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Updated: June 8, 2025
Be gone Methinks We'll be asleep in forty winks! This time the Pokes left sullenly, but the effect of their presence had thrown Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion, and the Knight into a violent fit of the gapes. "If I fall asleep, nothing can save you," said Sir Hokus in an agitated voice. "Hah, hoh, hum! Hah !" The Knight's eyes closed. "Don't do it, don't do it!" begged Dorothy, shaking him violently.
"This is delightful. You agree with me, I see. Now then, three cheers for Tappy Oko, Imperial Emperor of the Silver Island." Having arranged affairs so satisfactorily, the Scarecrow embraced Happy Toko with deep emotion. Dorothy and Sir Hokus shook hands with him and wished him every success and happiness.
Sir Hokus, having cut with his sword a large circular hole in the thin crust of earth covering the tube, was about to step out when the parasol, hurling up from below, caught him neatly on its top, and out burst the whole party and sailed up almost to the clouds! "Welcome to Oz!" cried Dorothy, looking down happily on the dear familiar Munchkin landscape.
Sir Hokus, though still spluttering, was beginning to revive. "Yon noble bheast shall be knighted. Uds daggers! That's the shecond time he's shaved my life!" Rising unsteadily, he tottered over to the Lion and struck him a sharp blow on the shoulder.
It's your turn," he added irritably as Sir Hokus did not immediately answer. "Have you seen aught of the noble Scarecrow?" asked Sir Hokus, and all of them waited anxiously for the King's reply. "I don't know about the Scarecrow. I've seen a Scarecrow, and a sensible chap he was, hanging still like a reasonable person and letting chairs and tables chase themselves 'round."
"And there's something else for Professor Wogglebug to put in his book, Sir Cowardly Lion." "Oh, that!" mumbled the Cowardly Lion, looking terribly embarrassed. "Whoever heard of a Cowardly Knight? Nonsense!" "No, it isn't nonsense," said Dorothy stoutly. "You're a knight from now on. Won't the Scarecrow be pleased?" "If we ever find him," sighed the Lion, settling himself beside Sir Hokus.
"Give me your sword," commanded the Scarecrow, "and I'll cut you off." Dorothy, with great difficulty, kept the parasol close to the Knight while the Scarecrow reached for the sword. But Sir Hokus backed away in alarm. "'Tis part of me, an' you cut it off, I will be cut off, too. 'Tis rooted in my back," he puffed. "What shall we do?" cried Dorothy in distress.
"Uds daggers!" thundered Sir Hokus so suddenly that Dorothy jumped. "I am a knight!" Seeing her startled expression, he controlled himself. "I was a knight," he continued brokenly. "Long centuries ago, mounted on my goodly steed, I fared from my father's castle to offer my sword to a mighty king. His name?" Sir Hokus tapped his forehead uncertainly. "Go to, I have forgot."
"He isn't," said Dorothy indignantly, for Sir Hokus was too shaken about to answer. "He's my Knight Errant." "Ah, I see," replied Professor Wogglebug. "A case of 'When Knighthood was in flower." And would you believe it the beanstalk at that minute burst into a perfect shower of red blossoms that came tumbling down over everyone.
"Splendid fellow," hissed the Cowardly Lion in the Scarecrow's other painted ear, "if he does talk odds and ends." "Any friend of little Dorothy's is my friend," said the Scarecrow, shaking hands with Sir Hokus warmly. "But what I want to know is how you all got here." "First tell us where we are," begged the little girl, for the Scarecrow's silver hat and queue filled her with alarm.
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