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 CHAPTER 15
The Shutter Faces

The face of the Out Keeper was entirely hidden behind blue shutters.
They seemed to sprout out behind the ears on each side of his head
and fasten securely in front with two bolts.
"I suppose he hears through the slats," said Philador, leaning back to
whisper this observation to the medicine man.
"Perfectly!" answered the Out Keeper.
"Can you see through the slats, too?" asked Herby, quite interested in
the fellow's singular appearance.
"No!" snapped the Out Keeper crossly. "But who wants to see? Most
people are not worth looking at. Presently I shall shut my shutters
tight and then I shall neither see you nor listen to you," he finished
triumphantly.
"But we'll still be here!" whinnied High Boy, with a mischievous
prance. Leaning forward he thrust his head through the opening,
seized the Out Keeper by the seat of his pantaloons and, withdrawing
his head, stretched up his telescope legs and stepped calmly over the
wall. "That's the way to handle an O.K.," snickered High Boy,
dropping the Out Keeper carelessly in a clump of pickle bushes.
"I'm not an O.K.!" shrieked the Out Keeper, springing furiously out of
the pickle bushes. "I'm a Shutter Face!" Pulling back the bolts that
fastened his shutters, he glared out at the travelers. The face back of
the blue shutters was pale, flat and disagreeable. After a long,
horrified, look at High Boy and the others, the Out Keeper jumped a
foot into the air and then ran screaming down the street, his shutters
flapping and slamming against the sides of his head. "Bandits!
Robbers! Donkeys and thieves!" he cried shrilly. "Here they come!
Shut the shutters! Bolt the windows and lock the doors. Shut up!
Shut up! Everybody shut up!"
"Shut up your ownself!" yelled the Scarecrow gleefully, as High Boy,
letting himself down to a lower level, cantered mischievously after
the frightened little man. Although the whole town was shut up to
begin with, at the gate keeper's loud cries the travelers could hear
extra bolts being shot into place.
"What's the matter, Tighty?" called a gruff voice. Looking up in
surprise, Trot saw a huge Shutter Face, sitting cross legged on a tall
chimney.
"Bandits, Your Majesty!" Panting with exhaustion, the Out Keeper
looked imploringly up at the chimney.
"How did they get in?" asked the chimney squatter, opening the slats
on one side so he could hear.
"Stepped over the wall," choked Tighty, looking apprehensively over
his shoulder at High Boy.
"Ridiculous and impossible," sniffed His Majesty, crossing his legs
comfortably. "I neither saw nor heard anyone come over the wall."
"How do you expect to see or hear, hid behind those blue blinkers?"
inquired the Scarecrow, as High Boy came to a stop in front of the
chimney.
"Fall down the chimney! Fall down the chimney!" quavered the Out
Keeper, dashing into a doorway. "And don't say I never warned you!"
For a moment Trot thought His Majesty was going to follow Tighty's
advice, but thinking better of it, the King called pompously: "I refuse
to hear, see or believe such nonsense!" Shutting the slats in his
shutters the King folded his arms and continued to sit defiantly on
the chimney.
"Shall I shove him down?" whispered High Boy, looking around at
Philador. "If he cannot see or hear, perhaps he can feel."
"No!" laughed the little Prince, "they've really done us no harm, so
why should we hurt them? Look! Everything's shutting up, even the
hedges!" The hedges surrounding the small, closely shuttered houses
were real box hedges and as High Boy clattered through the streets
they began slamming their lids as fast as they could. Even the
flowers growing in the stiff little gardens, promptly shut up as the
travelers passed and it was with real relief that they reached the
other side of the town.
Not a Shutter Face was in sight and the dingy houses, with their blue
shuttered windows and doors, gave the town such a very gloomy
appearance.
"The poor silly things look half starved!" exclaimed Trot, glancing
down and back at Shutter Town, as High Boy, without bothering to
shorten his legs, stepped over the wall and briskly down the road on
the other side.
"They're worse than the Round-abouties," decided Benny, "and I
suppose if we had stayed any longer they would have insisted upon
us growing shutters, too!"
"Not a bad idea, when you come to think of it," observed the
Scarecrow. "With shutters one need never be bored or shocked."
"Shutters would be extremely becoming to you," chuckled High Boy,
with a vigorous shake of his umbrella tail.
"Hush!" whispered Trot, who did not like anyone to make fun of her
old friend.
"You mean shut up, I suppose?" wheezed High Boy. "But remember
I'm not a Shutter Face, my girl."
