Glinda of Oz

       L. Frank Baum / Fantasy
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Glinda of Oz
Produced by Anthony Matonac



L. Frank Baum

In which are related the Exciting Experiences of Princess Ozma of Oz, and Dorothy, in their hazardous journey to the home of the Flatheads, and to the Magic Isle of the Skeezers, and how they were rescued from dire peril by the sorcery of Glinda the Good

by L. FRANK BAUM ”Royal Historian of Oz”

This Book is Dedicated to My Son Robert Stanton Baum


1 The Call to Duty 2 Ozma and Dorothy 3 The Mist Maidens 4 The Magic Tent 5 The Magic Stairway 6 Flathead Mountain 7 The Magic Isle 8 Queen Coo-ee-oh 9 Lady Aurex 10 Under Water 11 The Conquest of the Skeezers 12 The Diamond Swan 13 The Alarm Bell 14 Ozma's Counsellors 15 The Great Sorceress 16 The Enchanted Fishes 17 Under the Great Dome 18 The Cleverness of Ervic 19 Red Reera, the Yookoohoo 20 A Puzzling Problem 21 The Three Adepts 22 The Sunken Island 23 The Magic Words 24 Glinda's Triumph

Chapter One

The Call to Duty

Glinda, the good Sorceress of Oz, sat in the grand court of her palace,surrounded by her maids of honor--a hundred of the most beautiful girlsof the Fairyland of Oz. The palace court was built of rare marbles,exquisitely polished. Fountains tinkled musically here and there; thevast colonnade, open to the south, allowed the maidens, as they raisedtheir heads from their embroideries, to gaze upon a vista of rose-huedfields and groves of trees bearing fruits or laden with sweet-scentedflowers. At times one of the girls would start a song, the othersjoining in the chorus, or one would rise and dance, gracefully swayingto the music of a harp played by a companion. And then Glinda smiled,glad to see her maids mixing play with work.

Presently among the fields an object was seen moving, threading thebroad path that led to the castle gate. Some of the girls looked uponthis object enviously; the Sorceress merely gave it a glance and noddedher stately head as if pleased, for it meant the coming of her friendand mistress--the only one in all the land that Glinda bowed to.

Then up the path trotted a wooden animal attached to a red wagon, andas the quaint steed halted at the gate there descended from the wagontwo young girls, Ozma, Ruler of Oz, and her companion, PrincessDorothy. Both were dressed in simple white muslin gowns, and as theyran up the marble steps of the palace they laughed and chatted as gailyas if they were not the most important persons in the world's loveliestfairyland.

The maids of honor had risen and stood with bowed heads to greet theroyal Ozma, while Glinda came forward with outstretched arms to greether guests.

”We've just come on a visit, you know,” said Ozma. ”Both Dorothy and Iwere wondering how we should pass the day when we happened to thinkwe'd not been to your Quadling Country for weeks, so we took theSawhorse and rode straight here.”

”And we came so fast,” added Dorothy, ”that our hair is blown allfuzzy, for the Sawhorse makes a wind of his own. Usually it's a day'sjourney from the Em'rald City, but I don't s'pose we were two hours onthe way.”

”You are most welcome,” said Glinda the Sorceress, and led them throughthe court to her magnificent reception hall. Ozma took the arm of herhostess, but Dorothy lagged behind, kissing some of the maids she knewbest, talking with others, and making them all feel that she was theirfriend. When at last she joined Glinda and Ozma in the reception hall,she found them talking earnestly about the condition of the people, andhow to make them more happy and contented--although they were alreadythe happiest and most contented folks in all the world.

This interested Ozma, of course, but it didn't interest Dorothy verymuch, so the little girl ran over to a big table on which was lyingopen Glinda's Great Book of Records.

This Book is one of the greatest treasures in Oz, and the Sorceressprizes it more highly than any of her magical possessions. That is thereason it is firmly attached to the big marble table by means of goldenchains, and whenever Glinda leaves home she locks the Great Booktogether with five jeweled padlocks, and carries the keys safely hiddenin her bosom.

