“Go, my dear, if you wish to,” replied Ozma, “but I think it would be best for you to take the Wizard with you.”
“Oh, I’m not afraid of the nomes,” said Dorothy, “but I’ll be glad to take the Wizard, for company. And may we use your Magic Carpet, Ozma?”
“Of course. Put the Magic Carpet in the Red Wagon and have the Sawhorse take you and the Wizard to the edge of the desert. While you are gone, Dorothy, I’ll watch you in the Magic Picture, and if any danger threatens you I’ll see you are not harmed.”
Dorothy thanked the Ruler of Oz and kissed her good-bye, for she was determined to start at once. She found the Wizard of Oz, who was planting shoetrees in the garden, and when she told him Inga’s story he willingly agreed to accompany the little girl to the Nome King’s caverns. They had both been there before and had conquered the nomes with ease, so they were not at all afraid.
The Wizard, who was a cheery little man with a bald head and a winning smile, harnessed the Wooden Sawhorse to the Red Wagon and loaded on Ozma’s Magic Carpet. Then he and Dorothy climbed to the seat and the Sawhorse started off and carried them swiftly through the beautiful Land of Oz to the edge of the Deadly Desert that separated their fairyland from the Nome Country.
Even Dorothy and the clever Wizard would not have dared to cross this desert without the aid of the Magic Carpet, for it would have quickly destroyed them; but when the roll of carpet had been placed upon the edge of the sands, leaving just enough lying flat for them to stand upon, the carpet straightway began to unroll before them and as they walked on it continued to unroll, until they had safely passed over the stretch of Deadly Desert and were on the border of the Nome King’s dominions.
This journey had been accomplished in a few minutes, although such a distance would have required several days travel had they not been walking on the Magic Carpet. On arriving they at once walked toward the entrance to the caverns of the nomes.
The Wizard carried a little black bag containing his tools of wizardry, while Dorothy carried over her arm a covered basket in which she had placed a dozen eggs, with which to conquer the nomes if she had any trouble with them.
Eggs may seem to you to be a queer weapon with which to fight, but the little girl well knew their value. The nomes are immortal; that is, they do not perish, as mortals do, unless they happen to come in contact with an egg. If an egg touches them—either the outer shell or the inside of the egg—the nomes lose their charm of perpetual life and thereafter are liable to die through accident or old age, just as all humans are.
For this reason the sight of an egg fills a nome with terror and he will do anything to prevent an egg from touching him, even for an instant. So, when Dorothy took her basket of eggs with her, she knew that she was more powerfully armed than if she had a regiment of soldiers at her back.
Chapter Twenty-One - The Wizard Finds an Enchantment
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After Kaliko had failed in his attempts to destroy his guests, as has been related, the Nome King did nothing more to injure them but treated them in a friendly manner. He refused, however, to permit Inga to see or to speak with his father and mother, or even to know in what part of the underground caverns they were confined.
“You are able to protect your lives and persons, I freely admit,” said Kaliko; “but I firmly believe you have no power, either of magic or otherwise, to take from me the captives I have agreed to keep for King Gos.”
Inga would not agree to this. He determined not to leave the caverns until he had liberated his father and mother, although he did not then know how that could be accomplished. As for Rinkitink, the jolly King was well fed and had a good bed to sleep upon, so he was not worrying about anything and seemed in no hurry to go away.
Kaliko and Rinkitink were engaged in pitching a game with solid gold quoits, on the floor of the royal chamber, and Inga and Bilbil were watching them, when Klik came running in, his hair standing on end with excitement, and cried out that the Wizard of Oz and Dorothy were approaching.
Kaliko turned pale on hearing this unwelcome news and, abandoning his game, went to sit in his ivory throne and try to think what had brought these fearful visitors to his domain.
“Who is Dorothy?” asked Inga.
“She is a little girl who once lived in Kansas,” replied Klik, with a shudder, “but she now lives in Ozma’s palace at the Emerald City and is a Princess of Oz—which means that she is a terrible foe to deal with.”
“Doesn’t she like the nomes?” inquired the boy.
