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  • CHAPTER 3. THE ARRIVAL OF THE WIZARD

  • The doorway of the glass palace was quite big enough for the horse and buggy to

  • enter, so Zeb drove straight through it and the children found themselves in a lofty

  • hall that was very beautiful.

  • The people at once followed and formed a circle around the sides of the spacious

  • room, leaving the horse and buggy and the man with the star to occupy the center of

  • the hall.

  • "Come to us, oh, Gwig!" called the man, in a loud voice.

  • Instantly a cloud of smoke appeared and rolled over the floor; then it slowly

  • spread and ascended into the dome, disclosing a strange personage seated upon

  • a glass throne just before Jim's nose.

  • He was formed just as were the other inhabitants of this land and his clothing

  • only differed from theirs in being bright yellow.

  • But he had no hair at all, and all over his bald head and face and upon the backs of

  • his hands grew sharp thorns like those found on the branches of rose-bushes.

  • There was even a thorn upon the tip of his nose and he looked so funny that Dorothy

  • laughed when she saw him.

  • The Sorcerer, hearing the laugh, looked toward the little girl with cold, cruel

  • eyes, and his glance made her grow sober in an instant.

  • "Why have you dared to intrude your unwelcome persons into the secluded Land of

  • the Mangaboos?" he asked, sternly. "'Cause we couldn't help it," said Dorothy.

  • "Why did you wickedly and viciously send the Rain of Stones to crack and break our

  • houses?" he continued. "We didn't," declared the girl.

  • "Prove it!" cried the Sorcerer.

  • "We don't have to prove it," answered Dorothy, indignantly.

  • "If you had any sense at all you'd known it was the earthquake."

  • "We only know that yesterday came a Rain of Stones upon us, which did much damage and

  • injured some of our people. Today came another Rain of Stones, and soon

  • after it you appeared among us."

  • "By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told

  • us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.

  • Yet one has just occurred that was even worse than the first.

  • What is your sorcery good for if it cannot tell us the truth?"

  • "My sorcery does tell the truth!" declared the thorn-covered man.

  • "I said there would be but one Rain of Stones.

  • This second one was a Rain of People-and- Horse-and-Buggy.

  • And some stones came with them." "Will there be any more Rains?" asked the

  • man with the star.

  • "No, my Prince." "Neither stones nor people?"

  • "No, my Prince." "Are you sure?"

  • "Quite sure, my Prince.

  • My sorcery tells me so." Just then a man came running into the hall

  • and addressed the Prince after making a low bow.

  • "More wonders in the air, my Lord," said he.

  • Immediately the Prince and all of his people flocked out of the hall into the

  • street, that they might see what was about to happen.

  • Dorothy and Zeb jumped out of the buggy and ran after them, but the Sorcerer remained

  • calmly in his throne. Far up in the air was an object that looked

  • like a balloon.

  • It was not so high as the glowing star of the six colored suns, but was descending

  • slowly through the air--so slowly that at first it scarcely seemed to move.

  • The throng stood still and waited.

  • It was all they could do, for to go away and leave that strange sight was

  • impossible; nor could they hurry its fall in any way.

  • The earth children were not noticed, being so near the average size of the Mangaboos,

  • and the horse had remained in the House of the Sorcerer, with Eureka curled up asleep

  • on the seat of the buggy.

  • Gradually the balloon grew bigger, which was proof that it was settling down upon

  • the Land of the Mangaboos.

  • Dorothy was surprised to find how patient the people were, for her own little heart

  • was beating rapidly with excitement.

  • A balloon meant to her some other arrival from the surface of the earth, and she

  • hoped it would be some one able to assist her and Zeb out of their difficulties.

  • In an hour the balloon had come near enough for her to see a basket suspended below it;

  • in two hours she could see a head looking over the side of the basket; in three hours

  • the big balloon settled slowly into the

  • great square in which they stood and came to rest on the glass pavement.

  • Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very

  • gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him.

  • He was quite an old little man, and his head was long and entirely bald.

  • "Why," cried Dorothy, in amazement, "it's Oz!"

  • The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.

  • But he smiled and bowed as he answered: "Yes, my dear; I am Oz, the Great and

  • Terrible.

  • Eh? And you are little Dorothy, from Kansas.

