“Because I have no nerves, such as you meat people possess. Even grasshoppers have nerves, but straw doesn’t; so whatever they do — except just one thing — they cannot injure me. Therefore I expect to conquer King Krewl with ease.”
“What is that one thing you excepted?” asked Trot.
“They will never think of it, so never mind. And now, if you will kindly excuse me for a time, I’ll go over to the castle and do my conquering.”
“You have no weapons,” Pon reminded him.
“True,” said the Scarecrow. “But if I carried weapons I might injure someone — perhaps seriously — and that would make me unhappy. I will just borrow that riding-whip, which I see in the corner of your hut, if you don’t mind. It isn’t exactly proper to walk with a riding-whip, but I trust you will excuse the inconsistency.”
Pon handed him the whip and the Scarecrow bowed to all the party and left the hut, proceeding leisurely along the way to the King’s castle.
Chapter Seventeen
The Ork Rescues Button-Bright
I must now tell you what had become of Button-Bright since he wandered away in the morning and got lost. This small boy, as perhaps you have discovered, was almost as destitute of nerves as the Scarecrow. Nothing ever astonished him much; nothing ever worried him or made him unhappy. Good fortune or bad fortune he accepted with a quiet smile, never complaining, whatever happened. This was one reason why Button-Bright was a favorite with all who knew him — and perhaps it was the reason why he so often got into difficulties, or found himself lost.
To-day, as he wandered here and there, over hill and down dale, he missed Trot and Cap’n Bill, of whom he was fond, but nevertheless he was not unhappy. The birds sang merrily and the wildflowers were beautiful and the breeze had a fragrance of new-mown hay.
“The only bad thing about this country is its King,” he reflected; “but the country isn’t to blame for that.”
A prairie-dog stuck its round head out of a mound of earth and looked at the boy with bright eyes.
“Walk around my house, please,” it said, “and then you won’t harm it or disturb the babies.”
“All right,” answered Button-Bright, and took care not to step on the mound. He went on, whistling merrily, until a petulant voice cried:
“Oh, stop it! Please stop that noise. It gets on my nerves.”
Button-Bright saw an old gray owl sitting in the crotch of a tree, and he replied with a laugh: “All right, old Fussy,” and stopped whistling until he had passed out of the owl’s hearing. At noon he came to a farmhouse where an aged couple lived. They gave him a good dinner and treated him kindly, but the man was deaf and the woman was dumb, so they could answer no questions to guide him on the way to Pon’s house. When he left them he was just as much lost as he had been before.
Every grove of trees he saw from a distance he visited, for he remembered that the King’s castle was near a grove of trees and Pon’s hut was near the King’s castle; but always he met with disappointment. Finally, passing through one of these groves, he came out into the open and found himself face to face with the Ork.
“Hello!” said Button-Bright. “Where did you come from?”
“From Orkland,” was the reply. “I’ve found my own country, at last, and it is not far from here, either. I would have come back to you sooner, to see how you are getting along, had not my family and friends welcomed my return so royally that a great celebration was held in my honor. So I couldn’t very well leave Orkland again until the excitement was over.”
“Can you find your way back home again?” asked the boy.
“Yes, easily; for now I know exactly where it is. But where are Trot and Cap’n Bill?”
Button-Bright related to the Ork their adventures since it had left them in Jinxland, telling of Trot’s fear that the King had done something wicked to Cap’n Bill, and of Pon’s love for Gloria, and how Trot and Button-Bright had been turned out of the King’s castle. That was all the news that the boy had, but it made the Ork anxious for the safety of his friends.
“We must go to them at once, for they may need us,” he said.
“I don’t know where to go,” confessed Button-Bright. “I’m lost.”
“Well, I can take you back to the hut of the gardener’s boy,” promised the Ork, “for when I fly high in the air I can look down and easily spy the King’s castle. That was how I happened to spy you, just entering the grove; so I flew down and waited until you came out.”
“How can you carry me?” asked the boy.
