Complete Works of L. Frank Baum

by L. Frank Baum

  That puzzled them all for a while, but by and by Prince Thinkabit, who was a very clever young man, announced his readiness to undertake the job.

  “First, bring me a feather,” commanded the Prince.

  The royal chamberlain hunted around and soon found for him a long, fluffy feather. Taking this in his hand the Prince approached the Cast-iron Man and tickled him under the left arm with the end of the feather.

  “Ouch!” said the Cast-iron Man, giving a jump and rolling completely over, so that he lay on his back.

  “Hurrah!” cried the people, clapping their hands with joy at this successful stratagem; “the Prince is a very wise Prince, indeed!”

  Prince Thinkabit took off his hat and bowed politely to them in return for the compliment. Then he said:

  “Bring me a pin.”

  So Nuphsed brought him a pin with a very sharp point, and the Prince took it and walked up to the Cast-iron Man, and gave him a sharp prod in the back with the point of the pin.

  “Ouch!” again yelled the Cast-iron Man, giving at the same time such a great jump that he leaped square on his feet. But now, to their joy, they saw he was facing the mountains instead of the Valley.

  As soon as the Cast-iron Man stood up the machinery began to work again, and he marched with great steps up the mountain side and over into the kingdom of the wicked Scowleyow, where he crushed the King and all his people, and laid waste the land wherever he went.

  And that was their punishment for being envious of the good people of Mo.

  As to the fate of the Cast-iron Man, he was wound up so tightly that he kept walking straight on until he reached the sea, where he stepped into the water, went down to the bottom, and stuck fast in the mud.

  And I have no doubt he is there to this day.

  THE SEVENTH SURPRISE: TIMTOM AND THE PRINCESS PATTYCAKE

  NOW of all the monarch’s daughters the most beautiful by far was the Princess Pattycake. The deep blue of her eyes made even the sky envious, and the moss roses blushed when they saw the delicate bloom on her cheeks. The long strands of her silken hair were brighter than sunbeams, while her ears were like two tiny pink shells from the seashore. Indeed, there was nothing in all the Valley so dainty and pretty as Princess Pattycake, and many young men would have loved her had they dared. But, alas! the Princess had a most terrible temper, and never was pleased with anything; so the young men, and even the old ones, were afraid to come near her.

  She scolded from morning till night; she stamped her pretty foot with rage when any one spoke to her; and if ever her brothers tried to reason with her she boxed their ears so soundly that they were glad to let her alone. Even the good Queen could not love Pattycake as she did her other children, and the King often sighed when he thought of the ugly disposition of his beautiful daughter. Of course no one cared very much for her society, and she sat in her room all day long, refusing to join the others in their sports and games, and becoming more moody and bad-tempered the older she grew.

  One day a young man came to the court to bring pickled peaches to his Majesty, the King. The youth’s name was Timtom, and he lived so far away and came so seldom to court that never before had he seen the Princess Pattycake.

  When he looked into her sweet, blue eyes he loved her at once for her beauty, and being both brave and bold he went directly to the King and asked for Pattycake’s hand in marriage.

  His Majesty was naturally surprised at so strange a request; so he said to the young man:

  “What does the Princess say? Does she love you?”

  “I do not know,” replied Timtom, “for I have never spoken with her.”

  “Well,” said the King, much amazed at the ignorance and temerity of the youth, “go and speak to my daughter about the matter, and then come and tell me what she replies.”

  Timtom went at once to the room where Princess Pattycake was moodily sitting, and said, boldly:

  “I should like to marry you.”

  “What!” screamed the Princess, in a great rage; “marry me! Go away this instant, you impudent boy, or I shall throw my shoe at your head!”

  Timtom was both surprised and shocked at this outburst, but he realized that the Princess had a remarkably bad temper. Still he was not moved from his purpose, for she was so pretty he decided not to abandon the attempt to win her.

  “Do not be angry, for I love you,” he pleaded, looking bravely into Pattycake’s blue eyes.

