Oz, The Complete Collection

by L. Frank Baum

  The Sorceress quickly summoned the Scarecrow and his friends to her tent, and began to question the supposed Mombi about the lost girl Ozma. But Jellia knew nothing at all of this affair, and presently she grew so nervous under the questioning that she gave way and began to weep, to Glinda’s great astonishment.

  “Here is some foolish trickery!” said the Sorceress, her eyes flashing with anger. “This is not Mombi at all, but some other person who has been made to resemble her! Tell me,” she demanded, turning to the trembling girl, “what is your name?”

  This Jellia dared not tell, having been threatened with death by the Witch if she confessed the fraud. But Glinda, sweet and fair though she was, understood magic better than any other person in the Land of Oz. So, by uttering a few potent words and making a peculiar gesture, she quickly transformed the girl into her proper shape, while at the same time old Mombi, far away in Jinjur’s palace, suddenly resumed her own crooked form and evil features.

  “Why, it’s Jellia Jamb!” cried the Scarecrow, recognizing in the girl one of his old friends.

  “It’s our interpreter!” said the Pumpkinhead, smiling pleasantly.

  Then Jellia was forced to tell of the trick Mombi had played and she also begged Glinda’s protection, which the Sorceress readily granted. But Glinda was now really angry, and sent word to Jinjur that the fraud was discovered and she must deliver up the real Mombi or suffer terrible consequences. Jinjur was prepared for this message, for the Witch well understood, when her natural form was thrust upon her, that Glinda had discovered her trickery. But the wicked old creature had already thought up a new deception, and had made Jinjur promise to carry it out. So the Queen said to Glinda’s messenger:

  “Tell your mistress that I cannot find Mombi anywhere; but that Glinda is welcome to enter the city and search herself for the old woman. She may also bring her friends with her, if she likes; but if she does not find Mombi by sundown, the Sorceress must promise to go away peaceably and bother us no more.”

  Glinda agreed to these terms, well knowing that Mombi was somewhere within the city walls. So Jinjur caused the gates to be thrown open, and Glinda marched in at the head of a company of soldiers, followed by the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, while Jack Pumpkinhead rode astride the Sawhorse, and the Educated, Highly Magnified Wogglebug sauntered behind in a dignified manner. Tip walked by the side of the Sorceress, for Glinda had conceived a great liking for the boy.

  Of course old Mombi had no intention of being found by Glinda; so, while her enemies were marching up the street, the Witch transformed herself into a red rose growing upon a bush in the garden of the palace. It was a clever idea, and a trick Glinda did not suspect; so several precious hours were spent in a vain search for Mombi.

  As sundown approached the Sorceress realized she had been defeated by the superior cunning of the aged Witch; so she gave the command to her people to march out of the city and back to their tents.

  The Scarecrow and his comrades happened to be searching in the garden of the palace just then, and they turned with disappointment to obey Glinda’s command. But before they left the garden the Tin Woodman, who was fond of flowers, chanced to espy a big red rose growing upon a bush; so he plucked the flower and fastened it securely in the tin buttonhole of his tin bosom.

  As he did this he fancied he heard a low moan proceed from the rose; but he paid no attention to the sound, and Mombi was thus carried out of the city and into Glinda’s camp without anyone having a suspicion that they had succeeded in their quest.

  Chapter 22

  The TRANSFORMATION of OLD MOMBI

  he Witch was at first frightened at finding herself captured by the enemy; but soon she decided that she was exactly as safe in the Tin Woodman’s button-hole as growing upon the bush. For no one knew the rose and Mombi to be one, and now that she was without the gates of the city her chances of escaping altogether from Glinda were much improved.

  “But there is no hurry,” thought Mombi. “I will wait awhile and enjoy the humiliation of this sorceress when she finds I have outwitted her.”

  So throughout the night the rose lay quietly on the Woodman’s bosom, and in the morning, when Glinda summoned our friends to a consultation, Nick Chopper carried his pretty flower with him to the white silk tent.

