Part 17 (1/2)
”My experience was much the same,” said the Tin Soldier. ”I used to bring all the parts of me, which the enchanted sword had cut away, here to the tinsmith, and Ku-Klip would put them into the barrel.”
”I wonder,” said Woot, ”if those cast-off parts of you two unfortunates are still in that barrel in the corner?”
”I suppose so.” replied the Tin Woodman. ”In the Land of Oz no part of a living creature can ever be destroyed.”
”If that is true, how was that Wicked Witch destroyed?” inquired Woot.
”Why, she was very old and was all dried up and withered before Oz became a fairyland,” explained the Scarecrow. ”Only her magic arts had kept her alive so long, and when Dorothy's house fell upon her she just turned to dust, and was blown away and scattered by the wind. I do not think, however, that the parts cut away from these two young men could ever be entirely destroyed and, if they are still in those barrels, they are likely to be just the same as when the enchanted axe or sword severed them.”
”It doesn't matter, however,” said the Tin Woodman; ”our tin bodies are more brilliant and durable, and quite satisfy us.”
”Yes, the tin bodies are best,” agreed the Tin Soldier. ”Nothing can hurt them.”
”Unless they get dented or rusted,” said Woot, but both the tin men frowned on him.
Sc.r.a.ps of tin, of all shapes and sizes, lay scattered around the workshop. Also there were hammers and anvils and soldering irons and a charcoal furnace and many other tools such as a tinsmith works with.
Against two of the side walls had been built stout work-benches and in the center of the room was a long table. At the end of the shop, which adjoined the dwelling, were several cupboards.
After examining the interior of the workshop until his curiosity was satisfied, Woot said:
”I think I will go outside until Ku-Klip comes. It does not seem quite proper for us to take possession of his house while he is absent.”
”That is true,” agreed the Scarecrow, and they were all about to leave the room when the Tin Woodman said: ”Wait a minute,” and they halted in obedience to the command.
Chapter Eighteen
The Tin Woodman Talks to Himself
The Tin Woodman had just noticed the cupboards and was curious to know what they contained, so he went to one of them and opened the door.
There were shelves inside, and upon one of the shelves which was about on a level with his tin chin the Emperor discovered a Head--it looked like a doll's head, only it was larger, and he soon saw it was the Head of some person. It was facing the Tin Woodman and as the cupboard door swung back, the eyes of the Head slowly opened and looked at him. The Tin Woodman was not at all surprised, for in the Land of Oz one runs into magic at every turn.
”Dear me!” said the Tin Woodman, staring hard. ”It seems as if I had met you, somewhere, before. Good morning, sir!”
”You have the advantage of me,” replied the Head. ”I never saw you before in my life.”
”Still, your face is very familiar,” persisted the Tin Woodman. ”Pardon me, but may I ask if you--eh--eh--if you ever had a Body?”
”Yes, at one time,” answered the Head, ”but that is so long ago I can't remember it. Did you think,” with a pleasant smile, ”that I was born just as I am? That a Head would be created without a Body?”
”No, of course not,” said the other. ”But how came you to lose your body?”
”Well, I can't recollect the details; you'll have to ask Ku-Klip about it,” returned the Head. ”For, curious as it may seem to you, my memory is not good since my separation from the rest of me. I still possess my brains and my intellect is as good as ever, but my memory of some of the events I formerly experienced is quite hazy.”
”How long have you been in this cupboard?” asked the Emperor.
”I don't know.”