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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Someone is helping us," and he began fanning himself gently with the little fan, waiting to see what would happen next. At each wave of the fan, the King of the Golden Islands and his men flew higher until at last not one of them could be seen from the shore. "The fan. The magic is in the fan!" gasped Happy Toko, jumping up and embracing the Scarecrow.
The Prince shall be Emperor after you have peacefully returned to your ancestors, but not now. No! No! We will not have it!" "I feared this!" quavered Happy Toko. "It is not the Emperor, but the Scarecrow who speaks!" shrilled the Grand Chew Chew craftily. "He knows not what he says. But after the transformation Ah, you shall see!" The company calmed down at this. "Let the ceremony proceed!
"Honored Master, the dawn approaches and with it the Royal Princes and the Grand Gheewizard and your bride!" Happy paused significantly. The Scarecrow shuddered. "Let's go back to Oz!" said the Cowardly Lion uneasily. The Scarecrow was feeling in the pocket of his old Munchkin suit which he always wore under his robes of state. "Here!" said he, giving a little pill to Happy Toko.
Then Mali or Toko, turning round, all hushed, with a terrified look, would murmur low to themselves, or to one another, "There goes one of the Eyes of Tu-Kila-Kila!"
Then a voice broke the stillness from beyond the taboo-line: "The Shadow of the King of the Rain speaks," it said, in very solemn, conventional accents. "Korong! Korong! The Great Taboo is broken. Fire and Water, hold him in whom dwells the god till my master comes. He has the Soul of all the spirits of the wood in his hands. He will fight for his right. Taboo! Taboo! I, Toko, have said it."
The Comfortable Camel nodded complacently at the Knight and began plucking sly wisps from the Scarecrow's boot top. For a short time there was absolute silence. Then Sir Hokus, who had been thinking tremendously with his elbows on his knees, burst out, "Why not Sir Pudding, here? Why not this honest Punster? Who but Happy Toko deserves the throne?"
The next instant Toko leaped down from his perch and hurried towards me, when, turning my head, I caught sight of the lion struggling on its back, and attempting to regain its feet. Toko, lifting me in his arms, carried me a few paces off, and taking up my rifle again approached the lion and shot it dead. Almost at the same instant the sound of another rifle reached our ears.
"It is not possible for me to remain with you, but I shall always watch over this delightful island and with the magic fan vanquish all its enemies and punish all offenders." Happy Toko bowed to his subjects. The Silver Islanders exchanged startled glances, then, as the Scarecrow carelessly lifted the fan, they fell prostrate to the earth. "Ah!" said the Scarecrow with a broad wink at Happy.
And as the scene, too swiftly receding, diminishes to the width of a kakemono, I vainly wish that I could buy this last vision of it, to place it in my toko, and delight my soul betimes with gazing thereon. Yet another moment, and we round a rocky point; and Kaka-ura vanishes from my sight for ever. So all things pass away.
"Dey de Capt'n's party, and Toko, and two, three, Makololoes; dey all got horses!" This was good news. As we went along he told me that he had not informed them that we were near, as he wished to give us the pleasure of announcing ourselves. In a few minutes we were in the midst of our friends, and our appearance afforded my uncle great relief.
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