  “Love me?” echoed the surprised Princess; “that is not possible! Every one else hates me.”

  “They do not hate you,” ventured Timtom; “it is your temper they hate.”

  “But my temper and I are one,” answered the Princess, harshly, as she stamped her foot.

  “Surely that is not so,” returned the young man, “for certainly I love you, while your temper I do not like a bit. Don’t you think you could love me?”

  “Perhaps I might, if you could cure my bad temper; but my temper will not allow me to love any one. In fact, I believe that unless you go away at once I shall be obliged to box your ears!”

  There seemed to be no help for her, so Timtom left the room sadly, and going to the King, told him what she had said.

  “Then that is the end of the matter,” declared the King, “for no one can cure Pattycake of her bad temper.”

  “I am resolved to try, nevertheless,” replied Timtom, “and, if I succeed, you must give me the Princess in marriage.”

  “I will, and my blessing into the bargain,” answered the King, heartily.

  Then Timtom left the court, and went back to his father’s house, where he thought on the problem for a week and a day. At the end of that time he was no nearer solving it than he was before; but his mother, who had noticed that her boy was in trouble, now came to him to ask the cause of his sad looks. Timtom told her all about the Princess Pattycake, and of his love for her, and the evil temper that would not be cured.

  His mother gave him her sympathy, and after some thought, said to him: “You must go to the sorceress Maëtta and ask her assistance. She is a good lady, and a friend to all the King’s family. I am quite sure she will aid you, if only you can find your way to the castle in which she lives.”

  “Where is this castle?” asked Timtom, brightening up.

  “Away to the south, in the midst of a thick wood,” answered his mother.

  “Then,” said he, sturdily, “if this castle exists, I will surely find it, for to win Pattycake is my only hope of happiness.”

  The next day he set out on his journey, filled with the hope of finding Maëtta’s castle and securing her assistance.

  Before he had gone very far a snow-storm began to rage. Now, the snow-storms in Mo are different from ours, for the snow is popcorn, and on this day it fell so thick and fast that poor Timtom had much difficulty in wading through it. He was obliged to stop frequently to rest, and ate a great deal of the popcorn that cumbered his path, for it was nicely buttered and salted.

  Finally, to his joy, it stopped snowing, and then he was able to walk along easily until he came to the River of Needles.

  When he looked on this river he was nearly discouraged, and could not think of a way to get across; for instead of water the river flowed a perfect stream of sharp, glittering needles.

  Sitting down on the bank, he was wondering what he should do when to his astonishment a small but sharp and disagreeable voice said to him:

  “Where are you going, stranger?”

  Timtom looked down between his feet and saw a black spider, which sat on a blade of grass and watched him curiously.

  “I am on my way to visit the sorceress Maëtta,” replied Timtom; “But I can not get across the River of Needles.”

  “They are very sharp, and would make a thousand holes through you in an instant,” remarked the spider, thoughtfully. “But perhaps I can help you. If you are willing to grant me a favor in return, I will gladly build a bridge, so you may cross the river in safety.”

  “What
is the favor?” he asked.

  “I have lost an eye, and you must ask the sorceress to give me a new one, for I can see but half as well as I could before.”

  “I will gladly do this for you,” said Timtom.

  “Very well; then I will build you a bridge,” promised the spider; “but if you have not the eye with you when you return I shall destroy the bridge, and you will never be able to get home again.”

  The young man agreed to this, for he was anxious to proceed. So the spider threw a web across the river, and then another, and another, until it had made a bridge of spider-web strong enough for Timtom to cross over.

  It bent and swayed when his weight was on the slender bridge, but it did not break, and after he was safe across he thanked the spider and renewed his promise to bring back the eye. Then he hurried away on his journey, for he had lost much time at the river.

  But, to his dismay, the young man shortly came to a deep gulf, that barred his way as completely as had the River of Needles. He peered down into it and saw it had no bottom, but opened away off at the other side of the world. Here was an obstacle which might well dishearten the boldest traveler, and Timtom was so grieved that he sat down on the brink and wept tears of disappointment.