“You’ll have to sit straddle my shoulders and put your arms around my neck. Do you think you can keep from falling off?”
“I’ll try,” said Button-Bright. So the Ork squatted down and the boy took his seat and held on tight. Then the skinny creature’s tail began whirling and up they went, far above all the tree-tops.
After the Ork had circled around once or twice, its sharp eyes located the towers of the castle and away it flew, straight toward the place. As it hovered in the air, near by the castle, Button-Bright pointed out Pon’s hut, so they landed just before it and Trot came running out to greet them.
Gloria was introduced to the Ork, who was surprised to find Cap’n Bill transformed into a grasshopper.
“How do you like it?” asked the creature.
“Why, it worries me good deal,” answered Cap’n Bill, perched upon Trot’s shoulder. “I’m always afraid o’ bein’ stepped on, and I don’t like the flavor of grass an’ can’t seem to get used to it. It’s my nature to eat grass, you know, but I begin to suspect it’s an acquired taste.”
“Can you give molasses?” asked the Ork.
“I guess I’m not that kind of a grasshopper,” replied Cap’n Bill. “But I can’t say what I might do if I was squeezed — which I hope I won’t be.”
“Well,” said the Ork, “it’s a great pity, and I’d like to meet that cruel King and his Wicked Witch and punish them both severely. You’re awfully small, Cap’n Bill, but I think I would recognize you anywhere by your wooden leg.”
Then the Ork and Button-Bright were told all about Gloria’s frozen heart and how the Scarecrow had come from the Land of Oz to help them. The Ork seemed rather disturbed when it learned that the Scarecrow had gone alone to conquer King Krewl.
“I’m afraid he’ll make a fizzle of it,” said the skinny creature, “and there’s no telling what that terrible King might do to the poor Scarecrow, who seems like a very interesting person. So I believe I’ll take a hand in this conquest myself.”
“How?” asked Trot.
“Wait and see,” was the reply. “But, first of all, I must fly home again — back to my own country — so if you’ll forgive my leaving you so soon, I’ll be off at once. Stand away from my tail, please, so that the wind from it, when it revolves, won’t knock you over.”
They gave the creature plenty of room and away it went like a flash and soon disappeared in the sky.
“I wonder,” said Button-Bright, looking solemnly after the Ork, “whether he’ll ever come back again.”
“Of course he will!” returned Trot. “The Ork’s a pretty good fellow, and we can depend on him. An’ mark my words, Button-Bright, whenever our Ork does come back, there’s one cruel King in Jinxland that’ll wish he hadn’t.”
Chapter Eighteen
The Scarecrow Meets an Enemy
The Scarecrow was not a bit afraid of King Krewl. Indeed, he rather enjoyed the prospect of conquering the evil King and putting Gloria on the throne of Jinxland in his place. So he advanced boldly to the royal castle and demanded admittance.
Seeing that he was a stranger, the soldiers allowed him to enter. He made his way straight to the throne room, where at that time his Majesty was settling the disputes among his subjects.
“Who are you?” demanded the King.
“I’m the Scarecrow of Oz, and I command you to surrender yourself my prisoner.”
“Why should I do that?” inquired the King, much astonished at
the straw man’s audacity.
“Because I’ve decided you are too cruel a King to rule so beautiful a country. You must remember that Jinxland is a part of Oz, and therefore you owe allegiance to Ozma of Oz, whose friend and servant I am.”
Now, when he heard this, King Krewl was much disturbed in mind, for he knew the Scarecrow spoke the truth. But no one had ever before come to Jinxland from the Land of Oz and the King did not intend to be put out of his throne if he could help it. Therefore he gave a harsh, wicked laugh of derision and said:
“I’m busy, now. Stand out of my way, Scarecrow, and I’ll talk with you by and by.”
But the Scarecrow turned to the assembled courtiers and people and called in a loud voice:
“I hereby declare, in the name of Ozma of Oz, that this man is no longer ruler of Jinxland. From this moment Princess Gloria is your rightful Queen, and I ask all of you to be loyal to her and to obey her commands.”
