“Ozma will help you, I’m sure,” said Dorothy. “How does it feel, Scarecrow, to be a Bear?” she asked, addressing her old friend.
“I don’t like it,” declared the Scarecrow Bear. “This brutal form is quite beneath the dignity of a wholesome straw man.”
“And think of me,” said the Owl, perching upon the dashboard of the Red Wagon with much noisy clattering of his tin feathers. “Don’t I look horrid, Dorothy, with eyes several sizes too big for my body, and so weak that I ought to wear spectacles?”
“Well,” said Dorothy critically, as she looked him over, “you’re nothing to brag of, I must confess. But Ozma will soon fix you up again.”
The Green Monkey had hung back, bashful at meeting two lovely girls while in the form of a beast; but Jinjur now took his hand and led him forward while she introduced him to Ozma, and Woot managed to make a low bow, not really ungraceful, before her girlish Majesty, the Ruler of Oz.
“You have all been forced to endure a sad experience,” said Ozma, “and so I am anxious to do all in my power to break Mrs. Yoop’s enchantments. But first tell me how you happened to stray into that lonely Valley where Yoop Castle stands.”
Between them they related the object of their journey, the Scarecrow Bear telling of the Tin Woodman’s resolve to find Nimmie Amee and marry her, as a just reward for her loyalty to him. Woot told of their adventures with the Loons of Loonville, and the Tin Owl described the manner in which they had been captured and transformed by the Giantess. Then Polychrome related her story, and when all had been told, and Dorothy had several times reproved Toto for growling at the Tin Owl, Ozma remained thoughtful for a while, pondering upon what she had heard. Finally she looked up, and with one of her delightful smiles, said to the anxious group:
“I am not sure my magic will be able to restore every one of you, because your transformations are of such a strange and unusual character. Indeed, Mrs. Yoop was quite justified in believing no power could alter her enchantments. However, I am sure I can restore the Scarecrow to his original shape. He was stuffed with straw from the beginning, and even the Yookoohoo magic could not alter that. The Giantess was merely able to make a bear’s shape of a man’s shape, but the bear is stuffed with straw, just as the man was. So I feel confident I can make a man of the bear again.”
“Hurrah!” cried the Brown Bear, and tried clumsily to dance a jig of delight.
“As for the Tin Woodman, his case is much the same,” resumed Ozma, still smiling. “The power of the Giantess could not make him anything but a tin creature, whatever shape she transformed him into, so it will not be impossible to restore him to his manly form. Anyhow, I shall test my magic at once, and see if it will do what I have promised.”
She drew from her bosom a small silver Wand and, making passes with the Wand over the head of the Bear, she succeeded in the brief space of a moment in breaking his enchantment. The original Scarecrow of Oz again stood before them, well stuffed with straw and with his features nicely painted upon the bag which formed his head.
The Scarecrow was greatly delighted, as you may suppose, and he strutted proudly around while the powerful fairy, Ozma of Oz, broke the enchantment that had transformed the Tin Woodman and made a Tin Owl into a Tin Man again.
“Now, then,” chirped the Canary, eagerly; “I’m next, Ozma!”
“But your case is different,” replied Ozma, no longer smiling but wearing a grave expression on her sweet face. “I shall have to experiment on you, Polychrome, and I may fail in all my attempts.”
She then tried two or three different methods of magic, hoping one of them would succeed in breaking Polychrome’s enchantment, but still the Rainbow’s Daughter remained a Canary-Bird. Finally, however, she experimented in another way. She transformed the Canary into a Dove, and then transformed the Dove into a Speckled Hen, and then changed the Speckled Hen into a Rabbit, and then the Rabbit into a Fawn. And at the last, after mixing several powders and sprinkling them upon the Fawn, the Yookoohoo enchantment was suddenly broken and before them stood one of the daintiest and loveliest creatures in any fairyland in the world. Polychrome was as sweet and merry in disposition as she was beautiful, and when she danced and capered around in delight, her beautiful hair floated around her like a golden mist and her many-hued raiment, as soft as cobwebs, reminded one of drifting clouds in a summer sky.