"That's so," giggled Trot. "If anyone tells them to shut up, they really
can. I'm going to bring Dorothy and Betsy back here some day and
see what they do to us."
"Here's a river," announced Philador, who was looking anxiously for
the first signs of the Emerald City. "And I have a magic jumping rope
to help us cross." Holding up the good witch's rope, the little Prince
quickly explained how it worked. High Boy listened in silence, and
when Philador finished tossed his head impatiently.
"I've never jumped rope in my life," declared High Boy stubbornly,
"and I'm not going to begin now. Besides it's not necessary. Stay
where you are! Keep quiet and hold tight!"
Rather worried and undecided whether to stay on or tumble off, the
little company looked uncertainly at one another. But before they
could dismount, High Boy shot up two hundred feet and then
carefully stepped down into the river. Trot gasped and expected to
find herself under water. But only the toes of her shoes touched the
water, and when High Boy, looking around, saw this, he raised
himself higher still and, with his whole body out of the water and his
feet on the river bed, carried them safely and slowly across.
"Why, you're better than a bridge!" exclaimed Philador, leaning
forward to give him a good hug. "I wish I could keep you always."
"Joe couldn't spare me," announced High Boy, self consciously, "but
I'll come to see you often, Phil, when this adventure is over. Hold on
now, I'm going to step out."
The great length of High Boy's legs made his body almost vertical, as
he scrambled up the bank. But so tightly did his riders hold on to the
saddle and to one another, nobody fell off. Bringing his legs down
with a few sharp clicks, High Boy put up his umbrella tail and was
about to start on when a series of splutters made him look back. The
high horse had closed his umbrella tail when he stepped into the
river, but in spite of this a lot of water had got in. Therefore, when he
snapped it up, a perfect deluge had come down on his luckless
passengers.
"This is the third shower I've had to-day," coughed the Scarecrow
dolefully. Benny didn't mind the water at all and Herby, after peering
into his medicine chest and discovering that none of the contents
were wet, merely gave himself a good shake. As for Philador and Trot
—what could they do but laughingly accept High Boy's apologies? It
was late afternoon by now, and the sun sinking lower and lower
behind the hills. Since their meeting on the blue highway, High Boy
had come many a long mile, and everyone but Benny and the
Scarecrow began to feel tired as well as hungry.
"I'd give my gold tooth for a pail of yummy jummy," confessed High
Boy, as he slowly mounted a small hill. "I'm hungry enough to eat a
—" He did not finish his sentence, but glanced longingly over his
shoulder at the Scarecrow, who immediately ducked behind Benny
and began feverishly stuffing in his stray wisps of straw.
"How about a sandwich?" suggested Philador, pulling out the lunch
basket Queen Hyacinth had filled so generously.
"A sandwich would be no more than a cracker crumb to me,"
exclaimed High Boy disdainfully.
"Well, what's yummy jummy?" asked Trot, accepting with a smile the
chicken sandwich the little Prince held out to her.
"Oats, hay, bran, brown sugar and grape juice," explained High Boy,
smacking his lips and closing his eyes. "Do you think they'd mix me
up a pail when we reach this Emerald City of yours?"
"Of course they will," promised Trot, "but couldn't you stop and eat a
little grass or tree leaves?"
"Grass is too short, besides, I never eat grass or leaves at night,"
announced High Boy, turning up his nose. "Gives me grasstreetus."
For a time the little company progressed in silence, Herby, Trot and
Philador contentedly munching the dainty sandwiches and Benny
enjoying the scenery. As it grew darker, an overpowering drowsiness
stole over Trot and Philador. High Boy, too, began to yawn so
terrifically that his passengers were nearly thrown out of the saddle.
"If he does that again, I'll fall off," quavered the Scarecrow, clasping
his arms 'round Benny's waist.
"Wait," whispered Herby, "I have a remedy." Unbuckling Trot's belt,
Herby opened his medicine chest and drew out a box of pills. "These
are my famous 'Keep Awake' pills," he explained proudly, swallowing
two, "and these others will prevent yawning."
"Whoa!" gasped Philador as High Boy's last "Hah, hoh, hum!" lifted
them a foot into the air. "Whoa!" The high horse was glad enough to
whoa and, looking around with half closed eyes, inquired the reason
for their stop.
"Take these," directed Philador, slipping two Keep Awake pills and
three yawn lozenges down High Boy's throat. Sleepily High Boy
swallowed the dose. The effect was startling and instantaneous. His
eyes opened wide, his teeth clicked together and next minute he was
streaking down the road so fast that Trot's hair blew straight out
behind and the little Prince's cloak snapped in the wind.