The people looked fearfully at the King, whom they all hated in their hearts, but likewise feared. Krewl was now in a terrible rage and he raised his golden sceptre and struck the Scarecrow so heavy a blow that he fell to the floor.
But he was up again, in an instant, and with Pon’s riding-whip he switched the King so hard that the wicked monarch roared with pain as much as with rage, calling on his soldiers to capture the Scarecrow.
They tried to do that, and thrust their lances and swords into the straw body, but without doing any damage except to make holes in the Scarecrow’s clothes. However, they were many against one and finally old Googly-Goo brought a rope which he wound around the Scarecrow, binding his legs together and his arms to his sides, and after that the fight was over.
The King stormed and danced around in a dreadful fury, for he had never been so switched since he was a boy — and perhaps not then. He ordered the Scarecrow thrust into the castle prison, which was no task at all because one man could carry him easily, bound as he was.
Even after the prisoner was removed the King could not control his anger. He tried to figure out some way to be revenged upon the straw man, but could think of nothing that could hurt him. At last, when the terrified people and the frightened courtiers had all slunk away, old Googly-Goo approached the king with a malicious grin upon his face.
“I’ll tell you what to do,” said he. “Build a big bonfire and burn the Scarecrow up, and that will be the end of him.”
The King was so delighted with this suggestion that he hugged old Googly-Goo in his joy.
“Of course!” he cried. “The very thing. Why did I not think of it myself?”
So he summoned his soldiers and retainers and bade them prepare a great bonfire in an open space in the castle park. Also he sent word to all his people to assemble and witness the destruction of the Scarecrow who had dared to defy his power. Before long a vast throng gathered in the park and the servants had heaped up enough fuel to make a fire that might be seen for miles away — even in the daytime.
When all was prepared, the King had his throne brought out for him to sit upon and enjoy the spectacle, and then he sent his soldiers to fetch the Scarecrow.
Now the one thing in all the world that the straw man really feared was fire. He knew he would burn very easily and that his ashes wouldn’t amount to much afterward. It wouldn’t hurt him to be destroyed in such a manner, but he realized that many people in the Land of Oz, and especially Dorothy and the Royal Ozma, would feel sad if they learned that their old friend the Scarecrow was no longer in existence.
In spite of this, the straw man was brave and faced his fiery fate like a hero. When they marched him out before the concourse of people he turned to the King with great calmness and said:
“This wicked deed will cost you your throne, as well as much suffering, for my friends will avenge my destruction.”
“Your friends are not here, nor will they know what I have done to you, when you are gone and can-not tell them,” answered the King in a scornful voice.
Then he ordered the Scarecrow bound to a stout stake that he had had driven into the ground, and the materials for the fire were heaped all around him. When this had been done, the King’s brass band struck up a lively tune and old Googly-Goo came forward with a lighted match and set fire to the pile.
At once the flames shot up and crept closer and closer toward the Scarecrow. The King and all his people were so intent upon this terrible spectacle that none of them noticed how the sky grew suddenly dark. Perhaps they thought that the loud buzzing sound — like the noise of a dozen moving railway trains — came from the blazing fagots; that the rush of wind was merely a breeze. But suddenly down swept a flock of Orks, half a hundred of them at the least, and the powerful currents of air caused by their revolving tails sent the bonfire scattering in every direction, so that not one burning brand ever touched the Scarecrow.
But that was not the only effect of this sudden tornado. King Krewl was blown out of his throne and went tumbling heels over head until he landed with a bump against the stone wall of his own castle, and before he could rise a big Ork sat upon him and held him pressed flat to the ground. Old Googly-Goo shot up into the air like a rocket and landed on a tree, where he hung by the middle on a high limb, kicking the air with his feet and clawing the air with his hands, and howling for mercy like the coward he was.
The people pressed back until they were jammed close together, while all the soldiers were knocked over and sent sprawling to the earth. The excitement was great for a few minutes, and every frightened inhabitant of Jinxland looked with awe and amazement at the great Orks whose descent had served to rescue the Scarecrow and conquer King Krewl at one and the same time.
