Part 19 (2/2)
136 to induce her to travel to the Emerald City to a.s.sist Jinjur in defeating the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, who had made Tip one of their friends.
Mombi had no sooner arrived at the royal palace than she discovered, by means of her secret magic, that the adventurers were starting upon their Journey to the Emerald City; so she retired to a small room high up in a tower and locked herself in while she practised such arts as she could command to prevent the return of the Scarecrow and his companions.
That was why the Tin Woodman presently stopped and said:
”Something very curious has happened. I ought to know by heart and every step of this Journey, yet I fear we have already lost our way.”
”That is quite impossible!” protested the Scarecrow. ”Why do you think, my dear friend, that we have gone astray?”
”Why, here before us is a great field of sunflowers--and I never saw this field before in all my life.”
At these words they all looked around, only to find that they were indeed surrounded by a field of tall stalks, every stalk bearing at its top a gigantic sunflower. And not only were these flowers almost
137 blinding in their vivid hues of red and gold, but each one whirled around upon its stalk like a miniature wind-mill, completely dazzling the vision of the beholders and so mystifying them that they knew not which way to turn.
”It's witchcraft!” exclaimed Tip.
While they paused, hesitating and wondering, the Tin Woodman uttered a cry of impatience and advanced with swinging axe to cut down the stalks before him. But now the sunflowers suddenly stopped their rapid whirling, and the travelers plainly saw a girl's face appear in the center of each flower.
These lovely faces looked upon the astonished band with mocking smiles, and then burst into a chorus of merry laughter at the dismay their appearance caused.
”Stop! stop!” cried Tip, seizing the Woodman's arm; ”they're alive! they're girls!”
At that moment the flowers began whirling again, and the faces faded away and were lost in the rapid revolutions.
The Tin Woodman dropped his axe and sat down upon the ground.
”It would be heartless to chop down those pretty creatures,” said he, despondently. ”and yet I do not know how else we can proceed upon our way”
”They looked to me strangely like the faces of
138 the Army of Revolt,” mused the Scarecrow. ”But I cannot conceive how the girls could have followed us here so quickly.”
”I believe it's magic,” said Tip, positively, ”and that someone is playing a trick upon us. I've known old Mombi do things like that before. Probably it's nothing more than an illusion, and there are no sunflowers here at all.”
”Then let us shut our eyes and walk forward,” suggested the Woodman.
”Excuse me,” replied the Scarecrow. ”My eyes are not painted to shut.
Because you happen to have tin eyelids, you must not imagine we are all built in the same way.”
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