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Updated: June 8, 2025
"And now that everything's settled so nicely, we might as well enjoy the little time left. Put out the lights, Tappy. Dorothy and I will sit on the throne, and the rest of you come as close as possible." Sir Hokus wakened the Doubtful Dromedary and pulled and tugged it across the hall, where it immediately fell down asleep again.
"It seem sensible," acknowledged Dorothy. "But don't you ever grow tired of standing still?" "I've heard of growing hair and flowers and corn, but never of growing tired. What is it?" asked Sticken Plaster, leaning toward Dorothy. "I think she's talked enough," said the King, closing his eyes. Sir Hokus had been staring anxiously at the King for some time.
"Again!" choked the Cowardly Lion. "You mean still. I've been in a good many parts of Oz, but this this is the worst." "Not even one little dragon!" Sir Hokus shook his head mournfully.
Presently the Silvermen began to come trooping in, packing the great throne room until it could hold no more. Everyone was chattering excitedly. It was quite a different company that greeted them. The Scarecrow, cheerful and witty in his old Munchkin suit, Dorothy and Sir Hokus smiling happily, and the three animal members of the party fairly blinking with contentment.
Sir Hokus called hoarsely to the camel, who was eating a paper lantern at the other end of the room. The beast ran awkwardly over to the throne, and swallowing the lantern with a convulsive gulp, settled down beside the dromedary. "Whatever happens, we must stick together," said the Knight emphatically. "Ah !" Dorothy held fast to the Scarecrow with one hand and to the throne with the other.
"Good as ever!" announced Sir Hokus, and indeed all traces of the magic stalk had disappeared from his shoulders. "Dorothy!" cried Ozma again. "What does it all mean?" "Merely that I slid down my family tree and that Dorothy and this Knight rescued me," said the Scarecrow calmly.
They both decided that the best plan was to fly straight to the Emerald City and have Ozma release the Knight from the enchanted beanstalk. "I'm sorry you got tangled up in my family tree, old fellow," said the Scarecrow after they had flown some time in silence, "but this makes us relations, doesn't it?" He winked broadly at the Knight. "So it does," said Sir Hokus jovially.
"I'm so tired!" The three beds were swaying restlessly in the middle of the street. They were tall, four-post affairs with heavy chintz hangings. Dorothy chose the blue one, and Sir Hokus lifted her up carefully and then went off to catch his bed, which had gotten into an argument with a lamppost. When he spoke to it sharply, it left off and came trotting over to him.
Here Dorothy gave him a short history of the Fairy country, and of the many adventures she had had since she had come there. Sir Hokus listened with growing melancholy. "To think," he sighed mournfully, "that I was prisoner here while all that was happening!" "Are you a prisoner?" asked Dorothy in surprise. "I thought you were King of the Pokes!"
The Pokes fell this way and that, and such was the determination of the Cowardly Lion that he never stopped till he was out of the gate and halfway up the rough road they had so recently traveled. Then with a mighty sigh, he dropped the rope, rolled over and over down the hill, and lay panting with exhaustion at the bottom. The bumping over the cobbles had wakened Sir Hokus thoroughly.
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