The Ork, who was the leader of the band, soon had the Scarecrow free of his bonds. Then he said: “Well, we were just in time to save you, which is better than being a minute too late. You are now the master here, and we are determined to see your orders obeyed.”
With this the Ork picked up Krewl’s golden crown, which had fallen off his head, and placed it upon the head of the Scarecrow, who in his awkward way then shuffled over to the throne and sat down in it.
Seeing this, a rousing cheer broke from the crowd of people, who tossed their hats and waved their handkerchiefs and hailed the Scarecrow as their King. The soldiers joined the people in the cheering, for now they fully realized that their hated master was conquered and it would be wise to show their good will to the conqueror. Some of them bound Krewl with ropes and dragged him forward, dumping his body on the ground before the Scarecrow’s throne. Googly-Goo struggled until he finally slid off the limb of the tree and came tumbling to the ground. He then tried to sneak away and escape, but the soldiers seized and bound him beside Krewl.
“The tables are turned,” said the Scarecrow, swelling out his chest until the straw within it crackled pleasantly, for he was highly pleased; “but it was you and your people who did it, friend Ork, and from this time you may count me your humble servant.”
Chapter Nineteen
The Conquest of the Witch
Now as soon as the conquest of King Krewl had taken place, one of the Orks had been dispatched to Pon’s house with the joyful news. At once Gloria and Pon and Trot and Button-Bright hastened toward the castle. They were somewhat surprised by the sight that met their eyes, for there was the Scarecrow, crowned King, and all the people kneeling humbly before him. So they likewise bowed low to the new ruler and then stood beside the throne. Cap’n Bill, as the gray grasshopper, was still perched upon Trot’s shoulder, but now he hopped to the shoulder of the Scarecrow and whispered into the painted ear:
“I thought Gloria was to be Queen of Jinxland.”
The Scarecrow shook his head.
“Not yet,” he answered. “No Queen with a frozen heart is fit to rule any country.” Then he turned to his new friend, the Ork, who was strutting about, very proud of what he had done, and said: “Do you suppose you, or your followers, could find old Blinkie the Witch?”
“Wher
e is she?” asked the Ork.
“Somewhere in Jinxland, I’m sure.”
“Then,” said the Ork, “we shall certainly be able to find her.”
“It will give me great pleasure,” declared the Scarecrow. “When you have found her, bring her here to me, and I will then decide what to do with her.”
The Ork called his followers together and spoke a few words to them in a low tone. A moment after they rose into the air — so suddenly that the Scarecrow, who was very light in weight, was blown quite out of his throne and into the arms of Pon, who replaced him carefully upon his seat. There was an eddy of dust and ashes, too, and the grasshopper only saved himself from being whirled into the crowd of people by jumping into a tree, from where a series of hops soon brought him back to Trot’s shoulder again. The Orks were quite out of sight by this time, so the Scarecrow made a speech to the people and presented Gloria to them, whom they knew well already and were fond of. But not all of them knew of her frozen heart, and when the Scarecrow related the story of the Wicked Witch’s misdeeds, which had been encouraged and paid for by Krewl and Googly-Goo, the people were very indignant.
Meantime the fifty Orks had scattered all over Jinx land, which is not a very big country, and their sharp eyes were peering into every valley and grove and gully. Finally one of them spied a pair of heels sticking out from underneath some bushes, and with a shrill whistle to warn his comrades that the witch was found the Ork flew down and dragged old Blinkie from her hiding-place. Then two or three of the Orks seized the clothing of the wicked woman in their strong claws and, lifting her high in the air, where she struggled and screamed to no avail, they flew with her straight to the royal castle and set her down before the throne of the Scarecrow.
“Good!” exclaimed the straw man, nodding his stuffed head with satisfaction. “Now we can proceed to business. Mistress Witch, I am obliged to request, gently but firmly, that you undo all the wrongs you have done by means of your witchcraft.”
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