"Better take some yourselves," advised Herby holding out the boxes
to Trot. "For if you fall asleep you'll fall off and then where'll you be?"
A little nervously, Trot swallowed the Keep Awake pills and yawn
lozenges. Philador then took two of each and immediately they both
felt wide awake and full of energy.
"You are a real wizard, Herby," admitted the Scarecrow, noting
admiringly the effect of the pills, "and ought to make a great hit at
the capital."
"Do you think so?" puffed Herby breathlessly, as he bounced up and
down. "Are we almost there?" It was hard to see, for it was night and
only a few stars twinkled in the sky. But presently Trot gave a little
shout of relief and satisfaction.
"See that green glow?" cried the little girl with an excited wave.
"They're the tower lights of the castle. Hurry up, High Boy. We're
almost there!" At Trot's words, High Boy gathered his long legs
together and fairly flew over hills and across fields, so that in less
than an hour they reached the Emerald City itself. It was still fairly
early, and the lovely capital of Oz shimmered as only a jeweled city
can.
 CHAPTER 16
The Lost Queen Returns

On the same evening that Trot and her companions were arriving at
the Emerald City, Cheeriobed and his councilors sat talking in the
great blue throne room of the palace. All day the King had watched
for the coming of Ozma and the return of Philador, and as the hours
dragged on he had become more and more restless and uneasy.
Shortly after lunch, as he was pacing anxiously up and down one of
the garden paths, he was amazed to see Orpah hobbling rapidly
toward him.
It was nearly twenty years since the keeper of the King's sea horses
had been carried off by Quiberon, and Cheeriobed had never
expected to see his faithful servitor again. Rubbing his eyes to make
sure he was not dreaming, the astounded monarch rushed forward to
greet the old mer-man. After a hearty embrace, which wet His
Majesty considerably, Orpah having stepped directly out of the water,
they sat down on a sapphire bench and the King begged Orpah to tell
him at once all that had happened.
Brushing over his long weary imprisonment in Cave City, Orpah
hurried on to the coming of Trot and her strange friends. His lively
description of their encounter with the Cave Men, the way they had
outwitted and trapped Quiberon in the narrow passageway, filled
Cheeriobed with wonder and relief. And when the mer-man went on
to tell him of the explosion of the blue ray that had carried them
across the bottom of the lake to the mainland, Cheeriobed smiled for
the first time since Quiberon had threatened his kingdom.
"Now," declared the good King, slapping his knee happily, "we have
nothing to worry us. Quiberon is a prisoner, the mortal child has
escaped injury and Akbad has saved my son and persuaded Ozma to
come here, save the kingdom, and restore the Queen."
Here he stopped to tell Orpah how the Court Soothsayer had picked
the golden pear and flown with Philador to the capital, invoking
Ozma's aid and carrying the mortal maid to Quiberon's cavern.
"I expect Ozma any moment now," puffed Cheeriobed, shading his
eyes and looking out over the lake. At these words, Akbad, who was
hiding behind the King's bench, covered his ears and slunk miserably
away. How could he ever explain the failure of Ozma to appear, or
account for the strange disappearance of the little Prince? Again and
again he tried to fly away from the Ozure Isles, but the golden wings
refused to carry him beyond the edge of the beach and when in
despair he cast himself into the water, they kept him afloat, so that
even drowning was denied the cowardly fellow. Dragging his wings
disconsolately behind him, he trailed about the palace, or perched
forlornly in the tree tops, and when, in the late evening, Cheeriobed
summoned all of his advisors to the throne room, the Soothsayer
came slowly and unwillingly to the conference. Orpah, with his tail in
a bucket of salt water, sat on the King's right and Toddledy, thumbing
anxiously over an old book of maps, sat on the King's left. Umtillio,
nearby, strummed idly on a golden harp and Akbad, after a longing
glance at the chair set out for him, flew up on the chandelier where
he would have plenty of place for his wings and where he could sit
down with some comfort. Ranged 'round the conference table were
the officers of the Guard and members of the King's household, and
they all listened attentively as Cheeriobed began his address.
"To-morrow is the day Quiberon has threatened to destroy us," began
His Majesty gravely, "and as he may escape it were best to devise
some means of defense."
They all nodded approvingly at these words but said nothing. "Has
anyone a suggestion to make?" asked Cheeriobed, folding his hands
on his stomach and looking inquiringly over his spectacles.
