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the patchwork girl of oz-第27章

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Scarecrow  was quite serious。 Seeing that he was



interested in Scraps they forbore to say anything



against her。 The little band of friends Ozma had



gathered around her was so quaintly assorted that



much care must be exercised to avoid hurting their



feelings or making any one of them unhappy。 It was



this considerate kindness that held them close



friends and enabled them to enjoy one another's



society。







Another thing they avoided was conversing



on unpleasant subjects; and for that reason Ojo



and his troubles were not mentioned during the



dinner。 The Shaggy Man; however; related his



adventures with the monstrous plants which



had seized and enfolded the travelers; and told



how he had robbed Chiss; the giant porcupine;



of the quills which it was accustomed to throw



at people。 Both Dorothy and Ozma were pleased



with this exploit and thought it served Chiss



right。







Then they talked of the Woozy; which was the



most remarkable animal any of them had ever before



seenexcept; perhaps; the live Sawhorse。 Ozma had



never known that her dominions contained such a



thing as a Woozy; there being but one in existence



and this being confined in his forest for many



years。 Dorothy said she believed the Woozy was a



good beast; honest and faithful; hut she added



that she did not care much for the Glass Cat。







〃Still;〃 said the Shaggy Man; 〃the Glass Cat



is very pretty and if she were not so conceited



over her pink brains no one would object to her



as a companion。







The Wizard had been eating silently until



now; when he looked up and remarked:







〃That Powder of Life which is made by the



Crooked Magician is really a wonderful thing。



But Dr。 Pipt does not know its true value and



he uses it in the most foolish ways。〃







〃I must see about that;〃 said Ozma; gravely。



Then she smiled again and continued in a



lighter tone: 〃It was Dr。 Pipt's famous Powder



of Life that enabled me to become the Ruler



of Oz。〃







〃I've never heard that story;〃 said the Shaggy



Man; looking at Ozma questioningly。







〃Well; when I was a baby girl I was stolen by an



old Witch named Mombi and transformed into a boy;〃



began the girl Ruler。 〃I did not know who I was



and when I grew big enough to work; the Witch made



me wait upon her and carry wood for the fire and



hoe in the garden。 One day she came back from a



journey bringing some of the Powder of Life; which



Dr。 Pipt had given her。 I had made a pumpkin…



headed man and set it up in her path to frighten



her; for I was fond of fun and hated the Witch。



But she knew what the figure was and to test her



Powder of Life she sprinkled some of it on the man



I had made。 It came to life and is now our dear



friend Jack Pumpkinhead。 That night I ran away



with Jack to escape punishment; and I took old



Mombi's Powder of Life with me。 During our journey



we came upon a wooden Sawhorse standing by the



road and I used the magic powder to bring it to



life。 The Sawhorse has been with me ever since。



When I got to the Emerald City the good Sorceress;



Glinda; knew who I was and restored me to my



proper person; when I became the rightful Ruler of



this land。 So you see had not old Mombi brought



home the Powder of Life I might never have run



away from her and become Ozma of Oz; nor would we



have had Jack Pumpkinhead and the Sawhorse to



comfort and amuse us。〃







That story interested the Shaggy Man very much;



as well as the others; who had often heard it



before。 The dinner being now concluded; they all



went to Ozma's drawing…room; where they passed a



pleasant evening before it came time to retire。



















Chapter Eighteen







Ojo is Forgiven











The next morning the Soldier with the Green



Whiskers went to the prison and took Ojo away to



the royal palace; where he was summoned to appear



before the girl Ruler for judgment。 Again the



soldier put upon the boy the jeweled handcuffs and



white prisoner's robe with the peaked top and



holes for the eyes。 Ojo was so ashamed; both of



his disgrace and the fault he had committed; that



he was glad to be covered up in this way; so that



people could not see him or know who he was。 He



followed the Soldier with the Green Whiskers very



willingly; anxious that his fate might be decided



as soon as possible。







The inhabitants of the Emerald City were polite



people and never jeered at the unfortunate; but it



was so long since they bad seen a prisoner that



they cast many curious looks toward the boy and



many of them hurried away to the royal palace to



be present during the trial。







When Ojo was escorted into the great Throne



Room of the palace he found hundreds of people



assembled there。 In the magnificent emerald



throne; which sparkled with countless jewels; sat



Ozma of Oz in her Robe of State; which was



embroidered with emeralds and pearls。 On her



right; but a little lower; was Dorothy; and on her



left the Scarecrow。 Still lower; but nearly in



front of Ozma; sat the wonderful Wizard of Oz and



on a small table beside him was the golden vase



from Dorothy's room; into which Scraps had dropped



the stolen clover。







At Ozma's feet crouched two enormous beasts;



each the largest and most powerful of its kind。



Although these beasts were quite free; no one



present was alarmed by them; for the Cowardly Lion



and the Hungry Tiger were well known and respected



in the Emerald City and they always guarded the



Ruler when she held high court in the Throne Room。



There was still another beast present; but this



one Dorothy held in her arms; for it was her



constant companion; the little dog Toto。 Toto knew



the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger and often



played and romped with them; for they were good



friends。







Seated on ivory chairs before Ozma; with a clear



space between them and the throne; were many of



the nobility of the Emerald City; lords and ladies



in beautiful costumes; and officials of the



kingdom in the royal uniforms of Oz。 Behind these



courtiers were others of less importance; filling



the great hall to the very doors。







At the same moment that the Soldier with the



Green Whiskers arrived with Ojo; the Shaggy Man



entered from a side door; escorting the Patchwork



Girl; the Woozy and the Glass Cat。 All these came



to the vacant space before the throne and stood



facing the Ruler。







〃Hullo; Ojo;〃 said Scraps; 〃how are you?〃







〃All right;〃 he replied; but the scene awed the



boy and his voice trembled a little with fear。



Nothing could awe the Patchwork Girl; and although



the Woozy was somewhat uneasy in these splendid



surroundings the Glass Cat was delighted with the



sumptuousness of the court and the impressiveness



of the occasionpretty big words but quite



expressive。







At a sign from Ozma the soldier removed Ojo's



white robe and the boy stood face to face with the



girl who was to decide his punishment。 He saw at a



glance how lovely and sweet she was; and his heart



gave a bound of joy; for he hoped she would be



merciful。







Ozma sat looking at the prisoner a long time。



Then she said gently:







〃One of the Laws of Oz forbids anyone to



pick a six…leaved clover。 You are accused of



having broken this Law; even after you had



been warned not to do so。







Ojo hung his head and while he hesitated how to



reply the Patchwork Girl stepped forward and spoke



for him。







〃All this fuss is about nothing at all;〃 she



said; facing Ozma unabashed。 〃You can't prove he



picked the six…leaved clover; so you've no right



to accuse him of it。 Search him; if you like; but



you won't find the clover; look in his basket and



you'll find it's not there。 He hasn't got it; so I



demand that you set this poor Munchkin boy free。〃







The people of Oz listened to this defiance in



amazement and wondered at the queer Patchwork Girl



who dared talk so boldly to their Ruler。 But Ozma



sat silent and motionless and it was the little



Wizard who answered Scraps。







〃So the clover hasn't been picked; eh?〃 he said。



〃I think it has。 I think the boy hid it in his



basket; and then gave the basket to you。 I also



think you dropped the 
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