of Oz. Glinda’s reports were most satisfactory. Ruggedo had
walked straight back to the Emerald City, stepped into the yawning
cavern, and immediately the palace had settled firmly upon its old
foundations. Then had come a muffled explosion, and when Glinda and
Dorothy ran through the secret passage, which had been discovered
meanwhile by the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, they saw Ruggedo,
shrunken to his former size, sitting angrily on his sixth rock of
history.
“I have locked him up in the palace,” finished Glinda, “and I strongly
advise your Highness to punish him severely.”
Ozma sighed. “What would you do?” she asked, appealing to the Scarecrow.
So many things had come up for her attention and advice in the last few
hours that the little fairy ruler felt positively dizzy.
“Let’s all sit down in a circle and think,” proposed the Scarecrow
cheerfully. This they all did except Kabumpo, who stood off glumly by
himself. Peg was looking anxiously at Pompadore, for the Elegant
Elephant had told her of Ozma’s refusal, and wondering sadly what she
could do to help, when the Scarecrow bounced up impulsively.
“I have it,” chuckled the Straw Man. “Let’s send Ruggedo off on the
Runaway Country. He deserves to be banished and, if Ozma makes the
Country an Island, he can do no harm.”
Here Ozma had to stop and explain to Glinda about the Country that
wanted to be an Island, and after a short consultation they decided to
take the Scarecrow’s advice.
“Just as soon as I reach the Emerald City I’ll put on my Magic Belt and
wish him onto the Island,” declared Ozma. “And I think we’d better go
right straight back,” she added thoughtfully, “for it’s growing darker
every minute and Dorothy will be anxious to hear everything that’s
happened.”
“Now you”—Ozma tapped Pompadore gently on the arm—“You must start at
once for Sun Top Mountain. I’m going to ask the Question Box just where
it is.”
Pompa sighed deeply, and when Ozma consulted the Question Box as to the
location of Sun Top Mountain, it stated that this Kingdom was in the
very Centre of the North Winkie Country. “That’s fine,” said Ozma,
clapping her hands. “I’ll have the Runaway country carry you over the
Deadly Desert, and as soon as you have married the Princess you must
bring her to see me in the Emerald City.”
“What’s all this?” demanded Kabumpo, pricking up his ears.
“The Question Box says I must marry the Princess of Sun Top Mountain,”
said Pompa, getting up wearily.
“Well, Great Grump, why couldn’t it have said so before?” asked Kabumpo
shrilly.
“You never asked it,” snapped Wag, twitching his nose. “I told you Ozma
wasn’t the Princess mentioned in the scroll!”
“Now don’t quarrel,” begged Peg Amy, jumping up hastily. “There’s still
plenty of time to save Pumperdink. Come along, Pompa.”
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