  “For some reason,” said Glinda, “we have failed to find this cunning old Mombi; so I fear our expedition will prove a failure. And for that I am sorry, because without our assistance little Ozma will never be rescued and restored to her rightful position as Queen of the Emerald City.”

  “Do not let us give up so easily,” said the Pumpkinhead. “Let us do something else.”

  “Something else must really be done,” replied Glinda, with a smile; “yet I cannot understand how I have been defeated so easily by an old Witch who knows far less of magic than I do myself.”

  “While we are on the ground I believe it would be wise for us to conquer the Emerald City for Princess Ozma, and find the girl afterward,” said the Scarecrow. “And while the girl remains hidden I will gladly rule in her place, for I understand the business of ruling much better than Jinjur does.”

  “But I have promised not to molest Jinjur,” objected Glinda.

  “Suppose you all return with me to my kingdom—or Empire, rather,” said the Tin Woodman, politely including the entire party in a royal wave of his arm. “It will give me great pleasure to entertain you in my castle, where there is room enough to spare. And if any of you wish to be nickel-plated, my valet will do it free of all expense.”

  While the Woodman was speaking Glinda’s eyes had been noting the rose in his button-hole, and now she imagined she saw the big red leaves of the flower tremble slightly. This quickly aroused her suspicions, and in a moment more the Sorceress had decided that the seeming rose was nothing else than a transformation of old Mombi. At the same instant Mombi knew she was discovered and must quickly plan an escape, and as transformations were easy to her she immediately took the form of a Shadow and glided along the wall of the tent toward the entrance, thinking thus to disappear.

  But Glinda had not only equal cunning, but far more experience than the Witch. So the Sorceress reached the opening of the tent before the Shadow, and with a wave of her hand closed the entrance so securely that Mombi could not find a crack big enough to creep through. The Scarecrow and his friends were greatly surprised at Glinda’s actions; for none of them had noted the Shadow. But the Sorceress said to them:

  “Remain perfectly quiet, all of you! For the old Witch is even now with us in this tent, and I hope to capture her.”

  These words so alarmed Mombi that she quickly transformed herself from a shadow to a Black Ant, in which shape she crawled along the ground, seeking a crack or crevice in which to hide her tiny body.

  Fortunately, the ground where the tent had been pitched, being just before the city gates, was hard and smooth; and while the Ant still crawled about, Glinda discovered it and ran quickly forward to effect its capture But, just as her hand was descending, the Witch, now fairly frantic with fear, made her last transformation, and in the form of a huge Griffin sprang through the wall of the tent—tearing the silk asunder in her rush—and in a moment had darted away with the speed of a whirlwind.

  Glinda did not hesitate to follow. She sprang upon the back of the Sawhorse and cried:

  “Now you shall prove that you have a right to be alive! Run—run—run!”

  The Sawhorse ran. Like a flash he followed the Griffin, his wooden legs moving so fast that they twinkled like the rays of a star. Before our friends could recover from their surprise both the Griffin and the Sawhorse had dashed out of sight.

  “Come! Let us follow!” cried the Scarecrow.

  They ran to the place where the Gump was lying and quickly tumbled aboard.

  “Fly!” commanded Tip, eagerly.

  “Where to?” asked the Gump, in its calm voice.

  “I don’t know,” returned Tip, who was very nervous at the del
ay; “but if you will mount into the air I think we can discover which way Glinda has gone.”

  “Very well,” returned the Gump, quietly; and it spread its great wings and mounted high into the air.

  Far away, across the meadows, they could now see two tiny specks, speeding one after the other; and they knew these specks must be the Griffin and the Sawhorse. So Tip called the Gump’s attention to them and bade the creature try to overtake the Witch and the Sorceress. But, swift as was the Gump’s flight, the pursued and pursuer moved more swiftly yet, and within a few moments were blotted out against the dim horizon.

  “Let us continue to follow them, nevertheless,” said the Scarecrow; “for the Land of Oz is of small extent, and sooner or later they must both come to a halt.”

