Ozma herself answered him.
'Your form of enchantment, my poor boy,' she said pityingly, 'is different from that of the others. Indeed, it is a form that is impossible to alter by any magic known to fairies or yookoohoos. The wicked Giantess was well aware, when she gave you the form of a Green Monkey, that the Green Monkey must exist in the Land of Oz for all future time.'
Woot drew a long sigh.
'Well, that's pretty hard luck,' he said bravely, 'but if it can't be helped I must endure it; that's all. I don't like being a monkey, but what's the use of kicking against my fate?'
They were all very sorry for him, and Dorothy anxiously asked Ozma:
'Couldn't Glinda save him?'
'No,' was the reply. 'Glinda's power in trans– formations is no greater than my own. Before I left my palace I went to my Magic Room and studied Woot's case very carefully. I found that no power can do away with the Green Monkey. He might transfer, or exchange his form with some other person, it is true; but the Green Monkey we cannot get rid of by any magic arts known to science.'
'But – see here,' said the Scarecrow, who had listened intently to this explanation, 'why not put the monkey's form on some one else?'
'Who would agree to make the change?' asked Ozma. 'If by force we caused anyone else to become a Green Monkey, we would be as cruel and wicked as Mrs. Yoop. And what good would an exchange do?' she continued. 'Suppose, for instance, we worked the enchantment, and made Toto into a Green Monkey. At the same moment Woot would become a little dog.'
'Leave me out of your magic, please,' said Toto, with a reproachful growl. 'I wouldn't become a Green Monkey for anything.'
'And I wouldn't become a dog,' said Woot. 'A green monkey is much better than a dog, it seems to me.'
'That is only a matter of opinion,' answered Toto.
'Now, here's another idea,' said the Scarecrow. 'My brains are working finely today, you must admit. Why not transform Toto into Woot the Wanderer, and then have them exchange forms? The dog would become a green monkey and the monkey would have his own natural shape again.'
'To be sure!' cried Jinjur. 'That's a fine idea.'
'Leave me out of it,' said Toto. 'I won't do it.'
'Wouldn't you be willing to become a green monkey – see what a pretty color it is – so that this poor boy could be restored to his own shape?' asked Jinjur, pleadingly
'No,' said Toto.
'I don't like that plan the least bit,' declared Dorothy, 'for then I wouldn't have any little dog.'
'But you'd have a green monkey in his place,' persisted Jinjur, who liked Woot and wanted to help him.
'I don't want a green monkey,' said Dorothy positively.
'Don't speak of this again, I beg of you,' said Woot. 'This is my own misfortune and I would rather suffer it alone than deprive Princess Dorothy of her dog, or deprive the dog of his proper shape. And perhaps even her Majesty, Ozma of Oz, might not be able to transform anyone else into the shape of Woot the Wanderer.'
'Yes; I believe I might do that,' Ozma returned; 'but Woot is quite right; we are not justified in inflicting upon anyone – man or dog – the form of a green monkey. Also it is certain that in order to relieve the boy of the form he now wears, we must give it to someone else, who would be forced to wear it always.'
'I wonder,' said Dorothy, thoughtfully, 'if we couldn't find someone in the Land of Oz who would be willing to become a green monkey? Seems to me a monkey is active and spry, and he can climb trees and do a lot of clever things, and green isn't a bad color for a monkey – it makes him unusual.'
'I wouldn't ask anyone to take this dreadful form,' said Woot; 'it wouldn't be right, you know. I've been a monkey for some time, now, and I don't like it. It makes me ashamed to be a beast of this sort when by right of birth I'm a boy; so I'm sure it would be wicked to ask anyone else to take my place.'
They were all silent, for they knew he spoke the truth. Dorothy was almost ready to cry with pity and Ozma's sweet face was sad and disturbed. The Scarecrow rubbed and patted his stuffed head to try to make it think better, while the Tin Woodman went into the house and began to oil his tin joints so that the sorrow of his friends might not cause him to weep. Weeping is liable to rust tin, and the Emperor prided himself upon his highly polished body – now doubly dear to him because for a time he had been deprived of it.
Polychrome had danced down the garden paths and back again a dozen times, for she was seldom still a moment, yet she had heard Ozma's speech and understood very well Woot's unfortunate position. But the Rainbow's Daughter, even while dancing, could think and reason very clearly, and suddenly she solved the problem in the nicest possible way. Coming close to Ozma, she said:
'Your Majesty, all this trouble was caused by the wickedness of Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess. Yet even now that cruel woman is living in her secluded castle, enjoying the thought that she has put this terrible enchantment on Woot the Wanderer. Even now she is laughing at our despair because we can find no way to get rid of the green monkey. Very well, we do not wish to get rid of it. Let the woman who created the form wear it herself, as a just punishment for her wickedness. I am sure your fairy power can give to Mrs. Yoop the form of Woot the Wanderer – even at this distance from her – and then it will be possible to exchange the two forms. Mrs. Yoop will become the Green Monkey, and Woot will recover his own form again.'
Ozma's face brightened as she listened to this clever proposal.
'Thank you, Polychrome,' said she. 'The task you propose Is not so easy as you suppose, but I will make the attempt, and perhaps I may succeed.'
Chapter Fourteen
The Green Monkey
They now entered the house, and as an interested group, watched Jinjur, at Ozma's command, build a fire and put a kettle of water over to boil. The Ruler of Oz stood before the fire silent and grave, while the others, realizing that an important ceremony of magic was about to be performed, stood quietly in the background so as not to interrupt Ozma's proceedings. Only Polychrome kept going in and coming out, humming softly to herself as she danced, for the Rainbow's Daughter could not keep still for long, and the four walls of a room always made her nervous and ill at ease. She moved so noiselessly, however, that her movements were like the shifting of sunbeams and did not annoy anyone.
When the water in the kettle bubbled, Ozma drew from her bosom two tiny packets containing powders. These powders she threw into the kettle and after briskly stirring the contents with a branch from a macaroon bush, Ozma poured the mystic broth upon a broad platter which Jinjur had placed upon the table. As the broth cooled it became as silver, reflecting all objects from its smooth surface like a mirror.
While her companions gathered around the table, eagerly attentive – and Dorothy even held little Toto in her arms that he might see – Ozma waved her wand over the mirror-like surface. At once it reflected the interior of Yoop Castle, and in the big hall sat Mrs. Yoop, in her best embroidered silken robes, engaged in weaving a new lace apron to replace the one she had lost.
The Giantess seemed rather uneasy, as if she had a faint idea that someone was spying upon her, for she kept looking behind her and this way and that, as though expecting danger from an unknown source. Perhaps some yookoohoo instinct warned her. Woot saw that she had escaped from her room by some of the magical means at her disposal, after her prisoners had escaped her. She was now occupying the big hall of her castle as she used to do. Also Woot thought, from the cruel expression on the face of the Giantess, that she was planning revenge on them, as soon as her new magic apron was finished
But Ozma was now making passes over the platter with her silver Wand, and presently the form of the Giantess began to shrink in size and to change its shape. And now, in her place sat the form of Woot the Wanderer, and as if suddenly realizing her transformation Mrs. Yoop threw down her work and rushed to a looking-glass that stood against the wall of her room. When she saw the boy's form reflected as her own, she grew violently angry