"I suggest that we all go to bed," yawned the Captain of the Guard.
"Then we'll be rested and ready for a battle, if a battle there is to
be!"
"Why bother to plan when Quiberon is stuck fast in the cavern?"
asked Akbad impatiently.
"That's so," mused Toddledy. "At least not before Ozma arrives. When
did Her Highness say she would come?" he asked, squinting up at the
Court Soothsayer.
"Just as soon as the Wizard of Oz returns from the blue forest,"
answered Akbad sulkily.
"When Trot and her friends reach the Emerald City, they will persuade
her to come right away," put in Orpah, "and they promised to come
back with her. You will be astonished at the stone man," finished
Orpah solemnly.
At Orpah's casual remark, Akbad could not restrain a groan. However
would he explain to the little ruler of all Oz his own foolish and
deceitful conduct? Dropping heavily from the chandelier he bade the
company good-night and made for the door, his wings flapping and
dragging behind him. As he put out his hand to turn the knob, the
door flew violently open and Jewlia burst into the room.
"A boat!" panted the little girl, throwing her apron over her head, "a
boat is coming 'round Opal Point."
"It is Ozma!" exclaimed His Majesty, thumping the table with both
fists. "Where are my spectacles, hand me my crown, spread the red
rug and call out the Guard of Honor!"
Without waiting for any of these commands to be carried out,
Cheeriobed plunged from the palace through the gardens and down
to the shore of Lake Orizon. Orpah reached the beach almost as soon
as His Majesty, followed closely by Toddledy and all the King's
retainers. A little murmur of disappointment went up from the crowd
as they stared in the direction indicated by Jewlia. A boat was
rounding the point, but only a fisherman's dory. Opposite the man at
the oars sat a closely wrapped figure and, as the boat came nearer,
this figure arose, cast off the cloak and, standing erect, extended
both arms.
"Why!" panted Jewlia, beginning to jump up and down, "it's the
Queen—Queen Orin, herself!"
 Queen Orin Returns

"The Queen! Long live the Queen!" roared the Ozure Islanders,
wading out into the water in their surprise and excitement. Standing
up in the shabby row-boat, as lovely and radiant as on the day
Mombi had stolen her away, was the Queen of the Ozure Isles. Her
jeweled crown glittered and flashed in the star light, her long fair hair
tumbled in a bright shower of ringlets to her gold girdled waist. Her
soft blue dress, studded with sapphires and pearls, floated out like a
filmy blue cloud in the evening wind. Never had she appeared so
young and beautiful. Head over tail, Orpah dove into the lake and
began swimming out to the boat and only the strong arms of the
Guardsmen kept Cheeriobed from diving after him.
"Orin! Orin!" cried the King in a tremulous voice, "where have you
been?" Almost ready to jump out of the boat herself, the Queen
raised her voice to answer, when a long tongue of flame shot across
the sky and with a thunderous roar, Quiberon rushed around the
point and hurled himself at the tiny boat. So sudden and unexpected
was the appearance of the monster, the Ozure Islanders fell back in
dismay.
"Save her! Save her!" groaned the King, struggling to free himself
from the Guards, but no one made a move. Akbad, stiff with fright
and terror, saw the great body of Quiberon poised over the small
craft, and in that moment some of the spirit and courage that had
distinguished him in his youth returned. With a hoarse scream, the
Soothsayer hurled himself into the air and, flying straight for
Quiberon, snatched the Queen from the very jaws of death. The
magic wings, which up to this time had refused to carry him beyond
the islands, this time, because he now had no thought of himself,
obeyed his command. Circling high over the head of the enraged sea
monster, Akbad headed for the sapphire castle. With shouts and
cheers the Ozure Islanders followed and, dashing into the castle after
the Soothsayer, barred the doors and slammed down the windows.
Before either the King or Queen had time to thank Akbad, the
gigantic body of Quiberon crashed through the garden and hurled
itself over the castle wall.
"We are lost!" wailed the King, as the castle began to rock and
tremble from the repeated blows of the furious monster. "Nothing can
save us now."
Cowering in the throne room, the King and his little band of followers
waited for the blow that would crush the castle and destroy them
utterly. But, strangely enough, the noise and confusion and thuds
upon the wall grew less and finally stopped altogether. "He's backing
away for a last try," groaned Toddledy, burying his head in his hands.
"Never mind," sighed the Queen, throwing her arms 'round
Cheeriobed's neck. "At least we shall perish together." At the Queen's
words there was a tremendous whack on the roof. A blue sapphire
sky-light splintered to bits and a great head was thrust through the
opening.
