Glinda of Oz HTML version

The Call to Duty
Glinda, the good Sorceress of Oz, sat in the grand court of her palace, surrounded by her
maids of honor -- a hundred of the most beautiful girls of the Fairyland of Oz. The palace
court was built of rare marbles, exquisitely polished. Fountains tinkled musically here
and there; the vast colonnade, open to the south, allowed the maidens, as they raised their
heads from their embroideries, to gaze upon a vista of rose-hued fields and groves of
trees bearing fruits or laden with sweet-scented flowers. At times one of the girls would
start a song, the others joining in the chorus, or one would rise and dance, gracefully
swaying to the music of a harp played by a companion. And then Glinda smiled, glad to
see her maids mixing play with work.
Presently among the fields an object was seen moving, threading the broad path that led
to the castle gate. Some of the girls looked upon this object enviously; the Sorceress
merely gave it a glance and nodded her stately head as if pleased, for it meant the coming
of her friend and mistress -- the only one in all the land that Glinda bowed to.
Then up the path trotted a wooden animal attached to a red wagon, and as the quaint steed
halted at the gate there descended from the wagon two young girls, Ozma, Ruler of Oz,
and her companion, Princess Dorothy. Both were dressed in simple white muslin gowns,
and as they ran up the marble steps of the palace they laughed and chatted as gaily as if
they were not the most important persons in the world's loveliest fairyland.
The maids of honor had risen and stood with bowed heads to greet the royal Ozma, while
Glinda came forward with outstretched arms to greet her guests.
"We've just come on a visit, you know," said Ozma. "Both Dorothy and I were
wondering how we should pass the day when we happened to think we'd not been to your
Quadling Country for weeks, so we took the Sawhorse and rode straight here."
"And we came so fast," added Dorothy, "that our hair is blown all fuzzy, for the
Sawhorse makes a wind of his own. Usually it's a day's journey from the Em'rald City,
but I don't s'pose we were two hours on the way."
"You are most welcome," said Glinda the Sorceress, and led them through the court to
her magnificent reception hall. Ozma took the arm of her hostess, but Dorothy lagged
behind, kissing some of the maids she knew best, talking with others, and making them
all feel that she was their friend. When at last she joined Glinda and Ozma in the
reception hall, she found them talking earnestly about the condition of the people, and
how to make them more happy and contented -- although they were already the happiest
and most contented folks in all the world.
This interested Ozma, of course, but it didn't interest Dorothy very much, so the little girl
ran over to a big table on which was lying open Glinda's Great Book of Records.
This Book is one of the greatest treasures in Oz, and the Sorceress prizes it more highly
than any of her magical possessions. That is the reason it is firmly attached to the big
marble table by means of golden chains, and whenever Glinda leaves home she locks the
Great Book together with five jeweled padlocks, and carries the keys safely hidden in her