Woot was so awed by the entrancing sight of this exquisite Sky Fairy that he quite forgot his own sad plight until be noticed Ozma gazing upon him with an intent expression that denoted sympathy and sorrow. Dorothy whispered in her friend’s ear, but the Ruler of Oz shook her head sadly.
Jinjur, noticing this and understanding Ozma’s looks, took the paw of the Green Monkey in her own hand and patted it softly.
“Never mind,” she said to him. “You are a very beautiful color, and a monkey can climb better than a boy and do a lot of other things no boy can ever do.”
“What’s the matter?” asked Woot, a sinking feeling at his heart. “Is Ozma’s magic all used up?”
Ozma herself answered him.
“Your form of enchantment, my poor boy,” she said pityingly, “is different from that of the others. Indeed, it is a form that is impossible to alter by any magic known to fairies or Yookoohoos. The wicked Giantess was well aware, when she gave you the form of a Green Monkey, that the Green Monkey must exist in the Land of Oz for all future time.”
Woot drew a long sigh.
“Well, that’s pretty hard luck,” he said bravely, “but if it can’t be helped I must endure it; that’s all. I don’t like being a monkey, but what’s the use of kicking against my fate?”
They were all very sorry for him, and Dorothy anxiously asked Ozma:
“Couldn’t Glinda save him?”
“No,” was the reply. “Glinda’s power in transformations is no greater than my own. Before I left my palace I went to my Magic Room and studied Woot’s case very carefully. I found that no power can do away with the Green Monkey. He might transfer, or exchange his form with some other person, it is true; but the Green Monkey we cannot get rid of by any magic arts known to science.”
“But—see here,” said the Scarecrow, who had listened intently to this explanation, “why not put the monkey’s form on some one else?”
“Who would agree to make the change?” asked Ozma. “If by force we caused anyone else to become a Green Monkey, we would be as cruel and wicked as Mrs. Yoop. And what good would an exchange do?” she continued. “Suppose, for instance, we worked the enchantment, and made Toto into a Green Monkey. At the same moment Woot would become a little dog.”
“Leave me out of your magic, please,” said Toto, with a reproachful growl. “I wouldn’t become a Green Monkey for anything.”
“And I wouldn’t become a dog,” said Woot. “A green monkey is much better than a dog, it seems to me.”
“That is only a matter of opinion,” answered Toto.
“Now, here’s another idea,” said the Scarecrow. “My brains are working finely today, you must admit. Why not transform Toto into Woot the Wanderer, and then have them exchange forms? The dog would become a green monkey and the monkey would have his own natural shape again.”
“To be sure!” cried Jinjur. “That’s a fine idea.”
“Leave me out of it,” said Toto. “I won’t do it.”
“Wouldn’t you be willing to become a green monkey—see what a pretty color it is—so that this poor boy could be restored to his own shape?” asked Jinjur, pleadingly.
“No,” said Toto.
“I don’t like that plan the least bit,” declared Dorothy, “for then I wouldn’t have any little dog.”
“But you’d have a green monkey in his place,” persisted Jinjur, who liked Woot and wanted to help him.
“I don’t want a green monkey,” said Dorothy positively.
“Don’t speak of this again, I beg of you,” said Woot. “This is my own misfortune and I would rather suffer it alone than d
eprive Princess Dorothy of her dog, or deprive the dog of his proper shape. And perhaps even her Majesty, Ozma of Oz, might not be able to transform anyone else into the shape of Woot the Wanderer.”
“Yes; I believe I might do that,” Ozma returned; “but Woot is quite right; we are not justified in inflicting upon anyone—man or dog—the form of a green monkey. Also it is certain that in order to relieve the boy of the form he now wears, we must give it to someone else, who would be forced to wear it always.”
“I wonder,” said Dorothy, thoughtfully, “if we couldn’t find someone in the Land of Oz who would be willing to become a green monkey? Seems to me a monkey is active and spry, and he can climb trees and do a lot of clever things, and green isn’t a bad color for a monkey—it makes him unusual.”
“I wouldn’t ask anyone to take this dreadful form,” said Woot; “it wouldn’t be right, you know. I’ve been a monkey for some time, now, and I don’t like it. It makes me ashamed to be a beast of this sort when by right of birth I’m a boy; so I’m sure it would be wicked to ask anyone else to take my place.”