 CHAPTER 17
A Royal Welcome

As High Boy, neighing joyously, trotted down the main street of the
Emerald City, windows were thrown up and doors flung open and the
inhabitants rushed out with torches to see who was passing. And
when they saw Trot and the Scarecrow, mounted on so strange a
steed, they promptly fell in, so that by the time High Boy reached the
castle a regular procession had formed behind them. Standing up and
balancing himself by holding on to Benny, the Scarecrow introduced
the little Prince of the Ozure Isles, the medicine man, the live statue
and lastly High Boy himself. Then High Boy, to the great delight of
the multitude, stretched up and then down, switched his umbrella tail
and bowed so often and vigorously that Trot and the others had all
they could do to keep their places. The wild cheers and shouts at
High Boy's performance brought the occupants of the castle running
to the windows and doors to see what was the matter.
"Why, Trot!" cried Dorothy, dashing down the golden steps. "We've
been hunting you all day and were just going to look in the magic
picture to see where you were."
"Well, here we are, my dear," laughed the Scarecrow, "and we bring
strange news and four strangers to the castle. Hello Hokus! Hello,
Jack! Hi there Tik Tok! Howdy, Scraps!"
Waving to the celebrities who crowded the open doorway, the
Scarecrow urged High Boy to enter. Mounting the steps carefully and
being careful not to tread upon any toes, High Boy stepped proudly
into Ozma's royal residence, Dorothy dancing ahead to announce
them to the little fairy. Betsy, Ozma, Nick Chopper and Jellia Jamb, a
small maid-in-waiting, were playing pa'cheesi, but hastily pushed
back the board, as High Boy came cantering in.
 The Scarecrow Urged High Boy to Enter

"Why here's the whole pack," cried the Tin Woodman, jumping up
and waving the tin funnel he used for a hat—"the pack horse, too!"
finished Nick, eyeing the King's steed in some surprise.
"Pack Horse!" snorted High Boy, stopping short and rolling his red
eyes temperishly. "I'm a high horse, you odd looking junkman, and
I'll have you know I stand very high in my own country." To prove his
claim, High Boy clicked his telescope legs up so fast that Trot bumped
her head on the ceiling and the Scarecrow dove at once to the
carpet.
"Down! Down!" whispered Philador reprovingly. "And don't forget you
are in the presence of royalty." Lowering himself with one great jerk,
High Boy shortened his front legs and made a deep bow to the little
ruler of Oz, and Trot and the others lost no time tumbling off.
"The Prince of the Ozure Isles, Your Maj'sty!" puffed Trot, as Ozma
gave High Boy a bewildered smile. "The Medicine Man of Oz and my
friend Benny, from Boston."
"Is he alive?" whispered Betsy, putting out her hand to touch the
stone man, who was bending stiffly before the throne.
"Alive, but not a real person," sighed Benny, fixing his stone eyes
mournfully on Betsy Bobbin.
"He's much better than a real person," declared the Scarecrow,
rushing impetuously forward. "Just wait till you hear how he jumped
into the mouth of a monster."
"Tell us! Tell us!" begged Betsy, clasping her hands.
"Hast had an adventure, maiden?" Pushing his way to the throne, Sir
Hokus, the Good Knight of Oz, took Trot eagerly by the arm.
"Dozens and dozens!" panted Trot, sinking down on the carpeted
steps leading to the throne. "So many I hardly know where to begin."
"Why not begin with me?" suggested Herby, throwing out his chest
importantly. High Boy groaned with impatience as the contents of
Herby's chest flew about the room, and the Wizard of Oz, who stood
just behind Ozma, clapped on an extra pair of spectacles and hurried
forward to get a better view of the medicine man.
While Trot and the Scarecrow helped Herby pick up his pill boxes,
Ozma, noticing the worried expression of Prince Philador, bade him
come nearer and tell what was troubling him. Philador, dropping on
one knee before the throne, thought he had never seen a gentler
little fairy than the Queen of all Oz. Feeling a bit shy in the presence
of so great and grand a company he arose and told the whole story
of Mombi's enchantments and Quiberon's cruelty and of his flight on
the blue gull to the hut of Tattypoo.
Ozma and her advisers were not only astonished at the little Prince's
troubles, but alarmed and distressed by the unexplainable
disappearance of the good witch.
