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do they call it the Forbidden Fountain?” asked Dorothy, thoughtfully.

      “Don’t you know, dear?” returned Ozma, surprised.

      “No,” said Dorothy. “Of course I’ve seen the fountain in the palace grounds, ever since I first came to Oz; and I’ve read the sign which says: ‘All Persons are Forbidden to Drink at this Fountain.’ But I never knew WHY they were forbidden. The water seems clear and sparkling and it bubbles up in a golden basin all the time.”

      “That water,” declared Ozma, gravely, “is the most dangerous thing in all the Land of Oz. It is the Water of Oblivion.”

      “What does that mean?” asked Dorothy.

      “Whoever drinks at the Forbidden Fountain at once forgets everything he has ever known,” Ozma asserted.

      “It wouldn’t be a bad way to forget our troubles,” suggested Uncle Henry.

      “That is true; but you would forget everything else, and become as ignorant as a baby,” returned Ozma.

      “Does it make one crazy?” asked Dorothy.

      “No; it only makes one forget,” replied the girl Ruler. “It is said that once—long, long ago—a wicked King ruled Oz, and made himself and all his people very miserable and unhappy. So Glinda, the Good Sorceress, placed this fountain here, and the King drank of its water and forgot all his wickedness. His mind became innocent and vacant, and when he learned the things of life again they were all good things. But the people remembered how wicked their King had been, and were still afraid of him. Therefore, he made them all drink of the Water of Oblivion and forget everything they had known, so that they became as simple and innocent as their King. After that, they all grew wise together, and their wisdom was good, so that peace and happiness reigned in the land. But for fear some one might drink of the water again, and in an instant forget all he had learned, the King put that sign upon the fountain, where it has remained for many centuries up to this very day.”

      They had all listened intently to Ozma’s story, and when she finished speaking there was a long period of silence while all thought upon the curious magical power of the Water of Oblivion.

      Finally the Scarecrow’s painted face took on a broad smile that stretched the cloth as far as it would go.

      “How thankful I am,” he said, “that I have such an excellent assortment of brains!”

      “I gave you the best brains I ever mixed,” declared the Wizard, with an air of pride.

      “You did, indeed!” agreed the Scarecrow, “and they work so splendidly that they have found a way to save Oz—to save us all!”

      “I’m glad to hear that,” said the Wizard. “We never needed saving more than we do just now.”

      “Do you mean to say you can save us from those awful Phanfasms, and Growleywogs and Whimsies?” asked Dorothy eagerly.

      “I’m sure of it, my dear,” asserted the Scarecrow, still smiling genially.

      “Tell us how!” cried the Tin Woodman.

      “Not now,” said the Scarecrow. “You may all go to bed, and I advise you to forget your worries just as completely as if you had drunk of the Water of Oblivion in the Forbidden Fountain. I’m going to stay here and tell my plan to Ozma alone, but if you will all be at the Forbidden Fountain at daybreak, you’ll see how easily we will save the kingdom when our enemies break through the crust of earth and come from the tunnel.”

      So they went away and let the Scarecrow and Ozma alone; but Dorothy could not sleep a wink all night.

      “He is only a Scarecrow,” she said to herself, “and I’m not sure that his mixed brains are as clever as he thinks they are.”

      But she knew that if the Scarecrow’s plan failed they were all lost; so she tried to have faith in him.

      27. How the Fierce Warriors Invaded Oz

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      The Nome King and his terrible allies sat at the banquet table until midnight. There was much quarreling between the Growleywogs and Phanfasms, and one of the wee-headed Whimsies got angry at General Guph and choked him until he nearly stopped breathing. Yet no one was seriously hurt, and the Nome King felt much relieved when the clock struck twelve and they all sprang up and seized their weapons.

      “Aha!” shouted the First and Foremost. “Now to conquer the Land of Oz!”

      He marshaled his Phanfasms in battle array and at his word of command they marched into the tunnel and began the long journey through it to the Emerald City. The First and Foremost intended to take all the treasures of Oz for himself; to kill all who could be killed and enslave the rest; to destroy and lay waste the whole country, and afterward to conquer and enslave the Nomes, the Growleywogs and the Whimsies. And he knew his power was sufficient to enable him to do all these things easily.

      Next marched into the tunnel the army of gigantic Growleywogs, with their Grand Gallipoot at their head. They were dreadful beings, indeed, and longed to get to Oz that they might begin to pilfer and destroy. The Grand Gallipoot was a little afraid of the First and Foremost, but had a cunning plan to murder or destroy that powerful being and secure the wealth of Oz for himself. Mighty little of the plunder would the Nome King get, thought the Grand Gallipoot.

      The Chief of the Whimsies now marched his false-headed forces into the tunnel. In his wicked little head was a plot to destroy both the First and Foremost and the Grand Gallipoot. He intended to let them conquer Oz, since they insisted on going first; but he would afterward treacherously destroy them, as well as King Roquat, and keep all the slaves and treasure of Ozma’s kingdom for himself.

      After all his dangerous allies had marched into the tunnel the Nome King and General Guph started to follow them, at the head of fifty thousand Nomes, all fully armed.

      “Guph,” said the King, “those creatures ahead of us mean mischief. They intend to get everything for themselves and leave us nothing.”

      “I know,” replied the General; “but they are not as clever as they think they are. When you get the Magic Belt you must at once wish the Whimsies and Growleywogs and Phanfasms all back into their own countries—and the Belt will surely take them there.”

      “Good!” cried the King. “An excellent plan, Guph. I’ll do it. While they are conquering Oz I’ll get the Magic Belt, and then only the Nomes will remain to ravage the country.”

      So you see there was only one thing that all were agreed upon—that Oz should be destroyed.

      On, on, on the vast ranks of invaders marched, filling the tunnel from side to side. With a steady tramp, tramp, they advanced, every step taking them nearer to the beautiful Emerald City.

      “Nothing can save the Land of Oz!” thought the First and Foremost, scowling until his bear face was as black as the tunnel.

      “The Emerald City is as good as destroyed already!” muttered the Grand Gallipoot, shaking his war club fiercely.

      “In a few hours Oz will be a desert!” said the Chief of the Whimsies, with an evil laugh.

      “My dear Guph,” remarked the Nome King to his General, “at last my vengeance upon Ozma of Oz and her people is about to be accomplished.”

      “You are right!” declared the General. “Ozma is surely lost.”

      And now the First and Foremost, who was in advance and nearing the Emerald City, began to cough and to sneeze.

      “This tunnel is terribly dusty,” he growled, angrily. “I’ll punish that Nome King for not having it swept clean. My throat and eyes are getting full of dust and I’m as thirsty as a fish!”

      The Grand Gallipoot was coughing too, and