The Marvelous Land of Oz
bush; so he plucked the flower and fastened it securely in the tin
buttonhole of his tin bosom.
As he did this he fancied he heard a low moan proceed from the rose;
but he paid no attention to the sound, and Mombi was thus carried out
of the city and into Glinda’s camp without anyone having a suspicion
that they had succeeded in their quest.
The Transformation of Old Mombi
The Witch was at first frightened at finding herself captured by the
enemy; but soon she decided that she was exactly as safe in the Tin
Woodman’s button-hole as growing upon the bush. For no one knew the
rose and Mombi to be one, and now that she was without the gates of the
City her chances of escaping altogether from Glinda were much improved.
“But there is no hurry,” thought Mombi. “I will wait awhile and enjoy
the humiliation of this Sorceress when she finds I have outwitted her.”
So throughout the night the rose lay quietly on the Woodman’s bosom,
and in the morning, when Glinda summoned our friends to a consultation,
Nick Chopper carried his pretty flower with him to the white silk tent.
“For some reason,” said Glinda, “we have failed to find this cunning
old Mombi; so I fear our expedition will prove a failure. And for that
I am sorry, because without our assistance little Ozma will never be
rescued and restored to her rightful position as Queen of the Emerald
City”
“Do not let us give up so easily,” said the Pumpkinhead. “Let us do
something else.”
“Something else must really be done,” replied Glinda, with a smile.
“yet I cannot understand how I have been defeated so easily by an old
Witch who knows far less of magic than I do myself.”
“While we are on the ground I believe it would be wise for us to
conquer the Emerald City for Princess Ozma, and find the girl
afterward,” said the Scarecrow. “And while the girl remains hidden I
will gladly rule in her place, for I understand the business of ruling
much better than Jinjur does.”
“But I have promised not to molest Jinjur,” objected Glinda.
“Suppose you all return with me to my kingdom—or Empire, rather,” said
the Tin Woodman, politely including the entire party in a royal wave of
his arm. “It will give me great pleasure to entertain you in my castle,
where there is room enough and to spare. And if any of you wish to be
nickel-plated, my valet will do it free of all expense.”
While the Woodman was speaking Glinda’s eyes had been noting the rose
in his button-hole, and now she imagined she saw the big red leaves of
the flower tremble slightly. This quickly aroused her suspicions, and
in a moment more the Sorceress had decided that the seeming rose was
nothing else than a transformation of old Mombi. At the same instant
Mombi knew she was discovered and must quickly plan an escape, and as
transformations were easy to her she immediately took the form of a
Shadow and glided along the wall of the tent toward the entrance,
thinking thus to disappear.
But Glinda had not only equal cunning, but far more experience than the
Witch. So the Sorceress reached the opening of the tent before the
Shadow, and with a wave of her hand closed the entrance so securely
that Mombi could not find a crack big enough to creep through. The
Scarecrow and his friends were greatly surprised at Glinda’s actions;
for none of them had noted the Shadow. But the Sorceress said to them:
“Remain perfectly quiet, all of you! For the old Witch is even now with
us in this tent, and I hope to capture her.”
These words so alarmed Mombi that she quickly transformed herself from
a shadow to a Black Ant, in which shape she crawled along the ground,
seeking a crack or crevice in which to hide her tiny body.
Fortunately, the ground where the tent had been pitched, being Just
before the city gates, was hard and smooth; and while the Ant still
crawled about, Glinda discovered it and ran quickly forward to effect
its capture But, Just as her hand was descending, the Witch, now fairly
frantic with fear, made her last transformation, and in the form of a
huge Griffin sprang through the wall of the tent—tearing the silk
asunder in her rush—and in a moment had darted away with the speed of a
whirlwind.
Glinda did not hesitate to follow. She sprang upon the back of the
Saw-Horse and cried:
“Now you shall prove that you have a right to be alive! Run—run—run!”
The Saw-Horse ran. Like a flash he followed the Griffin, his wooden
legs moving so fast that they twinkled like the rays of a star. Before
our friends could recover from their surprise both the Griffin and the
Saw-Horse had dashed out of sight.
“Come! Let us follow!” cried the Scarecrow.
They ran to the place where the Gump was lying and quickly tumbled
aboard.
“Fly!” commanded Tip, eagerly.
“Where to?” asked the Gump, in its calm voice.
“I don’t know,” returned Tip, who was very nervous at the delay; “but
if you will mount into the air I think we can discover which way Glinda
has gone.”
“Very well,” returned the Gump, quietly; and it spread its great wings
and mounted high into the air.
Far away, across the meadows, they could now see two tiny specks,
speeding one after the other; and they knew these specks must be the
Griffin and the Saw-Horse. So Tip called the Gump’s attention to them
and bade the creature try to overtake the Witch and the Sorceress. But,
swift as was the Gump’s flight, the pursued and pursuer moved more
swiftly yet, and within a few moments were blotted out against the dim
horizon.
“Let us continue to follow them, nevertheless,” said the Scarecrow.
“for the Land of Oz is of small extent, and sooner or later they must
both come to a halt.”
