Woot is quite right; we are not justified in inflicting
upon anyone -- man or dog -- the form of a green
monkey. Also it is certain that in order to
relieve the
boy of the form he now wears, we must give it to
someone else, who would be forced to wear it always."
"I wonder," said Dorothy,
thoughtfully, "if we
couldn't find someone in the Land of Oz who would be
willing to become a green
monkey? Seems to me a
monkeyis active and spry, and he can climb trees and do a lot
of clever things, and green isn't a bad color for a
monkey -- it makes him unusual."
"I wouldn't ask anyone to take this
dreadful form,"
said Woot; "it wouldn't be right, you know. I've been a
monkey for some time, now, and I don't like it. It
makes me
ashamed to be a beast of this sort when by
right of birth I'm a boy; so I'm sure it would be
wicked to ask anyone else to take my place."
They were all silent, for they knew he spoke the
truth. Dorothy was almost ready to cry with pity and
Ozma's sweet face was sad and disturbed. The Scarecrow
rubbed and patted his stuffed head to try to make it
think better, while the Tin Woodman went into the house
and began to oil his tin joints so that the sorrow of
his friends might not cause him to weep. Weeping is
liable to rust tin, and the Emperor prided himself upon
his highly polished body -- now
doubly dear to him
because for a time he had been deprived of it.
Polychrome had danced down the garden paths and back
again a dozen times, for she was seldom still a moment,
yet she had heard Ozma's speech and understood very
well Woot's
unfortunate position. But the Rainbow's
Daughter, even while dancing, could think and reason
very clearly, and suddenly she solved the problem in
the nicest possible way. Coming close to Ozma, she
said:
"Your Majesty, all this trouble was caused by the
wickedness of Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess. Yet even now
that cruel woman is living in her secluded castle,
enjoying the thought that she has put this terrible
enchantment on Woot the Wanderer. Even now she is
laughing at our
despair because we can find no way to
get rid of the green
monkey. Very well, we do not wish
to get rid of it. Let the woman who created the form
wear it herself, as a just
punishment for her
wickedness. I am sure your fairy power can give to Mrs.
Yoop the form of Woot the Wanderer -- even at this
distance from her --and then it will be possible to
exchange the two forms. Mrs. Yoop will become the Green
Monkey, and Woot will recover his own form again."
Ozma's face brightened as she listened to this clever
proposal.
"Thank you, Polychrome," said she. "The task you
propose Is not so easy as you suppose, but I will make
the attempt, and perhaps I may succeed."
Chapter Fourteen
The Green Monkey
They now entered the house, and as an interested group,
watched Jinjur, at Ozma's command, build a fire and put
a
kettle of water over to boil. The Ruler of Oz stood
before the fire silent and grave, while the others,
realizing that an important
ceremony of magic was about
to be performed, stood quietly in the
background so as
not to
interrupt Ozma's proceedings. Only Polychrome
kept going in and coming out, humming
softly to herself
as she danced, for the Rainbow's Daughter could not
keep still for long, and the four walls of a room
always made her
nervous and ill at ease. She moved so
noiselessly, however, that her movements were like the
shifting of sunbeams and did not annoy anyone.
When the water in the
kettle bubbled, Ozma drew from
her bosom two tiny packets containing powders. These
powders she threw into the
kettle and after briskly
stirring the
contents with a branch from a macaroon
bush, Ozma poured the
mystic broth upon a broad
platterwhich Jinjur had placed upon the table. As the broth
cooled it became as silver, reflecting all objects from
its smooth surface like a mirror.
While her companions gathered around the table,
eagerly
attentive -- and Dorothy even held little Toto
in her arms that he might see -- Ozma waved her wand
over the mirror-like surface. At once it reflected the
interior of Yoop Castle, and in the big hall sat Mrs.
Yoop, in her best embroidered
silken robes, engaged in
weaving a new lace apron to
replace the one she had
lost.
The Giantess seemed rather
uneasy, as if she had a
faint idea that someone was spying upon her, for she
kept looking behind her and this way and that, as
though expecting danger from an unknown source. Perhaps
some yookoohoo
instinct warned her. Woot saw that she
had escaped from her room by some of the
magical means
at her
disposal, after her prisoners had escaped her.
She was now occupying the big hall of her castle as she
used to do. Also Woot thought, from the cruel
expression on the face of the Giantess, that she was
planning
revenge on them, as soon as her new magic
apron was finished
But Ozma was now making passes over the
platter with
her silver Wand, and
presently the form of the Giantess
began to
shrink in size and to change its shape. And
now, in her place sat the form of Woot the Wanderer,
and as if suddenly realizing her
transformation Mrs.
