For some time Ozma had ruled over this fair country, and never was Ruler more popular or beloved. She is said to be the most beautiful girl the world has ever known, and her heart and mind are as lovely as her person.

  Dorothy Gale had several times visited the Emerald City and experienced adventures in the Land of Oz, so that she and Ozma had now become firm friends. The girl Ruler had even made Dorothy a Princess of Oz, and had often implored her to come to Ozma’s stately palace and live there always; but Dorothy had been loyal to her Aunt Em and Uncle Henry, who had cared for her since she was a baby, and she had refused to leave them because she knew they would be lonely without her.

  However, Dorothy now realized that things were going to be different with her uncle and aunt from this time forth, so after giving the matter deep thought she decided to ask Ozma to grant her a very great favor.

  A few seconds after she had made the secret signal in her little bedchamber, the Kansas girl was seated in a lovely room in Ozma’s palace in the Emerald City of Oz. When the first loving kisses and embraces had been exchanged, the fair Ruler inquired:

  “What is the matter, dear? I know something unpleasant has happened to you, for your face was very sober when I saw it in my Magic Picture. And whenever you signal me to transport you to this safe place, where you are always welcome, I know you are in danger or in trouble.”

  Dorothy sighed.

  “This time, Ozma, it isn’t I,” she replied. “But it’s worse, I guess, for Uncle Henry and Aunt Em are in a heap of trouble, and there seems no way for them to get out of it—anyhow, not while they live in Kansas.”

  “Tell me about it, Dorothy,” said Ozma, with ready sympathy.

  “Why, you see Uncle Henry is poor; for the farm in Kansas doesn’t ‘mount to much, as farms go. So one day Uncle Henry borrowed some money, and wrote a letter saying that if he didn’t pay the money back they could take his farm for pay. Course he ‘spected to pay by making money from the farm; but he just couldn’t. An’ so they’re going to take the farm, and Uncle Henry and Aunt Em won’t have any place to live. They’re pretty old to do much hard work, Ozma; so I’ll have to work for them, unless—”

  Ozma had been thoughtful during the story, but now she smiled and pressed her little friend’s hand.

  “Unless what, dear?” she asked.

  Dorothy hesitated, because her request meant so much to them all.

  “Well,” said she, “I’d like to live here in the Land of Oz, where you’ve often ‘vited me to live. But I can’t, you know, unless Uncle 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 to-morrow 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

  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 the King.

  “Well, your Majesty,” remarked he of the white whiskers, “I think I should like to undertake the job, so I’ll be your General. I hate good people; I detest happy people; I’m opposed to any one who is contented and prosperous. That is why I am so fond of your Majesty. Make me your General and I’ll promise to conquer and destroy the Oz people. If I fail I’m ready to be sliced thin and fed to the seven-headed dogs.”

  “Very good! Very good, indeed! That’s the way to talk!” cried Roquat the Red, who was greatly pleased. “What is your name, General?”

  “I’m called Guph, your Majesty.”

  “Well, Guph, come with me to my private cave, and we’ll talk it over.” Then he turned to the army. “Nomes and soldiers,” said he, “you are to obey the commands of General Guph until he becomes dog-feed. Any man who fails to obey his new General will be promptly thrown away. You are now dismissed.”

  Guph went to the King’s private cave and sat down upon an amethyst chair and put his feet on the arm of the King’s ruby throne. Then he lighted his pipe and threw the live coal he had taken from his pocket upon the King’s left foot and puffed the smoke into the King’s eyes and made himself comfortable. For he was a wise old Nome, and he knew that the best way to get along with Roquat the Red was to show that he was not afraid of him.

  “I’m ready for the talk, your Majesty,” he said.

  The King coughed and looked at his new General fiercely.

  “Do you not tremble to take such liberties with your monarch?” he asked.

  “Oh no,” replied Guph, calmly, and he blew a wreath of smoke that curled around the King’s nose and made him sneeze. “You want to conquer the Emerald City, and I’m the only Nome in all your dominions who can conquer it. So you will be very careful not to hurt me until I have carried out your wishes. After that—”

  “Well, what then?” inquired the King.

  “Then you will be so grateful to me that you won’t care to hurt me,” replied the General.

  “That is a very good argument,” said Roquat. “But suppose you fail?”

  “Then it’s the slicing machine. I agree to that,” announced Guph. “But if you do as I tell you there will be no failure. The trouble with you, Roquat, is that you don’t think carefully enough. I do. You would go ahead and march through your tunnel into Oz, and get defeated and driven back. I won’t. And the reason I won’t is because when I march I’ll have all my plans made, and a host of allies to assist my Nomes.”

  “What do you mean by that?” asked the King.