They were all silent, for they knew he spoke the truth. Dorothy was almost ready to cry with pity and Ozma’s sweet face was sad and disturbed. The Scarecrow rubbed and patted his stuffed head to try to make it think better, while the Tin Woodman went into the house and began to oil his tin joints so that the sorrow of his friends might not cause him to weep. Weeping is liable to rust tin, and the Emperor prided himself upon his highly polished body—now doubly dear to him because for a time he had been deprived of it.
Polychrome had danced down the garden paths and back again a dozen times, for she was seldom still a moment, yet she had heard Ozma’s speech and understood very well Woot’s unfortunate position. But the Rainbow’s Daughter, even while dancing, could think and reason very clearly, and suddenly she solved the problem in the nicest possible way. Coming close to Ozma, she said:
“Your Majesty, all this trouble was caused by the wickedness of Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess. Yet even now that cruel woman is living in her secluded castle, enjoying the thought that she has put this terrible enchantment on Woot the Wanderer. Even now she is laughing at our despair because we can find no way to get rid of the green monkey. Very well, we do not wish to get rid of it. Let the woman who created the form wear it herself, as a just punishment for her wickedness. I am sure your fairy power can give to Mrs. Yoop the form of Woot the Wanderer—even at this distance from her—and then it will be possible to exchange the two forms. Mrs. Yoop will become the Green Monkey, and Woot will recover his own form again.”
Ozma’s face brightened as she listened to this clever proposal.
“Thank you, Polychrome,” said she. “The task you propose is not so easy as you suppose, but I will make the attempt, and perhaps I may succeed.”
Chapter 14
The GREEN MONKEY
hey now entered the house, and as an interested group, watched Jinjur, at Ozma’s command, build a fire and put a kettle of water over to boil. The Ruler of Oz stood before the fire silent and grave, while the others, realizing that an important ceremony of magic was about to be performed, stood quietly in the background so as not to interrupt Ozma’s proceedings. Only Polychrome kept going in and coming out, humming softly to herself as she danced, for the Rainbow’s Daughter could not keep still for long, and the four walls of a room always made her nervous and ill at ease. She moved so noiselessly, however, that her movements were like the shifting of sunbeams and did not annoy anyone.
When the water in the kettle bubbled, Ozma drew from her bosom two tiny packets containing powders. These powders she threw into the kettle and after briskly stirring the contents with a branch from a macaroon bush, Ozma poured the mystic broth upon a broad platter which Jinjur had placed upon the table. As the broth cooled it became as silver, reflecting all objects from its smooth surface like a mirror.
While her companions gathered around the table, eagerly attentive—and Dorothy even held little Toto in her arms that he might see—Ozma waved her wand over the mirror-like surface. At once it reflected the interior of Yoop Castle, and in the big hall sat Mrs. Yoop, in her best embroidered silken robes, engaged in weaving a new lace apron to replace the one she had lost.
The Giantess seemed rather uneasy, as if she had a faint idea that someone was spying upon her, for she kept looking behind her and this way and that, as though expecting danger from an unknown source. Perhaps some Yookoohoo instinct warned her. Woot saw that she had escaped from her room by some of the magical means at her disposal, after her prisoners had escaped her. She was now occupying the big hall of her castle as she used to do. Also Woot thought, from the cruel expression on the face of the Giantess, that she was planning revenge on them, as soon as her new magic apron was finished.
But Ozma was now making passes over the platter with her silver Wand, and presently the form of the Giantess began to shrink in size and to change its shape. And now, in her place sat the form of Woot the Wanderer, and as if suddenly realizing her transformation Mrs. Yoop threw down her work and rushed to a looking-glass that stood against the wall of her room. When she saw the boy’s form reflected as her own, she grew violently angry and dashed her head against the mirror, smashing it to atoms.
Just then Ozma was busy with her magic Wand, making strange figures, and she had also placed her left hand firmly upon the shoulder of the Green Monkey. So now, as all eyes were turned upon the platter, the form of Mrs. Yoop gradually changed again. She was slowly transformed into the Green Monkey, and at the same time Woot slowly regained his natural form.