"As soon as Philador tells us the rest of his story, we will look for
Tattypoo in the magic picture," murmured Ozma, "and also for the
Queen of the Ozure Isles."
"I'd like a chance at that monster," blustered Sir Hokus, who was a
famous dragon slayer, "and myself and sword are at your service,
Princeling!"
Philador smiled gratefully at the Good Knight of Oz and, helped out
by Trot and the Scarecrow, told how he had released the medicine
man from his bottle—of his visit to the King of the Uplanders—his
meeting with High Boy—and their adventures with Trot and her
friends in Shutter Town. Then Trot told her story, about Benny and
his strange coming to life, his drop to Oz and their frightful
experiences in Cave City. During the telling of both stories, the
Wizard of Oz made hurried notes in his little black book and, as Trot
finished, he bounced out of his seat like a rubber ball.
"Your Highness," began the Wizard, looking over his specs at the little
fairy ruler, "I have jotted down for your convenience the problems to
be solved and the mysteries to be accounted for. First, we must find
the Queen of the Ozure Isles and restore her to her subjects.
Secondly, we must undo as much of Mombi's mischief as we can;
destroy Quiberon, punish the bird-man who carried Trot to the
monster's cave and restore the medicine man to himself."
At this Herby shook his head violently. "I prefer to remain as I am,"
declared Herby stoutly. "I am entirely satisfied with my medicine
chest."
Ozma smiled at Herby's earnestness and the Wizard drew his pencil
through that entry.
"We must then find Tattypoo," continued the little man seriously, "and
change Benny to a real person, as a reward for his services to
Philador and Trot."
"How about a little yummy jummy?" wheezed High Boy, who was
sitting on his haunches with both ears cocked forward.

The Wizard of Oz

"Why you're a fellow after my own heart," purred the Hungry Tiger,
crawling out from under a huge green sofa. "This good beast is
hungry. Let's all have something to eat," he proposed, licking his
chops and waving his tail gently from side to side.
"You may tell the royal cook to prepare a feast at once." Nodding
laughingly at the Hungry Tiger, the little sovereign rose and, stepping
down from the throne, took Philador's arm. "Come!" said Ozma. "We
will look in the magic picture and see whether Quiberon is still caught
in the cavern and where Mombi has hidden your royal mother."
As you may well imagine, Philador needed no urging. Even Ozma
forgot her dignity in the interest and excitement of the moment.
Hand in hand, they skipped up the golden stairway, followed by Trot
and all the other curious courtiers. Hanging in Ozma's sitting room is
one of the most curious and powerful treasures in all Oz. It is a magic
picture. One has but to stand before this picture and ask to see a
certain person. Immediately he appears and in exactly the place
where he happens to be at the moment the question is asked.
"We had better look at that monster first," said the Wizard of Oz,
settling both pairs of specs and staring nervously over Ozma's
shoulder. "Show us Quiberon!" he commanded, before the little ruler
or Philador had a chance to speak. Instantly the quiet country scene
melted away and out flashed the terrible figure of Mombi's monster,
throwing himself again and again upon the sapphire castle of Oz.
High Boy was so frightened that he shot up ten feet and bumped his
head on the ceiling.
"Have at you!" roared Sir Hokus, plunging forward and almost
forgetting it was but the small picture of Quiberon he was seeing.
Philador and Trot clutched one another in horror and only Ozma
remained calm. Clapping her hands for silence, she turned quickly to
the Wizard of Oz.
"Quick, Wizard!" breathed the little fairy, "Fetch your black bag of
magic and transport us all to the Ozure Isles. Take hold of hands!"
commanded Ozma, as the little wizard rushed from the room.
Philador immediately took Trot's hand, Trot took Benny's, Benny took
Herby's, Herby took the Tin Woodman's, Nick Chopper took Scraps',
The Patch Work Girl took the Good Knight's, he took Betsy's, Betsy
seized Dorothy, Dorothy took the Scarecrow, and High Boy, not to be
left out, jumped into the middle of the ring, as Jellia and Ozma
completed the circle. Then back skipped the Wizard, and, wriggling
between Dorothy and the Scarecrow, swallowed two of his famous
wishing pills, smiling confidently.
"Transport us at once to the Sapphire City and Castle of Cheeriobed,"
commanded the Wizard. Now Philador had never been transported in
his whole life. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes he waited
tensely for something to drag him through the air and wondering
fearfully if they would be in time to save his father and the royal
household.