I do not suppose there is any magical thing in any fairyland to comparewith the Record Book, on the pages of which are constantly beingprinted a record of every event that happens in any part of the world,at exactly the moment it happens. And the records are always truthful,although sometimes they do not give as many details as one could wish.But then, lots of things happen, and so the records have to be brief oreven Glinda's Great Book could not hold them all.

Glinda looked at the records several times each day, and Dorothy,whenever she visited the Sorceress, loved to look in the Book and seewhat was happening everywhere. Not much was recorded about the Land ofOz, which is usually peaceful and uneventful, but today Dorothy foundsomething which interested her. Indeed, the printed letters wereappearing on the page even while she looked.

”This is funny!” she exclaimed. ”Did you know, Ozma, that there werepeople in your Land of Oz called Skeezers?”

”Yes,” replied Ozma, coming to her side, ”I know that on ProfessorWogglebug's Map of the Land of Oz there is a place marked 'Skeezer,'but what the Skeezers are like I do not know. No one I know has everseen them or heard of them. The Skeezer Country is 'way at the upperedge of the Gillikin Country, with the sandy, impassable desert on oneside and the mountains of Oogaboo on another side. That is a part ofthe Land of Oz of which I know very little.”

”I guess no one else knows much about it either, unless it's theSkeezers themselves,” remarked Dorothy. ”But the Book says: 'TheSkeezers of Oz have declared war on the Flatheads of Oz, and there islikely to be fighting and much trouble as the result.'”

”Is that all the Book says?” asked Ozma.

”Every word,” said Dorothy, and Ozma and Glinda both looked at theRecord and seemed surprised and perplexed.

”Tell me, Glinda,” said Ozma, ”who are the Flatheads?”

”I cannot, your Majesty,” confessed the Sorceress. ”Until now I neverhave heard of them, nor have I ever heard the Skeezers mentioned. Inthe faraway corners of Oz are hidden many curious tribes of people, andthose who never leave their own countries and never are visited bythose from our favored part of Oz, naturally are unknown to me.However, if you so desire, I can learn through my arts of sorcerysomething of the Skeezers and the Flatheads.”

”I wish you would,” answered Ozma seriously. ”You see, Glinda, if theseare Oz people they are my subjects and I cannot allow any wars ortroubles in the Land I rule, if I can possibly help it.”

”Very well, your Majesty,” said the Sorceress, ”I will try to get someinformation to guide you. Please excuse me for a time, while I retireto my Room of Magic and Sorcery.”

”May I go with you?” asked Dorothy, eagerly.

”No, Princess,” was the reply. ”It would spoil the charm to have anyonepresent.”

So Glinda locked herself in her own Room of Magic and Dorothy and Ozmawaited patiently for her to come out again.

In about an hour Glinda appeared, looking grave and thoughtful.

”Your Majesty,” she said to Ozma, ”the Skeezers live on a Magic Isle ina great lake. For that reason--because the Skeezers deal in magic--Ican learn little about them.”

”Why, I didn't know there was a lake in that part of Oz,” exclaimedOzma. ”The map shows a river running through the Skeezer Country, butno lake.”

”That is because the person who made the map never had visited thatpart of the country,” explained the Sorceress. ”The lake surely isthere, and in the lake is an island--a Magic Isle--and on that islandlive the people called the Skeezers.”

”What are they like?” inquired the Ruler of Oz.

”My magic cannot tell me that,” confessed Glinda, ”for the magic of theSkeezers prevents anyone outside of their domain knowing anything aboutthem.”

”The Flatheads must know, if they're going to fight the Skeezers,”suggested Dorothy.

”Perhaps so,” Glinda replied, ”but I can get little informationconcerning the Flatheads, either. They are people who inhabit amountain just south of the Lake of the Skeezers. The mountain has steepsides and a broad, hollow top, like a basin, and in this basin theFlatheads have their dwellings. They also are magic-workers and usuallykeep to themselves and allow no one from outside to visit them. I havelearned that the Flatheads number about one hundred people--men, womenand children--while the Skeezers number just one hundred and one.”

”What did they quarrel about, and why do they wish to fight oneanother?” was Ozma's next question.

