The Lost Princess of Oz HTML version
Magic Against Magic
The Wizard's advice was good, so again they started in the direction of the low mountain
on the crest of which the wicker castle had been built. They had been gradually
advancing uphill, so now the elevation seemed to them more like a round knoll than a
mountaintop. However, the sides of the knoll were sloping and covered with green grass,
so there was a stiff climb before them yet. Undaunted, they plodded on and had almost
reached the knoll when they suddenly observed that it was surrounded by a circle of
flame. At first, the flames barely rose above the ground, but presently they grew higher
and higher until a circle of flaming tongues of fire taller than any of their heads quite
surrounded the hill on which the wicker castle stood. When they approached the flames,
the heat was so intense that it drove them back again.
"This will never do for me!" exclaimed the Patchwork Girl. "I catch fire very easily."
"It won't do for me either," grumbled the Sawhorse, prancing to the rear.
"I also strongly object to fire," said the Bear King, following the Sawhorse to a safe
distance and hugging the little Pink Bear with his paws.
"I suppose the foolish Shoemaker imagines these blazes will stop us," remarked the
Wizard with a smile of scorn for Ugu. "But I am able to inform you that this is merely a
simple magic trick which the robber stole from Glinda the Good, and by good fortune I
know how to destroy these flames as well as how to produce them. Will some one of you
kindly give me a match?"
You may be sure the girls carried no matches, nor did the Frogman or any of the animals.
But Button-Bright, after searching carefully through his pockets, which contained all
sorts of useful and useless things, finally produced a match and handed it to the Wizard,
who tied it to the end of a branch which he tore from a small tree growing near them.
Then the little Wizard carefully lighted the match, and running forward thrust it into the
nearest flame. Instantly, the circle of fire began to die away, and soon vanished
completely leaving the way clear for them to proceed.
"That was funny!" laughed Button-Bright.
"Yes," agreed the Wizard, "it seems odd that a little match could destroy such a great
circle of fire, but when Glinda invented this trick, she believed no one would ever think
of a match being a remedy for fire. I suppose even Ugu doesn't know how we managed to
quench the flames of his barrier, for only Glinda and I know the secret. Glinda's Book of
Magic which Ugu stole told how to make the flames, but not how to put them out."
They now formed in marching order and proceeded to advance up the slope of the hill,
but had not gone far when before them rose a wall of steel, the surface of which was
thickly covered with sharp, gleaming points resembling daggers. The wall completely
surrounded the wicker castle, and its sharp points prevented anyone from climbing it.
Even the Patchwork Girl might be ripped to pieces if she dared attempt it. "Ah!"