  “I’ll explain, King Roquat. You’re going to attack a fairy country, and a mighty fairy country, too. They haven’t much of an army in Oz, but the Princess who ruled them has a fairy wand; and the little girl Dorothy has your Magic Belt; and at the North of the Emerald City lives a clever sorceress called Glinda the Good, who commands the spirits of the air. Also I have heard that there is a wonderful Wizard in Ozma’s palace, who is so skillful that people used to pay him money in America to see him perform. So you see it will be no easy thing to overcome all this magic.”

  “We have fifty thousand soldiers!” cried the King proudly.

  “Yes; but they are Nomes,” remarked Guph, taking a silk handkerchief from the King’s pocket and wiping his own pointed shoes with it. “Nomes are immortals, but they are not strong on magic. When you lost your famous Belt the greater part of your own power was gone from you. Against Ozma you and your Nomes would have no show at all.”

  Roquat’s eyes flashed angrily.

  “Then away you go to the slicing machine!” he cried.

  “Not yet,” said the General, filling his pipe from the King’s private tobacco pouch.

  “What do you propose to do?” asked the monarch.

  “I propose to obtain the power we need,” answered Guph. “There are a good many evil creatures who have magic powers sufficient to destroy and conquer the Land of Oz. We will get them on our side, band them all together, and then take Ozma and her people by surprise. It’s all very simple and easy when you know how. Alone, we should be helpless to injure the Ruler of Oz, but with the aid of the evil powers we can summon we shall easily succeed.”

  King Roquat was delighted with this idea, for he realized how clever it was.

  “Surely, Guph, you are the greatest General I have ever had!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy. “You must go at once and make arrangements with the evil powers to assist us, and meantime I’ll begin to dig the tunnel.”

  “I thought you’d agree with me, Roquat,” replied the new General. “I’ll start this very afternoon to visit the Chief of the Whimsies.”

  5. How Dorothy Became a Princess

  When the people of the Emerald City heard that Dorothy had returned to them every one was eager to see her, for the little girl was a general favorite in the Land of Oz. From time to time some of the folk from the great outside world had found their way into this fairyland, but all except one had been companions of Dorothy and had turned out to be very agreeable people. The exception I speak of was the wonderful Wizard of Oz, a sleight-of-hand performer from Omaha who went up in a balloon and was carried by a current of air to the Emerald City. His queer and puzzling tricks made the people of Oz believe him a great wizard for a time, and he ruled over them until Dorothy arrived on her first visit and showed the Wizard to be a mere humbug. He was a gentle, kind-hearted little man, and Dorothy grew to like him afterward. When, after an absence, the Wizard returned to the Land of Oz, Ozma received him graciously and gave him a home in a part of the palace.

  In addition to the Wizard two other personages from the outside world had been allowed to make their home in the Emerald City. The first was a quaint Shaggy Man, whom Ozma had made the Governor of the Royal Storehouses, and the second a Yellow Hen named Billina, who had a fine house in the gardens back of the palace, where she looked after a large family. Both these had been old comrades of Dorothy, so you see the little girl was quite an important personage in Oz, and the people thought she had brought them good luck, and loved her next best to Ozma. During her several visits this little girl had been the means of destroying two wicked witches who oppressed the people, and she had discovered a live scarecrow who was now one of the most popular personages in all the fairy country. With the Scarecrow’s help she had rescued Nick Chopper, a Tin Woodman, who had rusted in a lonely forest, and the tin man was now the Emperor of the Country of the Winkies and much beloved because of his kind heart. No wonder the people thought Dorothy had brought them good luck! Yet, strange as it may seem, she had accomplished all these wonders not because she was a fairy or had any magical powers whatever, but because she was a simple, sweet and true little girl who was honest to herself and to all whom she met. In this world in which we live simplicity and kindness are the only magic wands that work wonders, and in the Land of Oz Dorothy found these same qualities had won for her the love and admiration of the people. Indeed, the little girl had made many warm friends in the fairy country, and the only real grief the Ozites had ever experienced was when Dorothy left them and returned to her Kansas home.

  Now she received a joyful welcome, although no one except Ozma knew at first that she had finally come to stay for good and all.

  That evening Dorothy had many callers, and among them were such important people as Tiktok, a machine man who thought and spoke and moved by clockwork; her old companion the genial Shaggy Man; Jack Pumpkinhead, whose body was brush-wood and whose head was a ripe pumpkin with a face carved upon it; the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger, two great beasts from the forest, who served Princess Ozma, and Professor H. M. Wogglebug, T.E. This wogglebug was a remarkable creature. He had once been a tiny little bug, crawling around in a school-room, but he was discovered and highly magnified so that he could be seen more plainly, and while in this magnified condition he had escaped. He had always remained big, and he dressed like a dandy and was so full of knowledge and information (which are distinct acquirements) that he had been made a Professor and the head of the Royal College.