”I cannot tell your Majesty that,” said Glinda.

”But see here!” cried Dorothy, ”it's against the law for anyone butGlinda and the Wizard to work magic in the Land of Oz, so if these twostrange people are magic-makers they are breaking the law and ought tobe punished!” Ozma smiled upon her little friend.

”Those who do not know me or my laws,” she said, ”cannot be expected toobey my laws. If we know nothing of the Skeezers or the Flatheads, itis likely that they know nothing of us.”

”But they ought to know, Ozma, and we ought to know. Who's going totell them, and how are we going to make them behave?”

”That,” returned Ozma, ”is what I am now considering. What would youadvise, Glinda?”

The Sorceress took a little time to consider this question, before shemade reply. Then she said: ”Had you not learned of the existence of theFlatheads and the Skeezers, through my Book of Records, you would neverhave worried about them or their quarrels. So, if you pay no attentionto these peoples, you may never hear of them again.”

”But that wouldn't be right,” declared Ozma. ”I am Ruler of all theLand of Oz, which includes the Gillikin Country, the Quadling Country,the Winkie Country and the Munchkin Country, as well as the EmeraldCity, and being the Princess of this fairyland it is my duty to makeall my people--wherever they may be--happy and content and to settletheir disputes and keep them from quarreling. So, while the Skeezersand Flatheads may not know me or that I am their lawful Ruler, I nowknow that they inhabit my kingdom and are my subjects, so I would notbe doing my duty if I kept away from them and allowed them to fight.”

”That's a fact, Ozma,” commented Dorothy. ”You've got to go up tothe Gillikin Country and make these people behave themselves and makeup their quarrels. But how are you going to do it?”

”That is what is puzzling me also, your Majesty,” said the Sorceress.”It may be dangerous for you to go into those strange countries, wherethe people are possibly fierce and warlike.”

”I am not afraid,” said Ozma, with a smile.

”'Tisn't a question of being 'fraid,” argued Dorothy. ”Of course weknow you're a fairy, and can't be killed or hurt, and we know you've alot of magic of your own to help you. But, Ozma dear, in spite of allthis you've been in trouble before, on account of wicked enemies, andit isn't right for the Ruler of all Oz to put herself in danger.”

”Perhaps I shall be in no danger at all,” returned Ozma, with a littlelaugh. ”You mustn't imagine danger, Dorothy, for one should onlyimagine nice things, and we do not know that the Skeezers and Flatheadsare wicked people or my enemies. Perhaps they would be good and listento reason.”

”Dorothy is right, your Majesty,” asserted the Sorceress. ”It is truewe know nothing of these faraway subjects, except that they intend tofight one another, and have a certain amount of magic power at theircommand. Such folks do not like to submit to interference and they aremore likely to resent your coming among them than to receive you kindlyand graciously, as is your due.”

”If you had an army to take with you,” added Dorothy, ”it wouldn't beso bad; but there isn't such a thing as an army in all Oz.”

”I have one soldier,” said Ozma.

”Yes, the soldier with the green whiskers; but he's dreadful 'fraid ofhis gun and never loads it. I'm sure he'd run rather than fight. Andone soldier, even if he were brave, couldn't do much against twohundred and one Flatheads and Skeezers.”

”What then, my friends, would you suggest?” inquired Ozma.

”I advise you to send the Wizard of Oz to them, and let him inform themthat it is against the laws of Oz to fight, and that you command themto settle their differences and become friends,” proposed Glinda. ”Letthe Wizard tell them they will be punished if they refuse to obey thecommands of the Princess of all the Land of Oz.”

Ozma shook her head, to indicate that the advice was not to hersatisfaction.

”If they refuse, what then?” she asked. ”I should be obliged to carryout my threat and punish them, and that would be an unpleasant anddifficult thing to do. I am sure it would be better for me to gopeacefully, without an army and armed only with my authority as Ruler,and plead with them to obey me. Then, if they prove obstinate I couldresort to other means to win their obedience.”

”It's a ticklish thing, anyhow you look at it,” sighed Dorothy. ”I'msorry now that I noticed the Record in the Great Book.”