Yoop threw down her work and rushed to a looking-glass
that stood against the wall of her room. When she saw
the boy's form reflected as her own, she grew violently
angry and dashed her head against the mirror, smashing
it to atoms.
Just then Ozma was busy with her magic Wand, making
strange figures, and she had also placed her left hand
firmly upon the shoulder of the Green Monkey. So now,
as all eyes were turned upon the
platter, the form of
Mrs. Yoop gradually changed again. She was slowly
transformed into the Green Monkey, and at the same time
Woot slowly regained his natural form.
It was quite a surprise to them all when they raised
their eyes from the
platter and saw Woot the Wanderer
standing beside Ozma. And, when they glanced at the
platter again, it reflected nothing more than the walls
of the room in Jinjur's house in which they stood. The
magic
ceremonial was ended, and Ozma of Oz had
triumphed over the
wicked Giantess.
"What will become of her, I wonder?" said Dorothy, as
she drew a long breath.
"She will always remain a Green Monkey," replied
Ozma, "and in that form she will be
unable to perform
any
magical arts
whatsoever. She need not be unhappy,
however, and as she lives all alone in her castle she
probably won't mind the
transformation very much after
she gets used to it."
"Anyhow, it serves her right," declared Dorothy, and
all agreed with her.
"But," said the kind hearted Tin Woodman, "I'm afraid
the Green Monkey will
starve, for Mrs. Yoop used to get
her food by magic, and now that the magic is taken away
from her, what can she eat?"
"Why, she'll eat what other
monkeys do," returned the
Scarecrow. "Even in the form of a Green Monkey, she's a
very clever person, and I'm sure her wits will show her
how to get plenty to eat."
"Don't worry about her," advised Dorothy. "She didn't
worry about you, and her condition is no worse than the
condition she imposed on poor Woot. She can't
starve to
death in the Land of Oz, that's certain, and if she
gets hungry at times it's no more than the
wicked thing
deserves. Let's forget Mrs. Yoop; for, in spite of her
being a yookoohoo, our fairy friends have broken all of
her
transformations."
Chapter Fifteen
The Man of Tin
Ozma and Dorothy were quite pleased with Woot the
Wanderer, whom they found
modest and
intelligent and
very well mannered. The boy was truly
grateful for his
release from the cruel
enchantment, and he promised to
love,
revere and defend the girl Ruler of Oz forever
afterward, as a
faithful subject.
"You may visit me at my palace, if you wish," said
Ozma, "where I will be glad to introduce you to two
other nice boys, Ojo the Munchkin and Button-Bright."
"Thank your Majesty," replied Woot, and then he
turned to the Tin Woodman and inquired: "What are your
further plans, Mr. Emperor? Will you still seek Nimmie
Amee and marry her, or will you
abandon the quest and
return to the Emerald City and your own castle?"
The Tin Woodman, now as highly polished and well-
oiled as ever, reflected a while on this question and
then answered:
"Well, I see no reason why I should not find Nimmie
Amee. We are now in the Munchkin Country, where we are
perfectly safe, and if it was right for me, before our
enchantment, to marry Nimmie Amee and make her Empress
of the Winkies, it must be right now, when the
enchantment has been broken and I am once more myself.
Am I correct, friend Scarecrow?"
"You are, indeed," answered the Scarecrow. "No one
can oppose such logic."
"But I'm afraid you don't love Nimmie Amee,"
suggested Dorothy.
"That is just because I can't love anyone," replied
the Tin Woodman. "But, if I cannot love my wife, I can
at least be kind to her, and all husbands are not able
to do that."
"Do you s'pose Nimmie Amee still loves you, after all
these years?" asked Dorothy
"I'm quite sure of it, and that is why I am going to
her to make her happy. Woot the Wanderer thinks I ought
to
reward her for being
faithful to me after my meat
body was chopped to pieces and I became tin. What do
you think, Ozma?"
Ozma smiled as she said:
"I do not know your Nimmie Amee, and so I cannot tell
what she most needs to make her happy. But there is no
harm in your going to her and asking her if she still
wishes to marry you. If she does, we will give you a
grand
wedding at the Emerald City and, afterward, as
Empress of the Winkies, Nimmie Amee would become one
of the most important ladies in all Oz."
So it was
decided that the Tin Woodman would continue
his journey, and that the Scarecrow and Woot the
Wanderer should accompany him, as before. Polychrome
also
decided to join their party, somewhat to the
surprise of all.