  “What is troubling you?” asked a soft voice in his ear.

  Turning his head the youth saw a beautiful white bird sitting beside him.

  “I wish to visit the castle of the sorceress Maëtta on very important business,” he replied, “but I can not get over the gulf.”

  “I could carry you over with ease,” said the bird, “and shall gladly do so if, in return, you promise to grant me one favor.”

  “What is the favor?” inquired Timtom.

  “I have forgotten my song, through having a sore throat for a long time,” replied the bird. “So, try as I may, I can not sing a single note. If you will agree to bring me a new song from the sorceress I will take you over the gulf, and bring you back when you return. But unless you bring the song I shall not carry you over again.”

  Timtom joyfully agreed to this bargain, and then, sitting on the bird’s neck, he was borne safely across the deep gulf.

  After continuing his journey for an hour without further interruption he saw before him the edge of a great wood, and knew that in the midst of this forest of trees was the castle of Maëtta.

  He thought then that his difficulties were all over, and tramped bravely on until he reached the wood. What, now, was the youth’s horror on discovering on one side of his path a great lion, crouched ready to spring on any one who ventured to enter the wood, while on the other side was a monstrous tiger, likewise prepared to attack any intruder. The fierce beasts were growling terribly, and their eyes glowed like balls of fire.

  Timtom gladly would have turned back had such a thing been possible, for his heart was full of fear. But he remembered that without the bird’s song and the spider’s eye he could never reach home again. He also thought of the pretty face of Princess Pattycake, and this gave him courage. Resolving to perish, if need be, rather than fail in his adventure, the youth stepped boldly forward, and when he approached the snarling guardians of the forest he gave one bound and dashed into the wood.

  At the same moment the lion leaped at him from one side and the tiger from the other, and no doubt they would have devoured him had not Timtom’s foot slipped just then and thrown him flat on the ground. The lion and the tiger therefore met in mid air, and each one thinking it had hold of Timtom, tried to tear him to pieces, with the result that in a few moments they had devoured each other instead of him.

  The youth now strode rapidly through the wood, and was getting along famously when he came to a high wall of jasper that completely blocked his way. It was smooth as glass, and Timtom saw no way of climbing over it.

  While he stood wondering how he might overcome this new obstacle a gray rabbit hopped out from the bushes and asked:

  “Where do you wish to go, stranger?”

  “To the castle of the sorceress Maëtta,” answered Timtom.

  “Well, perhaps I can assist you,” said the rabbit. “I need a new tail badly, for my old one is merely a stump, and no use at all in fly-time. If you will be kind enough to get me a new tail from the sorceress Maëtta — a long, nice, bushy tail — I will dig under the wall, and so make a passage for you to the other side.”

  “I shall be pleased to return the favor by bringing you the tail,” declared Timtom, eagerly.

  “Very well; then you shall see how fast I can work,” returned the rabbit. Immediately it began digging away with its little paws, and in a very short time had made a hole large enough for Timtom to crawl under the wall.

  “If you do not bring the tail,” said the rabbit, in a warning voice, “I shall fill up the hole again, so that you will be unable to get back.”

  “Oh, I shall bring the tail, never fear,” answered the youth, and hurried away toward the castle of Maëtta, which was now visible through the trees.

  The castle was built of pure, white marble, and was very big and beautiful. It stood in a lovely garden filled with blue roses and pink buttercups, where fountains of gold spouted showers of diamonds, and rubies, and emeralds, and amethysts, all of which sparkled in the sun so gorgeously that it made Timtom’s eyes ache just to look at them.

  However, he had not come to admire these things, gorgeous and beautiful though they were, but to win the Princess Pattycake; so he walked to the entrance of the castle, and seeing no one about, entered the great door-way and passed through.

  He found himself in a passage-way covered with mother-of-pearl, where many electric lights were hidden in shells of most exquisite tintings. At the other end of the passage was a door studded with costly gems.