“It isn’t that,” said King Kaliko, with a groan, “but she insists on the nomes being goody-goody, which is contrary to their natures. Dorothy gets angry if I do the least thing that is wicked, and tries to make me stop it, and that naturally makes me downhearted. I can’t imagine why she has come here just now, for I’ve been behaving very well lately. As for that Wizard of Oz, he’s chock-full of magic that I can’t overcome, for he learned it from Glinda, who is the most powerful sorceress in the world. Woe is me! Why didn’t Dorothy and the Wizard stay in Oz, where they belong?”
Inga and Rinkitink listened to this with much joy, for at once the idea came to them both to plead with Dorothy to help them. Even Bilbil pricked up his ears when he heard the Wizard of Oz mentioned, and the goat seemed much less surly, and more thoughtful than usual.
A few minutes later a nome came to say that Dorothy and the Wizard had arrived and demanded admittance, so Klik was sent to usher them into the royal presence of the Nome King.
As soon as she came in the little girl ran up to the boy Prince and seized both his hands.
“Oh, Inga!” she exclaimed, “I’m so glad to find you alive and well.”
Inga was astonished at so warm a greeting. Making a low bow he said:
“I don’t think we have met before, Princess.”
“No, indeed,” replied Dorothy, “but I know all about you and I’ve come to help you and King Rinkitink out of your troubles.” Then she turned to the Nome King and continued: “You ought to be ashamed of yourself, King Kaliko, to treat an honest Prince and an honest King so badly.”
“I haven’t done anything to them,” whined Kaliko, trembling as her eyes flashed upon him.
“No; but you tried to, an’ that’s just as bad, if not worse,” said Dorothy, who was very indignant. “And now I want you to send for the King and Queen of Pingaree and have them brought here immejitly!”
“I won’t,” said Kaliko.
“Yes, you will!” cried Dorothy, stamping her foot at him. “I won’t have those poor people made unhappy any longer, or separated from their little boy. Why, it’s dreadful, Kaliko, an’ I’m su’prised at you. You must be more wicked than I thought you were.”
“I can’t do it, Dorothy,” said the Nome King, almost weeping with despair. “I promised King Gos I’d keep them captives. You wouldn’t ask me to break my promise, would you?”
“King Gos was a robber and an outlaw,” she said, “and p’r’aps you don’t know that a storm at sea wrecked his boat, while he was going back to Regos, and that he and Queen Cor were both drowned.”
“Dear me!” exclaimed Kaliko. “Is that so?”
“I saw it in Glinda’s Record Book,” said Dorothy. “So now you trot out the King and Queen of Pingaree as quick as you can.”
“No,” persisted the contrary Nome King, shaking his head. “I won’t do it. Ask me anything else and I’ll try to please you, but I can’t allow these friendly enemies to triumph over me.
“In that case,” said Dorothy, beginning to remove the cover from her basket, “I’ll show you some eggs.”
“Eggs!” screamed the Nome King in horror. “Have you eggs in that basket?”
“A dozen of ‘em,” replied Dorothy.
“Then keep them there—I beg—I implore you!—and I’ll do anything you say,” pleaded Kaliko, his teeth chattering so that he could hardly speak.
“Send for the King and Queen of Pingaree,” said Dorothy.
“Go, Klik,” commanded the Nome King, and Klik ran away in great haste, for he was almost as much frightened as his master.
It was an affecting scene when the unfortunate King and Queen of Pingaree entered the chamber and with sobs and tears of joy embraced their brave and adventurous son. All the others stood silent until greetings and kisses had been exchanged and Inga had told his parents in a few words of his vain struggles to rescue them and how Princess Dorothy had finally come to his assistance.
Then King Kitticut shook the hands of his friend King Rinkitink and thanked him for so loyally supporting his son Inga, and Queen Garee kissed little Dorothy’s forehead and blessed her for restoring her husband and herself to freedom.
The Wizard had been standing near Bilbil the goat and now he was surprised to hear the animal say:
“Joyful reunion, isn’t it? But it makes me tired to see grown people cry like children.”
