Complete Works of L. Frank Baum

by L. Frank Baum

  “Who will assist the Nome King?” inquired the Scarecrow.

  “The Whimsies, the Growleywogs and the Phanfasms,” she replied. “I watched to-day in my Magic Picture the messengers whom the Nome King sent to all these people to summon them to assemble in his great caverns.”

  “Let us see what they are doing now,” suggested the Tin Woodman.

  So Ozma wished to see the Nome King’s cavern, and at once the landscape faded from the Magic Picture and was replaced by the scene then being enacted in the jeweled cavern of King Roquat.

  A wild and startling scene it was which the Oz people beheld.

  Before the Nome King stood the Chief of the Whimsies and the Grand Gallipoot of the Growleywogs, surrounded by their most skillful generals. Very fierce and powerful they looked, so that even the Nome King and General Guph, who stood beside his master, seemed a bit fearful in the presence of their allies.

  Now a still more formidable creature entered the cavern. It was the First and Foremost of the Phanfasms and he proudly sat down in King Roquat’s own throne and demanded the right to lead his forces through the tunnel in advance of all the others. The First and Foremost now appeared to all eyes in his hairy skin and the bear’s head. What his real form was even Roquat did not know.

  Through the arches leading into the vast series of caverns that lay beyond the throne room of King Roquat could be seen ranks upon ranks of the invaders--thousands of Phanfasms, Growleywogs and Whimsies standing in serried lines, while behind them were massed the thousands upon thousands of General Guph’s own army of Nomes.

  “Listen!” whispered Ozma. “I think we can hear what they are saying.”

  So they kept still and listened.

  “Is all ready?” demanded the First and Foremost, haughtily.

  “The tunnel is finally completed,” replied General Guph.

  “How long will it take us to march to the Emerald City?” asked the Grand Gallipoot of the Growleywogs.

  “If we start at midnight,” replied the Nome King, “we shall arrive at the Emerald City by daybreak. Then, while all the Oz people are sleeping, we will capture them and make them our slaves. After that we will destroy the city itself and march through the Land of Oz, burning and devastating as we go.”

  “Good!” cried the First and Foremost. “When we get through with Oz it will be a desert wilderness. Ozma shall be my slave.”

  “She shall be MY slave!” shouted the Grand Gallipoot, angrily.

  “We’ll decide that by and by,” said King Roquat hastily. “Don’t let us quarrel now, friends. First let us conquer Oz, and then we will divide the spoils of war in a satisfactory manner.”

  The First and Foremost smiled wickedly; but he only said:

  “I and my Phanfasms go first, for nothing on earth can oppose our power.”

  They all agreed to that, knowing the Phanfasms to be the mightiest of the combined forces. King Roquat now invited them to attend a banquet he had prepared, where they might occupy themselves in eating and drinking until midnight arrived.

  As they had now seen and heard all of the plot against them that they cared to, Ozma allowed her Magic Picture to fade away. Then she turned to her friends and said:

  “Our enemies will be here sooner than I expected. What do you advise me to do?”

  “It is now too late to assemble our people,” said the Tin Woodman, despondently. “If you had allowed me to arm and drill my Winkies, we might have put up a good fight and destroyed many of our enemies before we were conquered.”

  “The Munchkins are good fighters, too,” said Omby Amby; “and so are the Gillikins.”

  “But I do not wish to fight,” declared Ozma, firmly. “No one has the right to destroy any living creatures, however evil they may be, or to hurt them or make them unhappy. I will not fight, even to save my kingdom.”

  “The Nome King is not so particular,” remarked the Scarecrow. “He intends to destroy us all and ruin our beautiful country.”

  “Because the Nome King intends to do evil is no excuse for my doing the same,” replied Ozma.

  “Self-preservation is the first law of nature,” quoted the Shaggy Man.

  “True,” she said, readily. “I would like to discover a plan to save ourselves without fighting.”

  That seemed a hopeless task to them, but realizing that Ozma was determined not to fight, they tried to think of some means that might promise escape.

  “Couldn’t we bribe our enemies, by giving them a lot of emeralds and gold?” asked Jack Pumpkinhead.

