The Essential Works of L. Frank Baum. L. Frank Baum

I wonder what the Nomes are!” returned the King, as if puzzled.

      “They are underground elves, and that tunnel over there is full of them,” she answered. “You have a beautiful cavern at the other end of the tunnel, so you must go to your Nomes and say: ‘March home!’ Then follow after them and in time you will reach the pretty cavern where you live.”

      The Nome King was much pleased to learn this, for he had forgotten he had a cavern. So he went to the tunnel and said to his army: ‘March home!’ At once the Nomes turned and marched back through the tunnel, and the King followed after them, laughing with delight to find his orders so readily obeyed.

      The Wizard went to General Guph, who was trying to count his fingers, and told him to follow the Nome King, who was his master. Guph meekly obeyed, and so all the Nomes quitted the Land of Oz forever.

      But there were still the Phanfasms and Whimsies and Growleywogs standing around in groups, and they were so many that they filled the gardens and trampled upon the flowers and grass because they did not know that the tender plants would be injured by their clumsy feet. But in all other respects they were perfectly harmless and played together like children or gazed with pleasure upon the pretty sights of the royal gardens.

      After counseling with the Scarecrow Ozma sent Omby Amby to the palace for the Magic Belt, and when the Captain General returned with it the Ruler of Oz at once clasped the precious Belt around her waist.

      “I wish all these strange people—the Whimsies and the Growleywogs and the Phanfasms—safe back in their own homes!” she said.

      It all happened in a twinkling, for of course the wish was no sooner spoken than it was granted.

      All the hosts of the invaders were gone, and only the trampled grass showed that they had ever been in the Land of Oz.

      29. How Glinda Worked a Magic Spell

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      “That was better than fighting,” said Ozma, when all our friends were assembled in the palace after the exciting events of the morning; and each and every one agreed with her.

      “No one was hurt,” said the Wizard, delightedly.

      “And no one hurt us,” added Aunt Em.

      “But, best of all,” said Dorothy, “the wicked people have all forgotten their wickedness, and will not wish to hurt any one after this.”

      “True, Princess,” declared the Shaggy Man. “It seems to me that to have reformed all those evil characters is more important than to have saved Oz.”

      “Nevertheless,” remarked the Scarecrow, “I am glad Oz is saved. I can now go back to my new mansion and live happily.”

      “And I am glad and grateful that my pumpkin farm is saved,” said Jack.

      “For my part,” added the Tin Woodman, “I cannot express my joy that my lovely tin castle is not to be demolished by wicked enemies.”

      “Still,” said Tiktok, “o-ther en-e-mies may come to Oz some day.”

      “Why do you allow your clockwork brains to interrupt our joy?” asked Omby Amby, frowning at the machine man.

      “I say what I am wound up to say,” answered Tiktok.

      “And you are right,” declared Ozma. “I myself have been thinking of this very idea, and it seems to me there are entirely too many ways for people to get to the Land of Oz. We used to think the deadly desert that surrounds us was enough protection; but that is no longer the case. The Wizard and Dorothy have both come here through the air, and I am told the earth people have invented airships that can fly anywhere they wish them to go.”

      “Why, sometimes they do, and sometimes they don’t,” asserted Dorothy.

      “But in time the airships may cause us trouble,” continued Ozma, “for if the earth folk learn how to manage them we would be overrun with visitors who would ruin our lovely, secluded fairyland.”

      “That is true enough,” agreed the Wizard.

      “Also the desert fails to protect us in other ways,” Ozma went on, thoughtfully. “Johnny Dooit once made a sand-boat that sailed across it, and the Nome King made a tunnel under it. So I believe something ought to be done to cut us off from the rest of the world entirely, so that no one in the future will ever be able to intrude upon us.”

      “How will you do that?” asked the Scarecrow.

      “I do not know; but in some way I am sure it can be accomplished. Tomorrow I will make a journey to the castle of Glinda the Good, and ask her advice.”

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

      “Of course, my dear Princess; and I also invite any of our friends here who would like to undertake the journey.”

      They all declared they wished to accompany their girl Ruler, for this was indeed an important mission, since the future of the Land of Oz to a great extent depended upon it. So Ozma gave orders to her servants to prepare for the journey on the morrow.

      That day she watched her Magic Picture, and when it showed her that all the Nomes had returned through the tunnel to their underground caverns, Ozma used the Magic Belt to close up the tunnel, so that the earth underneath the desert sands became as solid as it was before the Nomes began to dig.

      Early the following morning a gay cavalcade set out to visit the famous Sorceress, Glinda the Good. Ozma and Dorothy rode in a chariot drawn by the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger, while the Sawhorse drew the red wagon in which rode the rest of the party.

      With hearts light and free from care they traveled merrily along through the lovely and fascinating Land of Oz, and in good season reached the stately castle in which resided the Sorceress.

      Glinda knew that they were coming.

      “I have been reading about you in my Magic Book,” she said, as she greeted them in her gracious way.

      “What is your Magic Book like?” inquired Aunt Em, curiously.

      “It is a record of everything that happens,” replied the Sorceress. “As soon as an event takes place, anywhere in the world, it is immediately found printed in my Magic Book. So when I read its pages I am well informed.”

      “Did it tell you how our enemies drank the Water of ‘Blivion?” asked Dorothy.

      “Yes, my dear; it told all about it. And also it told me you were all coming to my castle, and why.”

      “Then,” said Ozma, “I suppose you know what is in my mind, and that I am seeking a way to prevent any one in the future from discovering the Land of Oz.”

      “Yes; I know that. And while you were on your journey I have thought of a way to accomplish your desire. For it seems to me unwise to allow too many outside people to come here. Dorothy, with her uncle and aunt, has now returned to Oz to live always, and there is no reason why we should leave any way open for others to travel uninvited to our fairyland. Let us make it impossible for any one ever to communicate with us in any way, after this. Then we may live peacefully and contentedly.”

      “Your advice is wise,” returned Ozma. “I thank you, Glinda, for your promise to assist me.”

      “But how can you do it?” asked Dorothy. “How can you keep every one from ever finding Oz?”

      “By making our country invisible to all eyes but our own,” replied the Sorceress, smiling. “I have a magic charm powerful enough to accomplish that wonderful feat, and now that we have been warned of our danger by the Nome King’s invasion, I believe we must not hesitate to separate ourselves forever from all the rest of the world.”

      “I agree with you,” said the Ruler of Oz.