Old Mombi had thought herself very wise to choose the form of a
Griffin, for its legs were exceedingly fleet and its strength more
enduring than that of other animals. But she had not reckoned on the
untiring energy of the Saw-Horse, whose wooden limbs could run for days
without slacking their speed. Therefore, after an hour’s hard running,
the Griffin’s breath began to fail, and it panted and gasped painfully,
and moved more slowly than before. Then it reached the edge of the
desert and began racing across the deep sands. But its tired feet sank
far into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell forward,
completely exhausted, and lay still upon the desert waste.
Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still vigorous Saw-Horse; and
having unwound a slender golden thread from her girdle the Sorceress
threw it over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin, and so
destroyed the magical power of Mombi’s transformation.
For the animal, with one fierce shudder, disappeared from view, while
in its place was discovered the form of the old Witch, glaring savagely
at the serene and beautiful face of the Sorceress.
Princess Ozma of Oz
“You are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to struggle any
longer,” said Glinda, in her soft, sweet voice. “Lie still a moment,
and rest yourself, and then I will carry you back to my tent.”
“Why do you seek me?” asked Mombi, still scarce able to speak plainly
for lack of breath. “What have I done to you, to be so persecuted?”
“You have done nothing to me,” answered the gentle Sorceress; “but I
suspect you have been guilty of several wicked actions; and if I find
it is true that you have so abused your knowledge of magic, I intend to
punish you severely.”
“I defy you!” croaked the old hag. “You dare not harm me!”
Just then the Gump flew up to them and alighted upon the desert sands
beside Glinda. Our friends were delighted to find that Mombi had
finally been captured, and after a hurried consultation it was decided
they should all return to the camp in the Gump. So the Saw-Horse was
tossed aboard, and then Glinda still holding an end of the golden
thread that was around Mombi’s neck, forced her prisoner to climb into
the sofas. The others now followed, and Tip gave the word to the Gump
to return.
The Journey was made in safety, Mombi sitting in her place with a grim
and sullen air; for the old hag was absolutely helpless so long as the
magical thread encircled her throat. The army hailed Glinda’s return
with loud cheers, and the party of friends soon gathered again in the
royal tent, which had been neatly repaired during their absence.
“Now,” said the Sorceress to Mombi, “I want you to tell us why the
Wonderful Wizard of Oz paid you three visits, and what became of the
child, Ozma, which so curiously disappeared.”
The Witch looked at Glinda defiantly, but said not a word.
“Answer me!” cried the Sorceress.
But still Mombi remained silent.
“Perhaps she doesn’t know,” remarked Jack.
“I beg you will keep quiet,” said Tip. “You might spoil everything with
your foolishness.”
“Very well, dear father!” returned the Pumpkinhead, meekly.
“How glad I am to be a Woggle-Bug!” murmured the Highly Magnified
Insect, softly. “No one can expect wisdom to flow from a pumpkin.”
“Well,” said the Scarecrow, “what shall we do to make Mombi speak?
Unless she tells us what we wish to know her capture will do us no good
at all.”
“Suppose we try kindness,” suggested the Tin Woodman. “I’ve heard that
anyone can be conquered with kindness, no matter how ugly they may be.”
At this the Witch turned to glare upon him so horribly that the Tin
Woodman shrank back abashed.
Glinda had been carefully considering what to do, and now she turned to
Mombi and said:
“You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus defying us. For I am
determined to learn the truth about the girl Ozma, and unless you tell
me all that you know, I will certainly put you to death.”
“Oh, no! Don’t do that!” exclaimed the Tin Woodman. “It would be an
awful thing to kill anyone—even old Mombi!”
“But it is merely a threat,” returned Glinda. “I shall not put Mombi to
death, because she will prefer to tell me the truth.”
“Oh, I see!” said the tin man, much relieved.
“Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know,”. said Mombi, speaking
so suddenly that she startled them all. “What will you do with me
then?”
“In that case,” replied Glinda, “I shall merely ask you to drink a
powerful draught which will cause you to forget all the magic you have
ever learned.”
“Then I would become a helpless old woman!”
“But you would be alive,” suggested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly.
“Do try to keep silent!” said Tip, nervously.
“I’ll try,” responded Jack; “but you will admit that it’s a good thing
to be alive.”
“Especially if one happens to be Thoroughly Educated,” added the
Woggle-Bug, nodding approval.
“You may make your choice,” Glinda said to old Mombi, “between death if
you remain silent, and the loss of your magical powers if you tell me
the truth. But I think you will prefer to live.”
Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and saw that she was in
earnest, and not to be trifled with. So she replied, slowly:
“I will answer your questions.”
“That is what I expected,” said Glinda, pleasantly. “You have chosen
wisely, I assure you.”
She then motioned to one of her Captains, who brought her a beautiful
golden casket. From this the Sorceress drew an immense white pearl,
attached to a slender chain which she placed around her neck in such a
way that the pearl rested upon her bosom, directly over her heart.
“Now,” said she, “I will ask my first question: Why did the Wizard pay
you three visits?”
“Because I would not come to him,” answered Mombi.
“That is no answer,” said Glinda, sternly. “Tell me the truth.”