  Old Mombi had thought herself very wise to choose the form of a Griffin, for its legs were exceedingly fleet and its strength more enduring than that of other animals. But she had not reckoned on the untiring energy of the Sawhorse, whose wooden limbs could run for days without slacking their speed. Therefore, after an hour’s hard running, the Griffin’s breath began to fail, and it panted and gasped painfully, and moved more slowly than before. Then it reached the edge of the desert and began racing across the deep sands. But its tired feet sank far into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell forward, completely exhausted, and lay still upon the desert waste.

  Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still vigorous Sawhorse; and having unwound a slender golden thread from her girdle the Sorceress threw it over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin, and so destroyed the magical power of Mombi’s transformation.

  For the animal, with one fierce shudder, disappeared from view, while in its place was discovered the form of the old Witch, glaring savagely at the serene and beautiful face of the Sorceress.

  Chapter 23

  PRINCESS OZMA of OZ

  ou are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to struggle any longer,” said Glinda, in her soft, sweet voice. “Lie still a moment, and rest yourself, and then I will carry you back to my tent.”

  “Why do you seek me?” asked Mombi, still scarce able to speak plainly for lack of breath. “What have I done to you, to be so persecuted?”

  “You have done nothing to me,” answered the gentle Sorceress; “but I suspect you have been guilty of several wicked actions; and if I find it is true that you have so abused your knowledge of magic, I intend to punish you severely.”

  “I defy you!” croaked the old hag. “You dare not harm me!”

  Just then the Gump flew up to them and alighted upon the desert sands beside Glinda. Our friends were delighted to find that Mombi had finally been captured, and after a hurried consultation it was decided they should all return to the camp in the Gump. So the Sawhorse was tossed aboard, and then Glinda, still holding an end of the golden thread that was around Mombi’s neck, forced her prisoner to climb into the sofas. The others now followed, and Tip gave the word to the Gump to return.

  The journey was made in safety, Mombi sitting in her place with a grim and sullen air; for the old hag was absolutely helpless so long as the magical thread encircled her throat. The army hailed Glinda’s return with loud cheers, and the party of friends soon gathered again in the royal tent, which had been neatly repaired during their absence.

  “Now,” said the Sorceress to Mombi, “I want you to tell us why the Wonderful Wizard of Oz paid you three visits, and what became of the child, Ozma, which so curiously disappeared.”

  The Witch looked at Glinda defiantly, but said not a word.

  “Answer me!” cried the Sorceress.

  But still Mombi remained silent.

  “Perhaps she doesn’t know,” remarked Jack.

  “I beg you will keep quiet,” said Tip. “You might spoil everything with your foolishness.”

  “Very well, dear father!” returned the Pumpkinhead, meekly.

  “How glad I am to be a Wogglebug!” murmured the Highly Magnified Insect, softly. “No one can expect wisdom to flow from a pumpkin.”

  “Well,” said the Scarecrow, “what shall we do to make Mombi speak? Unless she tells us what we wish to know her capture will do us no good at all.”

  “Suppose we try kindness,” suggested the Tin Woodman. “I’ve heard that anyone can be conquered with kindness, no matter how ugly they may be.”

  At this the Witch turned to glare upon him so horribly that the Tin Woodman shrank back abashed.

  Glinda had been carefully considering what to do, and now she turned to Mombi and said:

  “You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus defying us. For I am determined to learn the truth about the girl Ozma, and unless you tell me all that you know, I will certainly put you to death.”

  “Oh, no! Don’t do that!” exclaimed the Tin Woodman. “It would be an awful thing to kill anyone—even old Mombi!”

  “But it is merely a threat,” returned Glinda. “I shall not put Mombi to death, because she will prefer to tell me the truth.”

  “Oh, I see!” said the tin man, much relieved.

  “Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know,” said Mombi, speaking so suddenly that she startled them all. “What will you do with me then?”

  “In that case,” replied Glinda, “I shall merely ask you to drink a powerful draught which will cause you to forget all the magic you have ever learned.”

  “Then I would become a helpless old woman!”

  “But you would be alive,” suggested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly.

  “Do try to keep silent!” said Tip, nervously.