“Oho!” exclaimed the Wizard. “How does it happen, Mr. Goat, that you, who have never been to the Land of Oz, are able to talk?”
“That’s my business,” returned Bilbil in a surly tone.
The Wizard stooped down and gazed fixedly into the animal’s eyes. Then he said, with a pitying sigh: “I see; you are under an enchantment. Indeed, I believe you to be Prince Bobo of Boboland.”
Bilbil made no reply but dropped his head as if ashamed.
“This is a great discovery,” said the Wizard, addressing Dorothy and the others of the party. “A good many years ago a cruel magician transformed the gallant Prince of Boboland into a talking goat, and this goat, being ashamed of his condition, ran away and was never after seen in Boboland, which is a country far to the south of here but bordering on the Deadly Desert, opposite the Land of Oz. I heard of this story long ago and know that a diligent search has been made for the enchanted Prince, without result. But I am well assured that, in the animal you call Bilbil, I have discovered the unhappy Prince of Boboland.”
“Dear me, Bilbil,” said Rinkitink, “why have you never told me this?”
“What would be the use?” asked Bilbil in a low voice and still refusing to look up.
“The use?” repeated Rinkitink, puzzled.
“Yes, that’s the trouble,” said the Wizard. “It is one of the most powerful enchantments ever accomplished, and the magician is now dead and the secret of the anti-charm lost. Even I, with all my skill, cannot restore Prince Bobo to his proper form. But I think Glinda might be able to do so and if you will all return with Dorothy and me to the Land of Oz, where Ozma will make you welcome, I will ask Glinda to try to break this enchantment.”
This was willingly agreed to, for they all welcomed the chance to visit the famous Land of Oz. So they bade good-bye to King Kaliko, whom Dorothy warned not to be wicked any more if he could help it, and the entire party returned over the Magic Carpet to the Land of Oz. They filled the Red Wagon, which was still waiting for them, pretty full; but the Sawhorse didn’t mind that and with wonderful speed carried them safely to the Emerald City.
Chapter Twenty Two - Ozma’s Banquet
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Ozma had seen in her Magic Picture the liberation of Inga’s parents and the departure of the entire party for the Emerald City, so with her usual hospitality she ordered a splendid banquet prepared and invited all her quaint friends who were then in the Emerald City to be present that evening to meet the strangers who were to become her guests.
Glinda, also, in her wonderful Record Book had learned of the events that had taken place in the caverns of the Nome King and she became especially interested in the enchantment of the Prince of Boboland. So she hastily prepared several of her most powerful charms and then summoned her flock of sixteen white storks, which swiftly bore her to Ozma’s palace. She arrived there before the Red Wagon did and was warmly greeted by the girl Ruler.
Realizing that the costume of Queen Garee of Pingaree must have become sadly worn and frayed, owing to her hardships and adventures, Ozma ordered a royal outfit prepared for the good Queen and had it laid in her chamber ready for her to put on as soon as she arrived, so she would not be shamed at the banquet. New costumes were also provided for King Kitticut and King Rinkitink and Prince Inga, all cut and made and embellished in the elaborate and becoming style then prevalent in the Land of Oz, and as soon as the party arrived at the palace Ozma’s guests were escorted by her servants to their rooms, that they might bathe and dress themselves.
Glinda the Sorceress and the Wizard of Oz took charge of Bilbil the goat and went to a private room where they were not likely to be interrupted. Glinda first questioned Bilbil long and earnestly about the manner of his enchantment and the ceremony that had been used by the magician who enchanted him. At first Bilbil protested that he did not want to be restored to his natural shape, saying that he had been forever disgraced in the eyes of his people and of the entire world by being obliged to exist as a scrawny, scraggly goat. But Glinda pointed out that any person who incurred the enmity of a wicked magician was liable to suffer a similar fate, and assured him that his misfortune would make him better beloved by his subjects when he returned to them freed from his dire enchantment.