  “No, because they believe they are able to take everything we have,” replied the Ruler.

  “I have thought of something,” said Dorothy.

  “What is it, dear?” asked Ozma.

  “Let us use the Magic Belt to wish all of us in Kansas. We will put some emeralds in our pockets, and can sell them in Topeka for enough to pay off the mortgage on Uncle Henry’s farm. Then we can all live together and be happy.”

  “A clever idea!” exclaimed the Scarecrow.

  “Kansas is a very good country. I’ve been there,” said the Shaggy Man.

  “That seems to me an excellent plan,” approved the Tin Woodman.

  “No!” said Ozma, decidedly. “Never will I desert my people and leave them to so cruel a fate. I will use the Magic Belt to send the rest of you to Kansas, if you wish, but if my beloved country must be destroyed and my people enslaved I will remain and share their fate.”

  “Quite right,” asserted the Scarecrow, sighing. “I will remain with you.”

  “And so will I,” declared the Tin Woodman and the Shaggy Man and Jack Pumpkinhead, in turn. Tiktok, the machine man, also said he intended to stand by Ozma. “For,” said he, “I should be of no use at all in Kan-sas.”

  “For my part,” announced Dorothy, gravely, “if the Ruler of Oz must not desert her people, a Princess of Oz has no right to run away, either. I’m willing to become a slave with the rest of you; so all we can do with the Magic Belt is to use it to send Uncle Henry and Aunt Em back to Kansas.”

  “I’ve been a slave all my life,” Aunt Em replied, with considerable cheerfulness, “and so has Henry. I guess we won’t go back to Kansas, anyway. I’d rather take my chances with the rest of you.”

  Ozma smiled upon them all gratefully.

  “There is no need to despair just yet,” she said. “I’ll get up early to-morrow morning and be at the Forbidden Fountain when the fierce warriors break through the crust of the earth. I will speak to them pleasantly and perhaps they won’t be so very bad, after all.”

  “Why do they call it the Forbidden Fountain?” asked Dorothy, thoughtfully.

  “Don’t you know, dear?” returned Ozma, surprised.

  “No,” said Dorothy. “Of course I’ve seen the fountain in the palace grounds, ever since I first came to Oz; and I’ve read the sign which says: ‘All Persons are Forbidden to Drink at this Fountain.’ But I never knew WHY they were forbidden. The water seems clear and sparkling and it bubbles up in a golden basin all the time.”

  “That water,” declared Ozma, gravely, “is the most dangerous thing in all the Land of Oz. It is the Water of Oblivion.”

  “What does that mean?” asked Dorothy.

  “Whoever drinks at the Forbidden Fountain at once forgets everything he has ever known,” Ozma asserted.

  “It wouldn’t be a bad way to forget our troubles,” suggested Uncle Henry.

  “That is true; but you would forget everything else, and become as ignorant as a baby,” returned Ozma.

  “Does it make one crazy?” asked Dorothy.

  “No; it only makes one forget,” replied the girl Ruler. “It is said that once--long, long ago--a wicked King ruled Oz, and made himself and all his people very miserable and unhappy. So Glinda, the Good Sorceress, placed this fountain here, and the King drank of its water and forgot all his wickedness. His mind became innocent and vacant, and when he learned the things of life again they were all good things. But the
people remembered how wicked their King had been, and were still afraid of him. Therefore, he made them all drink of the Water of Oblivion and forget everything they had known, so that they became as simple and innocent as their King. After that, they all grew wise together, and their wisdom was good, so that peace and happiness reigned in the land. But for fear some one might drink of the water again, and in an instant forget all he had learned, the King put that sign upon the fountain, where it has remained for many centuries up to this very day.”

  They had all listened intently to Ozma’s story, and when she finished speaking there was a long period of silence while all thought upon the curious magical power of the Water of Oblivion.

  Finally the Scarecrow’s painted face took on a broad smile that stretched the cloth as far as it would go.

  “How thankful I am,” he said, “that I have such an excellent assortment of brains!”

  “I gave you the best brains I ever mixed,” declared the Wizard, with an air of pride.

