The Lost Princess of Oz HTML version

The Troubles Of Glinda The Good
That same morning there was great excitement in the castle of the powerful Sorceress of
Oz, Glinda the Good. This castle, situated in the Quadling Country, far south of the
Emerald City where Ozma ruled, was a splendid structure of exquisite marbles and silver
grilles. Here the Sorceress lived, surrounded by a bevy of the most beautiful maidens of
Oz, gathered from all the four countries of that fairyland as well as from the magnificent
Emerald City itself, which stood in the place where the four countries cornered. It was
considered a great honor to be allowed to serve the good Sorceress, whose arts of magic
were used only to benefit the Oz people. Glinda was Ozma's most valued servant, for her
knowledge of sorcery was wonderful, and she could accomplish almost anything that her
mistress, the lovely girl Ruler of Oz, wished her to.
Of all the magical things which surrounded Glinda in her castle, there was none more
marvelous than her Great Book of Records. On the pages of this Record Book were
constantly being inscribed, day by day and hour by hour, all the important events that
happened anywhere in the known world, and they were inscribed in the book at exactly
the moment the events happened. Every adventure in the Land of Oz and in the big
outside world, and even in places that you and I have never heard of, were recorded
accurately in the Great Book, which never made a mistake and stated only the exact truth.
For that reason, nothing could be concealed from Glinda the Good, who had only to look
at the pages of the Great Book of Records to know everything that had taken place. That
was one reason she was such a great Sorceress, for the records made her wiser than any
other living person.
This wonderful book was placed upon a big gold table that stood in the middle of
Glinda's drawing room. The legs of the table, which were incrusted with precious gems,
were firmly fastened to the tiled floor, and the book itself was chained to the table and
locked with six stout golden padlocks, the keys to which Glinda carried on a chain that
was secured around her own neck. The pages of the Great Book were larger in size than
those of an American newspaper, and although they were exceedingly thin, there were so
many of them that they made an enormous, bulky volume. With its gold cover and gold
clasps, the book was so heavy that three men could scarcely have lifted it. Yet this
morning when Glinda entered her drawing room after breakfast, the good Sorceress was
amazed to discover that her Great Book of Records had mysteriously disappeared.
Advancing to the table, she found the chains had been cut with some sharp instrument,
and this must have been done while all in the castle slept. Glinda was shocked and
grieved. Who could have done this wicked, bold thing? And who could wish to deprive
her of her Great Book of Records?
The Sorceress was thoughtful for a time, considering the consequences of her loss. Then
she went to her Room of Magic to prepare a charm that would tell her who had stolen the
Record Book. But when she unlocked her cupboard and threw open the doors, all of her
magical instruments and rare chemical compounds had been removed from the shelves.
The Sorceress has now both angry and alarmed. She sat down in a chair and tried to think
how this extraordinary robbery could have taken place. It was evident that the thief was