  “I’ll try,” responded Jack; “but you will admit that it’s a good thing to be alive.”

  “Especially if one happens to be Thoroughly Educated,” added the Wogglebug, nodding approval.

  “You may make your choice,” Glinda said to old Mombi, “between death if you remain silent, and the loss of your magical powers if you tell me the truth. But I think you will prefer to live.”

  Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and saw that she was in earnest, and not to be trifled with. So she replied, slowly:

  “I will answer your questions.”

  “That is what I expected,” said Glinda, pleasantly. “You have chosen wisely, I assure you.”

  She then motioned to one of her Captains, who brought her a beautiful golden casket. From this the Sorceress drew an immense white pearl, attached to a slender chain which she placed around her neck in such a way that the pearl rested upon her bosom, directly over her heart.

  “Now,” said she, “I will ask my first question: Why did the Wizard pay you three visits?”

  “Because I would not come to him,” answered Mombi.

  “That is no answer,” said Glinda, sternly. “Tell me the truth.”

  “Well,” returned Mombi, with downcast eyes, “he visited me to learn the way I make tea-biscuits.”

  “Look up!” commanded the Sorceress.

  Mombi obeyed.

  “What is the color of my pearl?” demanded Glinda.

  “Why—it is black!” replied the old Witch, in a tone of wonder.

  “Then you have told me a falsehood!” cried Glinda, angrily. “Only when the truth is spoken will my magic pearl remain a pure white in color.”

  Mombi now saw how useless it was to try to deceive the Sorceress; so she said, meanwhile scowling at her defeat:

  “The Wizard brought to me the girl Ozma, who was then no more than a baby, and begged me to conceal the child.”

  “That is what I thought,” declared Glinda, calmly. “What did he give you for thus serving him?”

  “He taught me all the magical tricks he knew. Some were good tricks, and some were only frauds; but I have remained faithful to my promise.”

  “What did you do with the girl?” asked Glinda; and at this question everyone bent forward and listened eagerly for the reply.

  “I enchanted her,” answered Mombi.

  “In what way?”

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�I transformed her into—into—”

  “Into what?” demanded Glinda, as the Witch hesitated.

  “Into a boy!” said Mombi, in a low tone.

  “A boy!” echoed every voice; and then, because they knew that this old woman had reared Tip from childhood, all eyes were turned to where the boy stood.

  “Yes,” said the old Witch, nodding her head; “that is the Princess Ozma—the child brought to me by the Wizard who stole her father’s throne. That is the rightful Ruler of the Emerald City!” and she pointed her long bony finger straight at the boy.

  “I!” cried Tip, in amazement. “Why, I’m no Princess Ozma—I’m not a girl!”

  Glinda smiled, and going to Tip she took his small brown hand within her dainty white one.

  “You are not a girl just now,” said she, gently, “because Mombi transformed you into a boy. But you were born a girl, and also a Princess; so you must resume your proper form, that you may become Queen of the Emerald City.”

  “Oh, let Jinjur be the Queen!” exclaimed Tip, ready to cry. “I want to stay a boy, and travel with the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, and the Wogglebug, and Jack—yes! and my friend the Sawhorse—and the Gump! I don’t want to be a girl!”

  “Never mind, old chap,” said the Tin Woodman, soothingly; “it don’t hurt to be a girl, I’m told; and we will all remain your faithful friends just the same. And, to be honest with you, I’ve always considered girls nicer than boys.”

  “They’re just as nice, anyway,” added the Scarecrow, patting Tip affectionately upon the head.

  “And they are equally good students,” proclaimed the Wogglebug. “I should like to become your tutor, when you are transformed into a girl again.”

  “But—see here!” said Jack Pumpkinhead, with a gasp: “if you become a girl, you can’t be my dear father any more!”

  “No,” answered Tip, laughing in spite of his anxiety; “and I shall not be sorry to escape the relationship.” Then he added, hesitatingly, as he turned to Glinda: “I might try it for a while—just to see how it seems, you know. But if I don’t like being a girl you must promise to change me into a boy again.”