FANTASTICAL ADVENTURES – L. Frank Baum Edition (Childhood Essentials Library). Лаймен Фрэнк Баум

Henry and Aunt Em could live here too.”

      “Of course not,” exclaimed the Ruler of Oz, laughing gaily. “So, in order to get you, little friend, we must invite your Uncle and Aunt to live in Oz, also.”

      “Oh, will you, Ozma?” cried Dorothy, clasping her chubby little hands eagerly. “Will you bring them here with the Magic Belt, and give them a nice little farm in the Munchkin Country, or the Winkie Country—or some other place?”

      “To be sure,” answered Ozma, full of joy at the chance to please her little friend. “I have long been thinking of this very thing, Dorothy dear, and often I have had it in my mind to propose it to you. I am sure your uncle and aunt must be good and worthy people, or you would not love them so much; and for YOUR friends, Princess, there is always room in the Land of Oz.”

      Dorothy was delighted, yet not altogether surprised, for she had clung to the hope that Ozma would be kind enough to grant her request. When, indeed, had her powerful and faithful friend refused her anything?

      “But you must not call me ‘Princess’,” she said; “for after this I shall live on the little farm with Uncle Henry and Aunt Em, and princesses ought not to live on farms.”

      “Princess Dorothy will not,” replied Ozma with her sweet smile. “You are going to live in your own rooms in this palace, and be my constant companion.”

      “But Uncle Henry—” began Dorothy.

      “Oh, he is old, and has worked enough in his lifetime,” interrupted the girl Ruler; “so we must find a place for your uncle and aunt where they will be comfortable and happy and need not work more than they care to. When shall we transport them here, Dorothy?”

      “I promised to go and see them again before they were turned out of the farmhouse,” answered Dorothy; “so—perhaps next Saturday—”

      “But why wait so long?” asked Ozma. “And why make the journey back to Kansas again? Let us surprise them, and bring them here without any warning.”

      “I’m not sure that they believe in the Land of Oz,” said Dorothy, “though I’ve told ‘em ‘bout it lots of times.”

      “They’ll believe when they see it,” declared Ozma; “and if they are told they are to make a magical journey to our fairyland, it may make them nervous. I think the best way will be to use the Magic Belt without warning them, and when they have arrived you can explain to them whatever they do not understand.”

      “Perhaps that’s best,” decided Dorothy. “There isn’t much use in their staying at the farm until they are put out, ‘cause it’s much nicer here.”

      “Then tomorrow morning they shall come here,” said Princess Ozma. “I will order Jellia Jamb, who is the palace housekeeper, to have rooms all prepared for them, and after breakfast we will get the Magic Belt and by its aid transport your uncle and aunt to the Emerald City.”

      “Thank you, Ozma!” cried Dorothy, kissing her friend gratefully.

      “And now,” Ozma proposed, “let us take a walk in the gardens before we dress for dinner. Come, Dorothy dear!”

      4. How The Nome King Planned Revenge

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      The reason most people are bad is because they do not try to be good. Now, the Nome King had never tried to be good, so he was very bad indeed. Having decided to conquer the Land of Oz and to destroy the Emerald City and enslave all its people, King Roquat the Red kept planning ways to do this dreadful thing, and the more he planned the more he believed he would be able to accomplish it.

      About the time Dorothy went to Ozma the Nome King called his Chief Steward to him and said:

      “Kaliko, I think I shall make you the General of my armies.”

      “I think you won’t,” replied Kaliko, positively.

      “Why not?” inquired the King, reaching for his scepter with the big sapphire.

      “Because I’m your Chief Steward and know nothing of warfare,” said Kaliko, preparing to dodge if anything were thrown at him. “I manage all the affairs of your kingdom better than you could yourself, and you’ll never find another Steward as good as I am. But there are a hundred Nomes better fitted to command your army, and your Generals get thrown away so often that I have no desire to be one of them.”

      “Ah, there is some truth in your remarks, Kaliko,” remarked the King, deciding not to throw the scepter. “Summon my army to assemble in the Great Cavern.”

      Kaliko bowed and retired, and in a few minutes returned to say that the army was assembled. So the King went out upon a balcony that overlooked the Great Cavern, where fifty thousand Nomes, all armed with swords and pikes, stood marshaled in military array.

      When they were not required as soldiers all these Nomes were metal workers and miners, and they had hammered so much at the forges and dug so hard with pick and shovel that they had acquired great muscular strength. They were strangely formed creatures, rather round and not very tall. Their toes were curly and their ears broad and flat.

      In time of war every Nome left his forge or mine and became part of the great army of King Roquat. The soldiers wore rock-colored uniforms and were excellently drilled.

      The King looked upon this tremendous army, which stood silently arrayed before him, and a cruel smile curled the corners of his mouth, for he saw that his legions were very powerful. Then he addressed them from the balcony, saying:

      “I have thrown away General Blug, because he did not please me. So I want another General to command this army. Who is next in command?”

      “I am,” replied Colonel Crinkle, a dapper-looking Nome, as he stepped forward to salute his monarch.

      The King looked at him carefully and said:

      “I want you to march this army through an underground tunnel, which I am going to bore, to the Emerald City of Oz. When you get there I want you to conquer the Oz people, destroy them and their city, and bring all their gold and silver and precious stones back to my cavern. Also you are to recapture my Magic Belt and return it to me. Will you do this, General Crinkle?”

      “No, your Majesty,” replied the Nome; “for it can’t be done.”

      “Oh indeed!” exclaimed the King. Then he turned to his servants and said: “Please take General Crinkle to the torture chamber. There you will kindly slice him into thin slices. Afterward you may feed him to the seven-headed dogs.”

      “Anything to oblige your Majesty,” replied the servants, politely, and led the condemned man away.

      When they had gone, the King addressed the army again.

      “Listen!” said he. “The General who is to command my armies must promise to carry out my orders. If he fails he will share the fate of poor Crinkle. Now, then, who will volunteer to lead my hosts to the Emerald City?”

      For a time no one moved and all were silent. Then an old Nome with white whiskers so long that they were tied around his waist to prevent their tripping him up, stepped out of the ranks and saluted the King.

      “I’d like to ask a few questions, your Majesty,” he said.

      “Go ahead,” replied the King.

      “These Oz people are quite good, are they not?”

      “As good as apple pie,” said the King.

      “And they are happy, I suppose?” continued the old Nome.

      “Happy as the day is long,” said the King.

      “And contented and prosperous?” inquired the Nome.

      “Very much so,” said