Fantasy fiction; Oz (Imaginary place) -- Juvenile fiction
"Hah! but don't forget, Jinnicky's a wizard," sniffed Kabumpo, pulling
in his belt a few inches, "and nobody can keep a good wizard down.
Besides," Kabumpo dragged his robe a bit to the left and straightened
his head-piece, "once inside that castle, we can use some of the Red
Jinn's own magic to help him."
"Magic? Why, of course, I'd forgotten about that." Randy's face cleared
and brightened and seeing Planetty and Thun so eager and unafraid
beside him, he girded on his sword and standing upright on Kabumpo's
back, gave the signal to start. As they trod up the hundred red glass
steps they could hear windows and doors slamming, the patter of running
feet and the tinkle of the hundred glass chimes in the tower. But step
by step, and without a pause, Thun and Kabumpo mounted to the top.
"Beware! Beware, Gludwig the Glubrious! Here march Kabumpty and Thun,
Slandy and Planetty, Princess of Anuther Planet. Friends, equals and
warriors!"
The Thunder Colt's flaming message, floating like a battle emblem in
the air, alarmed the wicked occupant of Jinnicky's castle even more
than the invaders themselves. But still confident of his power to
vanquish all comers, he waited in evil anticipation for the moment when
they would force their way into his presence. Did they imagine because
they had frightened a company of foolish slaves they could frighten him?
"Ha, ha!" Crouched on the Red Jinn's throne and laughing mirthlessly,
Gludwig rubbed his long hands up and down his skinny knees.
CHAPTER 13
Gludwig the Glubrious
"Pss-sst! Wait! Hold on a minute!" As they reached the huge double
doors of the red castle, Randy tugged violently at Kabumpo's left
ear, for the Elegant Elephant, all humped together, was preparing to
bump through. "Let Thun break down the door," directed the young King
firmly. "Thun is of metal and the glass will not cut him; then, as soon
as there is an opening we can follow. Will you tell him, Planetty?"
Randy looked fondly down at the earnest little Princess. "And as soon
as we are inside," he went on hurriedly, "fling your staff at the first
person I point out to you."
"That I will," promised Planetty with a brief nod, and giving Thun his
orders, she galloped the Thunder Colt straight at the glass doors. With
a crash like the fall of a hundred trays of dishes, the glass doors
shivered to bits. Rushing through the flying splinters, Kabumpo and
Thun raced together into the palace.
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