Feeling no motion or sensation of any kind he opened his eyes,
thinking in great disappointment that the magic spell had failed. But
so powerful are the Wizard's wishing pills, they transport one in a
twinkling and without ruffling so much as an eyebrow. So when the
little Prince opened his eyes, he was terrified to find Quiberon in the
center of their magic circle and the circle itself in the gardens of his
father's blue palace. With part of his long body coiled up in a flower
bed, and the other poised to strike another blow at the King's castle,
the awful monster did not even seem aware of the people from the
Emerald City. Trot hid her face on Philador's shoulder, and Philador,
with a shudder, saw the Good Knight draw his sword. But before Sir
Hokus could make a thrust, or Quiberon could strike, the Wizard of
Oz, blowing a black powder into the air, stamped three times with his
left foot.
With a terrible bellow, the great fear-fish began to hurl himself at the
castle, but froze in mid air, petrified by the Wizard's black magic into
a glittering dragon of silver and bronze.
"We'll move him later," observed the Wizard calmly. "A shame to have
a creature like that cluttering up so lovely a garden, but now let us go
in to the King."
 "We'll Move Him Later," said the Wizard

Scarcely able to believe his eyes, and with many backward glances,
the little Prince tip-toed to the great jewel-trimmed door and knocked
twice. But no one came. Then Sir Hokus thumped loudly with his
mailed fist and High Boy, turning about, played a lively tatoo upon
the panels with his heels.
"They still think it's Quiberon," snorted High Boy at last. "Wait here,
I'll look in and see whether everything's all right." Stretching up till he
was on a level with one of the sky lights, High Boy butted out the
sapphire pane and stuck his head through the opening.
"Unlock your door," whinnied the high horse impatiently. "Unlock the
door, it's only us." Cheeriobed, who expected to see the terrible face
of Quiberon, stared up in perfect amazement at the talking horse. It
was not, you must admit, a very reassuring sight to see a horse's
head coming through the roof, and for a few seconds he was too
stunned to move or speak. But as High Boy continued to call loudly
for admittance and finally shouted that they were keeping Ozma
waiting in the garden, the good monarch sprang up and, unbolting
the door, himself admitted the royal rescuers. You can well imagine
the King's relief and astonishment when he saw the petrified figure of
Quiberon, rearing up over his castle.
"Father! Father!" cried the little Prince, clasping him around the waist.
"Here's Ozma and Trot and the Wizard of Oz, and Quiberon never can
harm us again."
At the sound of Philador's voice, Queen Orin rushed out to embrace
her son and, after hasty introductions and greetings all 'round, the
party from the Emerald City filed into the castle. Akbad slunk silently
out of sight, as Cheeriobed led Ozma to the throne. Seating Queen
Orin beside the little ruler and calling for footmen to bring chairs for
the other visitors, the excited King ran to and fro until everyone was
seated.
"Just think," puffed Cheeriobed, sinking down at last beside Philador,
"we don't even know where your mother's been all these years nor
how she escaped and came back to us. My! My! What a lot to be
talked over!"
"Talk! Talk! And still no food," groaned High Boy, flopping down
beside the medicine man. "I'm hollower than an old soldier's wooden
leg!"
"Never mind," comforted Herby, opening his medicine chest. "I have
a cure for that too." Taking out two pills and slipping them down High
Boy's throat, he winked knowingly. "They will dull the pangs of
hunger," he assured him gravely. While High Boy, with closed eyes
waited for his pangs to be dulled, Ozma looked happily around the
friendly group of Ozure Islanders.
"If we just knew where Tattypoo was," sighed the little fairy girl
softly, "there would be nothing more to worry us."
"Worry no longer, Your Highness!" Turning to see where the whisper
had come from, Ozma saw Queen Orin arise from the throne.
"I am the Good Witch of the North," announced Orin clearly.
"But I thought you were my mother," wailed the little Prince, seizing
her hand imploringly. At once the whole room was thrown into a state
of utmost confusion, some saying this, some saying that, and all
wondering aloud, so that it sounded like a session of congressmen.
"How can you be both a queen and a witch?" shouted the little
Wizard, standing on a chair so that Orin could hear him.
"You'll have to admit she's a bewitching Queen," neighed High Boy,
opening one eye and then the other and forgetting all about his
hunger pangs. "Why not let the lady speak for herself?" he called
shrilly.
"Sound horse sense," declared Toddledy, nodding approvingly at High
Boy, and Ozma, who was even more astonished than Cheeriobed at
Orin's announcement, raised her scepter for silence.
