13 Mustafa's Blue Magic 14 Flying in a Deluge 15 Mustafa Keeps Watch 16 A Fall from the Sky 17 The Stone Man of Oz 18 Notta's Last Disguise 19 In the Emerald City 20 The Cowardly Lion's Peril 21 Oz Magic Triumphs 22 A Happy Home in Oz Chapter 1 Mustafa of Mudge "Tazzywaller, I must have another lion," said Mustafa of Mudge, giving his blue whiskers a terrible tweak. "Another lion, Tazzywaller, at once!" "Your Highness already has nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lions and a half!" said Tazzywaller bowing humbly. "Oh, that!" interrupted Mustafa impatiently. "Very careless of you, Tazzywaller, to bring me half a lion--the wrong half, too! Monstrous annoying to see the back legs and tail of a lion jumping about in the reservation. Unnatural, I call it." "But, your Highness will remember that had not a fortunate blow of my scimitar cut off the right half of the lion I would have been devoured, eaten, destroyed!" Tazzywaller's eyes bulged at the unhappy recollection. "I'd have endeavored to console myself," sniffed Mustafa disagreeably, "and Panapee would make an excellent chamberlain. But this is wasting time. I must have another lion. A lion, I tell you, at once!" Mustafa's voice rose to a roar. Springing from his throne, he began stamping first one foot, then the other. The round face of poor Tazzywaller grew paler at each stamp. "But there are no more lions in Mudge," he pleaded. "Your Highness must know that. The royal hunters have tracked them all down, and even if there were more, we cannot afford another single lion. I beg of your Highness to consider the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine already eating us out of our sandals. The Mudgers are complaining of the lion tax--" "Silence!" screamed Mustafa, jumping into the air so that he could stamp both feet at the same time. "You're making most of the noise yourself," said Tazzywaller sulkily. "What is all this arguing about?" demanded a sleepy voice, and through a curtain at the back of the apartment appeared the huge, turbaned head of Mixtuppa, Queen of Mudge. "Lions! your Majesty," sighed the chief chamberlain, looking uneasily at Mustafa's wife, who was even more unreasonable than her royal husband. "His Highness desires another lion." "Well, why don't you get him one? You know I can't stand this stamping," wheezed Mixtuppa irritably. "Neither can I," grumbled Mustafa. "It hurts my royal feet." "No one asked you to stamp. Why don't you stop it?" sniffed Tazzywaller. "Will you get me the lion?" asked Mustafa, pausing with foot upraised. "I would if there were any more, but there _are_ no more lions in Mudge!" wailed Tazzywaller. Down came Mustafa's foot with a terrible stamp.