  • I remember you very well." "Who did you say it was?" whispered Zeb to

  • the girl.

  • "It's the wonderful Wizard of Oz. Haven't you heard of him?"

  • Just then the man with the star came and stood before the Wizard.

  • "Sir," said he, "why are you here, in the Land of the Mangaboos?"

  • "Didn't know what land it was, my son," returned the other, with a pleasant smile;

  • "and, to be honest, I didn't mean to visit you when I started out.

  • I live on top of the earth, your honor, which is far better than living inside it;

  • but yesterday I went up in a balloon, and when I came down I fell into a big crack in

  • the earth, caused by an earthquake.

  • I had let so much gas out of my balloon that I could not rise again, and in a few

  • minutes the earth closed over my head.

  • So I continued to descend until I reached this place, and if you will show me a way

  • to get out of it, I'll go with pleasure. Sorry to have troubled you; but it couldn't

  • be helped."

  • The Prince had listened with attention. Said he:

  • "This child, who is from the crust of the earth, like yourself, called you a Wizard.

  • Is not a Wizard something like a Sorcerer?"

  • "It's better," replied Oz, promptly. "One Wizard is worth three Sorcerers."

  • "Ah, you shall prove that," said the Prince.

  • "We Mangaboos have, at the present time, one of the most wonderful Sorcerers that

  • ever was picked from a bush; but he sometimes makes mistakes.

  • Do you ever make mistakes?"

  • "Never!" declared the Wizard, boldly. "Oh, Oz!" said Dorothy; "you made a lot of

  • mistakes when you were in the marvelous Land of Oz."

  • "Nonsense!" said the little man, turning red--although just then a ray of violet

  • sunlight was on his round face. "Come with me," said the Prince to him.

  • "I wish you to meet our Sorcerer."

  • The Wizard did not like this invitation, but he could not refuse to accept it.

  • So he followed the Prince into the great domed hall, and Dorothy and Zeb came after

  • them, while the throng of people trooped in also.

  • There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he

  • began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.

  • "What an absurd creature!" he exclaimed.

  • "He may look absurd," said the Prince, in his quiet voice; "but he is an excellent

  • Sorcerer. The only fault I find with him is that he

  • is so often wrong."

  • "I am never wrong," answered the Sorcerer. "Only a short time ago you told me there

  • would be no more Rain of Stones or of People," said the Prince.

  • "Well, what then?"

  • "Here is another person descended from the air to prove you were wrong."

  • "One person cannot be called 'people,'" said the Sorcerer.

  • "If two should come out of the sky you might with justice say I was wrong; but

  • unless more than this one appears I will hold that I was right."

  • "Very clever," said the Wizard, nodding his head as if pleased.

  • "I am delighted to find humbugs inside the earth, just the same as on top of it.

  • Were you ever with a circus, brother?"

  • "No," said the Sorcerer. "You ought to join one," declared the

  • little man seriously.

  • "I belong to Bailum & Barney's Great Consolidated Shows--three rings in one tent

  • and a menagerie on the side. It's a fine aggregation, I assure you."

  • "What do you do?" asked the Sorcerer.

  • "I go up in a balloon, usually, to draw the crowds to the circus.

  • But I've just had the bad luck to come out of the sky, skip the solid earth, and land

  • lower down than I intended.

  • But never mind. It isn't everybody who gets a chance to see

  • your Land of the Gabazoos." "Mangaboos," said the Sorcerer, correcting

  • him.

  • "If you are a Wizard you ought to be able to call people by their right names."

  • "Oh, I'm a Wizard; you may be sure of that. Just as good a Wizard as you are a

  • Sorcerer."

  • "That remains to be seen," said the other. "If you are able to prove that you are

  • better," said the Prince to the little man, "I will make you the Chief Wizard of this

  • domain.

  • Otherwise--" "What will happen otherwise?" asked the

  • Wizard. "I will stop you from living, and forbid

  • you to be planted," returned the Prince.

  • "That does not sound especially pleasant," said the little man, looking at the one

  • with the star uneasily. "But never mind.

  • I'll beat Old Prickly, all right."

  • "My name is Gwig," said the Sorcerer, turning his heartless, cruel eyes upon his

  • rival. "Let me see you equal the sorcery I am

  • about to perform."

  • He waved a thorny hand and at once the tinkling of bells was heard, playing sweet

  • music.