"Let Queen Orin tell her story," commanded Ozma in her gentle
voice. There was an instant silence and almost as one, the whole
company turned to the lovely figure in blue, and waited expectantly
for her to speak.
 CHAPTER 18
The Tale of Tattypoo

"Twenty-five years ago," began the Queen, tossing back her golden
hair, "I was a Princess of the North. To the mountain castle of my
father, King Gil of Gilkenny, came Cheeriobed, Prince of the Ozure
Isles, to ask for my hand in marriage. His father was King of the
Munchkins, a monarch of great wealth and power. As my father made
no objection to the match and as I myself was quite willing—" Here
Orin paused and smiled prettily at Cheeriobed—"preparations were
made at once for the wedding.
"At that time, as you all know, Mombi was ruler of the North. Passing
Gilkenny one late afternoon and seeing the footmen hanging lanterns
in the garden, she stopped to inquire the reason for the festivities.
Cheeriobed, who was helping with the decorations, quickly explained
that they were for our wedding, and Mombi, in spite of her extreme
age and ugliness, fell instantly and deeply in love with the Prince. As
I watched uneasily from a hidden arbor, I saw the old witch transform
herself into a charming young maiden. Following Cheeriobed about,
she explained that she was no longer an old and ugly witch, but a
powerful Princess, that if he would marry her they would have not
only the Gilliken Country, but the Munchkin Country as well for their
Kingdom."
Cheeriobed pursed up his lips and shook his head sadly at this part of
the story, for he well remembered Mombi's wicked proposals and her
plan to destroy his father, the King of the Munchkins.
"Of course," proceeded Orin demurely, "Cheeriobed refused and
Mombi resuming her own shape rushed off in a fury, promising to
make us all suffer. That very night word came by messenger that
Cheeriobed's father had disappeared. And," continued the Queen
somberly, "he has never been heard of since. Distressed and unhappy
though we were, Cheeriobed and I were married at once and
returned to the Ozure Isles, where he assumed the title of King and
where we hoped to escape Mombi and her mischievous magic. For
three years we were safe and happy and thought she had forgotten
all about us. But one day, when Philador was about two years old,
Mombi suddenly appeared on the beach, where we were sitting
together. She was riding on a huge black eagle and, bidding the eagle
seize me in its talons, carried me off before I had time to cry out for
help, and that," sighed Orin, "was the last I saw of the Ozure Isles
until to-night."
"But what happened?" gasped Dorothy, leaning so far forward she
nearly tumbled from her chair. "Where did she take you?"
"To her hut in the mountains," answered the Queen sadly. "There,
shutting me up in a huge closet, she began an incantation to change
me into a witch, old and ugly as she herself."
"I know what happened! I know what happened!" cried the little
Wizard, springing entirely out of his chair and spinning 'round three
times. "You were too sweet and beautiful to turn into a bad witch and
the worst she could do only changed you into a good one." Orin
blushed at the Wizard's little speech.
"I don't know about that," she went on modestly, "but I do know that
I became a witch, forgetting entirely my former life in Gilkenny and
on the Ozure Isles, and living for several months in the forest without
home or shelter. Coming one morning on Mombi, at one of her
wicked enchantments, I raised my staff and bade her stop. To my
astonishment, I found I was a better witch than she. Magic phrases
and spells came easily to my lips, and without difficulty or trouble I
drove her out of the forest and took possession of her hut. Then, at
the earnest request of the Gillikens, I stayed in the North and ruled
over that great country as Tattypoo."
"Ruled wisely and well," added Ozma, giving Orin an affectionate pat
on the shoulder.
"But did you know then that Mombi had changed you to a witch?"
demanded Trot, looking up at the Queen with round eyes, "and how
did you change back to yourself?" Orin, with a rueful little laugh,
shook her head at Trot.
"I didn't realize, then, that Mombi had changed me to a witch," she
admitted frankly and went on to relate how Agnes, the amiable
dragon, had persuaded her to look in the witch's window. Her first
glance through the blue window pane had showed her Cheeriobed
and Philador, just as they were when she had left the Ozure Isles.
Remembering at once who she really was, Tattypoo had recklessly
and joyfully jumped out the window, thus breaking the witch's spell
and becoming her own true self again.
"What became of the dragon?" asked Sir Hokus, rattling his sword
hopefully.
"Why, Agnes turned out to be my maid-in-waiting, who had been
bewitched by Mombi too, and when she jumped after me she also
was restored to her own shape and immediately set off for my
father's castle, to tell him the good news. I, myself, started at once
for the Ozure Isles."