Bilbil was finally convinced of the truth of this assertion and agreed to submit to the experiments of Glinda and the Wizard, who knew they had a hard task before them and were not at all sure they could succeed. We know that Glinda is the most complete mistress of magic who has ever existed, and she was wise enough to guess that the clever but evil magician who had enchanted Prince Bobo had used a spell that would puzzle any ordinary wizard or sorcerer to break; therefore she had given the matter much shrewd thought and hoped she had conceived a plan that would succeed. But because she was not positive of success she would have no one present at the incantation except her assistant, the Wizard of Oz.
First she transformed Bilbil the goat into a lamb, and this was done quite easily. Next she transformed the lamb into an ostrich, giving it two legs and feet instead of four. Then she tried to transform the ostrich into the original Prince Bobo, but this incantation was an utter failure. Glinda was not discouraged, however, but by a powerful spell transformed the ostrich into a tottenhot—which is a lower form of a man. Then the tottenhot was transformed into a mifket, which was a great step in advance and, finally, Glinda transformed the mifket into a handsome young man, tall and shapely, who fell on his knees before the great Sorceress and gratefully kissed her hand, admitting that he had now recovered his proper shape and was indeed Prince Bobo of Boboland.
This process of magic, successful though it was in the end, had required so much time that the banquet was now awaiting their presence. Bobo was already dressed in princely raiment and although he seemed very much humbled by his recent lowly condition, they finally persuaded him to join the festivities.
When Rinkitink saw that his goat had now become a Prince, he did not know whether to be sorry or glad, for he felt that he would miss the companionship of the quarrelsome animal he had so long been accustomed to ride upon, while at the same time he rejoiced that poor Bilbil had come to his own again.
Prince Bobo humbly begged Rinkitink’s forgiveness for having been so disagreeable to him, at times, saying that the nature of a goat had influenced him and the surly disposition he had shown was a part of his enchantment. But the jolly King assured the Prince that he had really enjoyed Bilbil’s grumpy speeches and forgave him readily. Indeed, they all discovered the young Prince Bobo to be an exceedingly courteous and pleasant person, although he was somewhat reserved and dignified.
Ah, but it was a great feast that Ozma served in her gorgeous banquet hall that night and everyone was as happy as could be. The Shaggy Man was there, and so was Jack Pumpkinhead and the Tin Woodman and Cap’n Bill. Beside Princess Dorothy sat Tiny Trot and Betsy Bobbin, and the three little girls were almost as sweet to look upon as was Ozma, who sat at the head of her table and outshone all her guests in loveliness.
King Rinkitink was delighted with the quaint people of Oz
and laughed and joked with the tin man and the pumpkin-headed man and found Cap’n Bill a very agreeable companion. But what amused the jolly King most were the animal guests, which Ozma always invited to her banquets and seated at a table by themselves, where they talked and chatted together as people do but were served the sort of food their natures required. The Hungry Tiger and Cowardly Lion and the Glass Cat were much admired by Rinkitink, but when he met a mule named Hank, which Betsy Bobbin had brought to Oz, the King found the creature so comical that he laughed and chuckled until his friends thought he would choke. Then while the banquet was still in progress, Rinkitink composed and sang a song to the mule and they all joined in the chorus, which was something like this:
“It’s very queer how big an ear
Is worn by Mr. Donkey;
And yet I fear he could not hear
If it were on a monkey.
‘Tis thick and strong and broad and long
And also very hairy;
It’s quite becoming to our Hank
But might disgrace a fairy!”
This song was received with so much enthusiasm that Rinkitink was prevailed upon to sing another. They gave him a little time to compose the rhyme, which he declared would be better if he could devote a month or two to its composition, but the sentiment he expressed was so admirable that no one criticized the song or the manner in which the jolly little King sang it.
Dorothy wrote down the words on a piece of paper, and here they are:
“We’re merry comrades all, to-night,
Because we’ve won a gallant fight
And conquered all our foes.
We’re not afraid of anything,
So let us gayly laugh and sing
Until we seek repose.
“We’ve all our grateful hearts can wish;
King Gos has gone to feed the fish,
Queen Cor has gone, as well;
King Kitticut has found his own,
Prince Bobo soon will have a throne