It was quite a surprise to them all when they raised their eyes from the platter and saw Woot the Wanderer standing beside Ozma. And, when they glanced at the platter again, it reflected nothing more than the walls of the room in Jinjur’s house in which they stood. The magic ceremonial was ended, and Ozma of Oz had triumphed over the wicked Giantess.
“What will become of her, I wonder?” said Dorothy, as she drew a long breath.
“She will always remain a Green Monkey,” replied Ozma, “and in that form she will be unable to perform any magical arts whatsoever. She need not be unhappy, however, and as she lives all alone in her castle she probably won’t mind the transformation very much after she gets used to it.”
“Anyhow, it serves her right,” declared Dorothy, and all agreed with her.
“But,” said the kind hearted Tin Woodman, “I’m afraid the Green Monkey will starve, for Mrs. Yoop used to get her food by magic, and now that the magic is taken away from her, what can she eat?”
“Why, she’ll eat what other monkeys do,” returned the Scarecrow. “Even in the form of a Green Monkey, she’s a very clever person, and I’m sure her wits will show her how to get plenty to eat.”
“Don’t worry about her,” advised Dorothy. “She didn’t worry about you, and her condition is no worse than the condition she imposed on poor Woot. She can’t starve to death in the Land of Oz, that’s certain, and if she gets hungry at times it’s no more than the wicked thing deserves. Let’s forget Mrs. Yoop; for, in spite of her being a Yookoohoo, our fairy friends have broken all of her transformations.”
Chapter 15
The MAN of TIN
zma and Dorothy were quite pleased with Woot the Wanderer, whom they found modest and intelligent and very well mannered. The boy was truly grateful for his release from the cruel enchantment, and he promised to love, revere and defend the girl Ruler of Oz forever afterward, as a faithful subject.
“You may visit me at my palace, if you wish,” said Ozma, “where I will be glad to introduce you to two other nice boys, Ojo the Munchkin and Button-Bright.”
“Thank your Majesty,” replied Woot, and then he turned to the Tin Woodman and inquired: “What are your further plans, Mr. Emperor? Will you still seek Nimmie Amee and marry her, or will you abandon the quest and return to the Emerald City and your own castle?”
The Tin Woodman, now as highly polished and
well-oiled as ever, reflected a while on this question and then answered:
“Well, I see no reason why I should not find Nimmie Amee. We are now in the Munchkin Country, where we are perfectly safe, and if it was right for me, before our enchantment, to marry Nimmie Amee and make her Empress of the Winkies, it must be right now, when the enchantment has been broken and I am once more myself. Am I correct, friend Scarecrow?”
“You are, indeed,” answered the Scarecrow. “No one can oppose such logic.”
“But I’m afraid you don’t love Nimmie Amee,” suggested Dorothy.
“That is just because I can’t love anyone,” replied the Tin Woodman. “But, if I cannot love my wife, I can at least be kind to her, and all husbands are not able to do that.”
“Do you s’pose Nimmie Amee still loves you, after all these years?” asked Dorothy.
“I’m quite sure of it, and that is why I am going to her to make her happy. Woot the Wanderer thinks I ought to reward her for being faithful to me after my meat body was chopped to pieces and I became tin. What do you think, Ozma?”
Ozma smiled as she said:
“I do not know your Nimmie Amee, and so I cannot tell what she most needs to make her happy. But there is no harm in your going to her and asking her if she still wishes to marry you. If she does, we will give you a grand wedding at the Emerald City and, afterward, as Empress of the Winkies, Nimmie Amee would become one of the most important ladies in all Oz.”
So it was decided that the Tin Woodman would continue his journey, and that the Scarecrow and Woot the Wanderer should accompany him, as before. Polychrome also decided to join their party, somewhat to the surprise of all.
“I hate to be cooped up in a palace,” she said to Ozma, “and of course the first time I meet my Rainbow I shall return to my own dear home in the skies, where my fairy sisters are even now awaiting me and my father is cross because I get lost so often. But I can find my Rainbow just as quickly while traveling in the Munchkin Country as I could if living in the Emerald City—or any other place in Oz—so I shall go with the Tin Woodman and help him woo Nimmie Amee.”
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