  • Yet, look where she would, Dorothy could discover no bells at all in the great glass

  • hall. The Mangaboo people listened, but showed no

  • great interest.

  • It was one of the things Gwig usually did to prove he was a sorcerer.

  • Now was the Wizard's turn, so he smiled upon the assemblage and asked:

  • "Will somebody kindly loan me a hat?"

  • No one did, because the Mangaboos did not wear hats, and Zeb had lost his, somehow,

  • in his flight through the air. "Ahem!" said the Wizard, "will somebody

  • please loan me a handkerchief?"

  • But they had no handkerchiefs, either. "Very good," remarked the Wizard.

  • "I'll use my own hat, if you please. Now, good people, observe me carefully.

  • You see, there is nothing up my sleeve and nothing concealed about my person.

  • Also, my hat is quite empty." He took off his hat and held it upside

  • down, shaking it briskly.

  • "Let me see it," said the Sorcerer. He took the hat and examined it carefully,

  • returning it afterward to the Wizard. "Now," said the little man, "I will create

  • something out of nothing."

  • He placed the hat upon the glass floor, made a pass with his hand, and then removed

  • the hat, displaying a little white piglet no bigger than a mouse, which began to run

  • around here and there and to grunt and squeal in a tiny, shrill voice.

  • The people watched it intently, for they had never seen a pig before, big or little.

  • The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head

  • between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he

  • pulled it apart, each of the two parts

  • becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.

  • He placed one upon the floor, so that it could run around, and pulled apart the

  • other, making three piglets in all; and then one of these was pulled apart, making

  • four piglets.

  • The Wizard continued this surprising performance until nine tiny piglets were

  • running about at his feet, all squealing and grunting in a very comical way.

  • "Now," said the Wizard of Oz, "having created something from nothing, I will make

  • something nothing again."

  • With this he caught up two of the piglets and pushed them together, so that the two

  • were one. Then he caught up another piglet and pushed

  • it into the first, where it disappeared.

  • And so, one by one, the nine tiny piglets were pushed together until but a single one

  • of the creatures remained. This the Wizard placed underneath his hat

  • and made a mystic sign above it.

  • When he removed his hat the last piglet had disappeared entirely.

  • The little man gave a bow to the silent throng that had watched him, and then the

  • Prince said, in his cold, calm voice:

  • "You are indeed a wonderful Wizard, and your powers are greater than those of my

  • Sorcerer." "He will not be a wonderful Wizard long,"

  • remarked Gwig.

  • "Why not?" enquired the Wizard. "Because I am going to stop your breath,"

  • was the reply.

  • "I perceive that you are curiously constructed, and that if you cannot breathe

  • you cannot keep alive." The little man looked troubled.

  • "How long will it take you to stop my breath?" he asked.

  • "About five minutes. I'm going to begin now.

  • Watch me carefully."

  • He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did

  • not watch him long.

  • Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp

  • knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword.

  • By the time he had attached a handle to this sword he was having much trouble to

  • breathe, as the charm of the Sorcerer was beginning to take effect.

  • So the Wizard lost no more time, but leaping forward he raised the sharp sword,

  • whirled it once or twice around his head, and then gave a mighty stroke that cut the

  • body of the Sorcerer exactly in two.

  • Dorothy screamed and expected to see a terrible sight; but as the two halves of

  • the Sorcerer fell apart on the floor she saw that he had no bones or blood inside of

  • him at all, and that the place where he was

  • cut looked much like a sliced turnip or potato.

  • "Why, he's vegetable!" cried the Wizard, astonished.

  • "Of course," said the Prince.

  • "We are all vegetable, in this country. Are you not vegetable, also?"

  • "No," answered the Wizard. "People on top of the earth are all meat.

  • Will your Sorcerer die?"

  • "Certainly, sir. He is really dead now, and will wither very

  • quickly.

  • So we must plant him at once, that other Sorcerers may grow upon his bush,"

  • continued the Prince. "What do you mean by that?" asked the

  • little Wizard, greatly puzzled.

  • "If you will accompany me to our public gardens," replied the Prince, "I will

  • explain to you much better than I can here the mysteries of our Vegetable Kingdom."

CHAPTER 3. THE ARRIVAL OF THE WIZARD