”But can't you realize, my dear, that I must do my duty, now that I amaware of this trouble?” asked Ozma. ”I am fully determined to go atonce to the Magic Isle of the Skeezers and to the enchanted mountain ofthe Flatheads, and prevent war and strife between their inhabitants.The only question to decide is whether it is better for me to go alone,or to assemble a party of my friends and loyal supporters to accompanyme.”

”If you go I want to go, too,” declared Dorothy. ”Whatever happens it'sgoing to be fun--'cause all excitement is fun--and I wouldn't miss itfor the world!”

Neither Ozma nor Glinda paid any attention to this statement, for theywere gravely considering the serious aspect of this proposed adventure.

”There are plenty of friends who would like to go with you,” said theSorceress, ”but none of them would afford your Majesty any protectionin case you were in danger. You are yourself the most powerful fairy inOz, although both I and the Wizard have more varied arts of magic atour command. However, you have one art that no other in all the worldcan equal--the art of winning hearts and making people love to bow toyour gracious presence. For that reason I believe you can accomplishmore good alone than with a large number of subjects in your train.”

”I believe that also,” agreed the Princess. ”I shall be quite able totake care of myself, you know, but might not be able to protect othersso well. I do not look for opposition, however. I shall speak to thesepeople in kindly words and settle their dispute--whatever it may be--ina just manner.”

”Aren't you going to take me?” pleaded Dorothy. ”You'll need somecompanion, Ozma.”

The Princess smiled upon her little friend.

”I see no reason why you should not accompany me,” was her reply. ”Twogirls are not very warlike and they will not suspect us of being on anyerrand but a kindly and peaceful one. But, in order to prevent war andstrife between these angry peoples, we must go to them at once. Let usreturn immediately to the Emerald City and prepare to start on ourjourney early tomorrow morning.”

Glinda was not quite satisfied with this plan, but could not think ofany better way to meet the problem. She knew that Ozma, with all hergentleness and sweet disposition, was accustomed to abide by anydecision she had made and could not easily be turned from her purpose.Moreover she could see no great danger to the fairy Ruler of Oz in theundertaking, even though the unknown people she was to visit provedobstinate. But Dorothy was not a fairy; she was a little girl who hadcome from Kansas to live in the Land of Oz. Dorothy might encounterdangers that to Ozma would be as nothing but to an ”Earth child” wouldbe very serious.

The very fact that Dorothy lived in Oz, and had been made a Princess byher friend Ozma, prevented her from being killed or suffering any greatbodily pain as long as she lived in that fairyland. She could not growbig, either, and would always remain the same little girl who had cometo Oz, unless in some way she left that fairyland or was spirited awayfrom it. But Dorothy was a mortal, nevertheless, and might possibly bedestroyed, or hidden where none of her friends could ever find her. Shecould, for instance be cut into pieces, and the pieces, while stillalive and free from pain, could be widely scattered; or she might beburied deep underground or ”destroyed” in other ways by evil magicians,were she not properly protected. These facts Glinda was consideringwhile she paced with stately tread her marble hall.

Finally the good Sorceress paused and drew a ring from her finger,handing it to Dorothy.

”Wear this ring constantly until your return,” she said to the girl.”If serious danger threatens you, turn the ring around on your fingeronce to the right and another turn to the left. That will ring thealarm bell in my palace and I will at once come to your rescue. But donot use the ring unless you are actually in danger of destruction.While you remain with Princess Ozma I believe she will be able toprotect you from all lesser ills.”

”Thank you, Glinda,” responded Dorothy gratefully, as she placed thering on her finger. ”I'm going to wear my Magic Belt which I took fromthe Nome King, too, so I guess I'll be safe from anything the Skeezersand Flatheads try to do to me.”

Ozma had many arrangements to make before she could leave her throneand her palace in the Emerald City, even for a trip of a few days, soshe bade goodbye to Glinda and with Dorothy climbed into the Red Wagon.A word to the wooden Sawhorse started that astonishing creature on thereturn journey, and so swiftly did he run that Dorothy was unable totalk or do anything but hold tight to her seat all the way back to theEmerald City.

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