"He _shall_ have a medal!" promised Ozma, with a special smile for Nick Chopper who was one of her special favorites. "And when he needs a vacation from the Winkies, he can come here and be our official Pilot answerable only to me and to the Wizard!" "And I hereby present your Majesty with my two, splendid Ozoplanes--for exploring, for pleasure, or for warfare!" announced the little Wizard, extending both arms, dramatically. "But now you will have to excuse me, as the Tin Woodman and I are leaving at once!" "Leaving!" wailed Jellia, plumping down on a foot stool. "But you've only just returned!" "Can't help it," panted the Wizard, who seemed in a perfect phiz to be off, "I'll show you the Ozoplanes later, Ozma, but now--Goodbye! Goodbye, Dorothy! Goodbye Jellia! Take good care of Azarine till I return!" "But look--where are we going?" demanded Nick Chopper, as the Wizard seized his arm and marched him rapidly toward the door. "To find the Ozpril, of course!" explained the Wizard impatiently, as if that should have been clear to everybody! "To find the Ozpril and bring her back to the Emerald City!" "But think how high those Blowmen may have blown it?" worried Dorothy. "They may even have blown it to Bitz!" "Then we'll bring back the pieces," declared the Wizard, firmly. "How about coming along?" With a wink at Jellia Jam, he paused beside the Lion who was busy licking his front paws. "WHAT?" roared the Lion, springing up as if someone had shot him. With a thoroughly indignant glance at Ozma's little magician, he bolted through the curtains and was gone. "Just _not_ a flyer!" mused the Wizard, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, Goodbye, Friends! Farewell--all!" With an energetic nod he stepped through the door, pulling Nick along with him. "Couldn't you bring the Ozpril back with your magic belt?" questioned Dorothy, hurrying over to the window to watch the plane's take off. "I suppose so," answered Ozma, thoughtfully. "But they both are so fond of flying, they'd much rather _bring_ it back, themselves! I'm sure of it!" CHAPTER 20 Azarine Is Restored to Red Top From the castle window, the whole party cheered wildly as the Ozoplane, roaring with power, soared over the wall, over the tree tops and up, up, and up, till it vanished into the cloudless, blue sky. "My pie! I do hope Nick doesn't start claiming any more countries," sighed Jellia, drawing in her head reluctantly. "And for cake's sake why couldn't they have waited a few days? Of course the Tin Woodman is never tired, but Wiz certainly needed a rest after all we've been through!" "Never you mind about that!" Glinda patted the kind-hearted little Jellia on the shoulder. "The Wizard has his black bag along this time, and in that bag there is a cure for almost everything--even lack of sleep!"