  “You did, indeed!” agreed the Scarecrow, “and they work so splendidly that they have found a way to save Oz--to save us all!”

  “I’m glad to hear that,” said the Wizard. “We never needed saving more than we do just now.”

  “Do you mean to say you can save us from those awful Phanfasms, and Growleywogs and Whimsies?” asked Dorothy eagerly.

  “I’m sure of it, my dear,” asserted the Scarecrow, still smiling genially.

  “Tell us how!” cried the Tin Woodman.

  “Not now,” said the Scarecrow. “You may all go to bed, and I advise you to forget your worries just as completely as if you had drunk of the Water of Oblivion in the Forbidden Fountain. I’m going to stay here and tell my plan to Ozma alone, but if you will all be at the Forbidden Fountain at daybreak, you’ll see how easily we will save the kingdom when our enemies break through the crust of earth and come from the tunnel.”

  So they went away and let the Scarecrow and Ozma alone; but Dorothy could not sleep a wink all night.

  “He is only a Scarecrow,” she said to herself, “and I’m not sure that his mixed brains are as clever as he thinks they are.”

  But she knew that if the Scarecrow’s plan failed they were all lost; so she tried to have faith in him.

  27. How the Fierce Warriors Invaded Oz

  The Nome King and his terrible allies sat at the banquet table until midnight. There was much quarreling between the Growleywogs and Phanfasms, and one of the wee-headed Whimsies got angry at General Guph and choked him until he nearly stopped breathing. Yet no one was seriously hurt, and the Nome King felt much relieved when the clock struck twelve and they all sprang up and seized their weapons.

  “Aha!” shouted the First and Foremost. “Now to conquer the Land of Oz!”

  He marshaled his Phanfasms in battle array and at his word of command they marched into the tunnel and began the long journey through it to the Emerald City. The First and Foremost intended to take all the treasures of Oz for himself; to kill all who could be killed and enslave the rest; to destroy and lay waste the whole country, and afterward to conquer and enslave the Nomes, the Growleywogs and the Whimsies. And he knew his power was sufficient to enable him to do all these things easily.

  Next marched into the tunnel the army of gigantic Growleywogs, with their Grand Gallipoot at their head. They were dreadful beings, indeed, and longed to get to Oz that they might begin to pilfer and destroy. The Grand Gallipoot was a little afraid of the First and Foremost, but had a cunning plan to murder or destroy that powerful being and secure the wealth of Oz for himself. Mighty little of the plunder would the Nome King get, thought the Grand Gallipoot.

  The Chief of the Whimsies now marched his false-headed forces into the tunnel. In his wicked little head was a plot to destroy both the First and Foremost and the Grand Gallipoot. He intended to let them conquer Oz, since they insisted on going first; but he would afterward treacherously destroy them, as well as King Roquat, and keep all the slaves and treasure of Ozma’s kingdom for himself.

  After all his dangerous allies had marched into the tunnel the Nome King and General Guph started to follow them, at the head of fifty thousand Nomes, all fully armed.

  “Guph,” said the King, “those creatures ahead of us mean mischief. They intend to get everything for themselves and leave us nothing.”

  “I know,” replied the General; “but they are not as clever as they think they are. When you get the Magic Belt you must at once wish the Whimsies and Growleywogs and Phanfasms all back into their own countries--and the Belt will surely take them there.”

  “Good!” cried the King. “An excellent plan, Guph. I’ll do it. While they are conquering Oz I’ll get the Magic Belt, and then only the Nomes will remain to ravage the country.”

  So you see there was only one thing that all were agreed upon--that Oz should be destroyed.

  On, on, on the vast ranks of invaders marched, filling the tunnel from side to side. With a steady tramp, tramp, they advanced, every step taking them nearer to the beautiful Emerald City.

  “Nothing can save the Land of Oz!” thought the First and Foremost, scowling until his bear face was as black as the tunnel.

  “The Emerald City is as good as destroyed already!” muttered the Grand Gallipoot, shaking his war club fiercely.

  “In a few hours Oz will be a desert!” said the Chief of the Whimsies, with an evil laugh.

  “My dear Guph,” remarked the Nome King to his General, “at last my vengeance upon Ozma of Oz and her people is about to be accomplished.”