  Timtom walked up to this door and knocked on it. Immediately it swung open, and the youth found himself in a chamber entirely covered with diamonds. In the center was a large diamond throne, and on this sat Maëtta, clothed in a pure white gown, with a crown of diamonds on her brow and in her hand a golden scepter tipped with one enormous diamond that glowed like a ball of fire. Above the throne was a diamond-covered chandelier, with hundreds of electric lights, and these made the Grand Chamber of Diamonds glitter so brightly that Timtom was nearly blinded, and had to shade his eyes with his hand.

  But after a few moments he grew accustomed to the brightness and advancing to the throne fell on his knees before the sorceress and begged her earnestly to grant him her assistance.

  Maëtta was the most beautiful woman in all the world, but she was likewise gracious and kind. So she smiled sweetly on the youth, bidding him, in a voice like a silver bell, to arise from his knees and sit before her. Timtom obeyed and looked around for a chair, but could see none in the room. The lady made a motion with her scepter and instantly at his side appeared a splendid diamond chair, in which the young man seated himself, finding it remarkably comfortable.

  “Tell me what you desire,” said the sorceress, in her sweet voice.

  “I love the Princess Pattycake,” replied Timtom, without hesitation. “But she has so evil a disposition that she has refused to marry me unless I am able to cure her of her bad temper, which not only makes her miserable but ruins the pleasure of every one about her. So, knowing your power and the kindness of your heart, I have been bold enough to seek your castle, that I might crave your assistance, without which I can not hope to accomplish my purpose.”

  Maëtta waved her scepter thrice above her head, and a golden pill dropped at Timtom’s feet.

  “Your request is granted,” she said. “If you can induce the Princess to swallow this pill her evil temper will disappear, and I know she will love you dearly for having cured her. Take great care of it, for if it should be lost I can not give you another. Do you wish me to grant any other request before you return to the court?”

  Then Timtom remembered the rabbit, and the bird, and the spider, and told Maëtta how he had promised to bring back a gift for each of them.

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sp; So the kind sorceress gave him a nice, bushy tail for the rabbit, and a very pretty song for the bird, and a new, bright eye for the spider. These Timtom put in a little red box and placed the box carefully in his pocket. But the golden pill he tied into the corner of his handkerchief, for that was more precious than the rest.

  Having thanked the generous lady for her kindness and respectfully kissed the white hand she held out to him, Timtom left the Chamber of Diamonds and was soon proceeding joyfully on his homeward way.

  In a short time he reached the wall of jasper, but the rabbit was not to be seen. So, while he awaited its coming, he lay down to rest, and being tired by the long journey was soon fast asleep. And while he slept a Sly Fox stole out from the wood and discovered Timtom lying on the ground.

  “Oh, ho!” said the Sly Fox to himself, “this young man has been to visit the sorceress, and I’ll warrant he has some fine gift from her in that little red box I see sticking out from his pocket. I must try to steal that box and see what is in it!”

  Then, while the youth slumbered, unconscious of danger, the Sly Fox carefully drew the little red box from his pocket, and, taking it in his mouth, ran off into the woods with it.

  Soon after this the rabbit came back, and when it saw Timtom lying asleep it awakened him and asked:

  “Where is my new tail?”

  “Oh, I have brought you a fine one,” replied Timtom, with a smile. “It is in this little red box.” But when he searched for the box he discovered it had been stolen.

  So great was his distress at the loss that the gray rabbit was sorry for him.

  “I shall never be able to get home again,” he moaned, weeping tears of despair, “for all the gifts Maëtta gave me are now lost forever!”

  “Never mind,” said the rabbit, “I shall allow you to go under the wall without giving me the tail, for I know you tried to keep your promise. I suppose I can make this stubby tail do a while longer, since it is the only one I ever possessed. But beware when you come to the bird and the spider, for they will not be so kind to you as I am. The bird has no heart at all, and the spider’s heart is hard as a stone. Still I advise you to keep up your courage, for if you are brave and fearless you may succeed in getting home, after all. If you can not cross the gulf and the River of Needles, you are welcome to come back and live with me.”