  “You are right!” declared the General. “Ozma is surely lost.”

  And now the First and Foremost, who was in advance and nearing the Emerald City, began to cough and to sneeze.

  “This tunnel is terribly dusty,” he growled, angrily. “I’ll punish that Nome King for not having it swept clean. My throat and eyes are getting full of dust and I’m as thirsty as a fish!”

  The Grand Gallipoot was coughing too, and his throat was parched and dry.

  “What a dusty place!” he cried. “I’ll be glad when we reach Oz, where we can get a drink.”

  “Who has any water?” asked the Whimsie Chief, gasping and choking. But none of his followers carried a drop of water, so he hastened on to get through the dusty tunnel to the Land of Oz.

  “Where did all this dust come from?” demanded General Guph, trying hard to swallow but finding his throat so dry he couldn’t.

  “I don’t know,” answered the Nome King. “I’ve been in the tunnel every day while it was being built, but I never noticed any dust before.”

  “Let’s hurry!” cried the General. “I’d give half the gold in Oz for a drink of water.”

  The dust grew thicker and thicker, and the throats and eyes and noses of the invaders were filled with it. But not one halted or turned back. They hurried forward more fierce and vengeful than ever.

  28. How They Drank at the Forbidden Fountain

  The Scarecrow had no need to sleep; neither had the Tin Woodman or Tiktok or Jack Pumpkinhead. So they all wandered out into the palace grounds and stood beside the sparkling water of the Forbidden Fountain until daybreak. During this time they indulged in occasional conversation.

  “Nothing could make me forget what I know,” remarked the Scarecrow, gazing into the fountain, “for I cannot drink the Water of Oblivion or water of any kind. And I am glad that this is so, for I consider my wisdom unexcelled.”

  “You are cer-tain-ly ve-ry wise,” agreed Tiktok. “For my part, I can on-ly think by ma-chin-er-y, so I do not pre-tend to know as much as you do.”

  “My tin brains are very bright, but that is all I claim for them,” said Nick Chopper, modestly. “Yet I do not aspire to being very wise, for I have noticed that the happiest people are those who do not let their brains oppress them.”

  “Mine never worry me,” Jack Pumpkinhead acknowledged. “There are many seeds of thought in my head, but they do not sprout easily. I am glad th
at it is so, for if I occupied my days in thinking I should have no time for anything else.”

  In this cheery mood they passed the hours until the first golden streaks of dawn appeared in the sky. Then Ozma joined them, as fresh and lovely as ever and robed in one of her prettiest gowns.

  “Our enemies have not yet arrived,” said the Scarecrow, after greeting affectionately the sweet and girlish Ruler.

  “They will soon be here,” she said, “for I have just glanced at my Magic Picture, and have seen them coughing and choking with the dust in the tunnel.”

  “Oh, is there dust in the tunnel?” asked the Tin Woodman.

  “Yes; Ozma placed it there by means of the Magic Belt,” explained the Scarecrow, with one of his broad smiles.

  Then Dorothy came to them, Uncle Henry and Aunt Em following close after her. The little girl’s eyes were heavy because she had had a sleepless and anxious night. Toto walked by her side, but the little dog’s spirits were very much subdued. Billina, who was always up by daybreak, was not long in joining the group by the fountain.

  The Wizard and the Shaggy Man next arrived, and soon after appeared Omby Amby, dressed in his best uniform.

  “There lies the tunnel,” said Ozma, pointing to a part of the ground just before the Forbidden Fountain, “and in a few moments the dreadful invaders will break through the earth and swarm over the land. Let us all stand on the other side of the Fountain and watch to see what happens.”

  At once they followed her suggestion and moved around the fountain of the Water of Oblivion. There they stood silent and expectant until the earth beyond gave way with a sudden crash and up leaped the powerful form of the First and Foremost, followed by all his grim warriors.

  As the leader sprang forward his gleaming eyes caught the play of the fountain and he rushed toward it and drank eagerly of the sparkling water. Many of the other Phanfasms drank, too, in order to clear their dry and dusty throats. Then they stood around and looked at one another with simple, wondering smiles.