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The reason most people are bad is because they do not try to be good.
Now, the Nome King had never tried to be good, so he was very bad
indeed. Having decided to conquer the Land of Oz and to destroy the
Emerald City and enslave all its people, King Roquat the Red kept
planning ways to do this dreadful thing, and the more he planned the
more he believed he would be able to accomplish it.
About the time Dorothy went to Ozma the Nome King called his Chief
Steward to him and said:
"Kaliko, I think I shall make you the General of my armies."
"I think you won't," replied Kaliko, positively.
"Why not?" inquired the King, reaching for his scepter with the big
sapphire.
"Because I'm your Chief Steward, and know nothing of warfare," said
Kaliko, preparing to dodge if anything were thrown at him. "I manage all
the affairs of your kingdom better than you could yourself, and you'll
never find another Steward as good as I am. But there are a hundred
Nomes better fitted to command your army, and your Generals get thrown
away so often that I have no desire to be one of them."
"Ah, there is some truth in your remarks, Kaliko," remarked the King,
deciding not to throw the scepter. "Summon my army to assemble in the
Great Cavern."
Kaliko bowed and retired, and in a few minutes returned to say that the
army was assembled. So the King went out upon a balcony that overlooked
the Great Cavern, where fifty thousand Nomes, all armed with swords and
pikes, stood marshaled in military array.
When they were not required as soldiers all these Nomes were metal
workers and miners, and they had hammered so much at the forges and dug
so hard with pick and shovel that they had acquired great muscular
strength. They were strangely formed creatures, rather round and not
very tall. Their toes were curly and their ears broad and flat.
In time of war every Nome left his forge or mine and became part of the
great army of King Roquat. The soldiers wore rock-colored uniforms and
were excellently drilled.
The King looked upon this tremendous army, which stood silently arrayed
before him, and a cruel smile curled the corners of his mouth, for he
saw that his legions were very powerful. Then he addressed them from the
balcony, saying:
"I have thrown away General Blug, because he did not please me. So I
want another General to command this army. Who is next in command?"
"I am," replied Colonel Crinkle, a dapper-looking Nome, as he stepped
forward to salute his monarch.
The King looked at him carefully and said:
"I want you to march this army through an underground tunnel, which I am
going to bore, to the Emerald City of Oz. When you get there I want you
to conquer the Oz people, destroy them and their city, and bring all
their gold and silver and precious stones back to my cavern. Also you
are to recapture my Magic Belt and return it to me. Will you do this,
General Crinkle?"
"No, your Majesty," replied the Nome; "for it can't be done."
"Oh, indeed!" exclaimed the King. Then he turned to his servants and
said: "Please take General Crinkle to the torture chamber. There you
will kindly slice him into thin slices. Afterward you may feed him to
the seven-headed dogs."
"Anything to oblige your Majesty," replied the servants, politely, and
led the condemned man away.
When they had gone the King addressed the army again.
"Listen!" said he. "The General who is to command my armies must promise
to carry out my orders. If he fails he will share the fate of poor
Crinkle. Now, then, who will volunteer to lead my hosts to the Emerald
City?"
For a time no one moved and all were silent. Then an old Nome with white
whiskers so long that they were tied around his waist to prevent their
tripping him up, stepped out of the ranks and saluted the King.
"I'd like to ask a few questions, your Majesty," he said.
"Go ahead," replied the King.
"These Oz people are quite good, are they not?"
"As good as apple pie," said the King.
"And they are happy, I suppose?" continued the old Nome.
"Happy as the day is long," said the King.
"And contented and prosperous?" inquired the Nome.
"Very much so," said the King.
"Well, your Majesty," remarked he of the white whiskers, "I think I
should like to undertake the job, so I'll be your General. I hate good
people; I detest happy people; I'm opposed to any one who is contented
and prosperous. That is why I am so fond of your Majesty. Make me your
General and I'll promise to conquer and destroy the Oz people. If I fail
I'm ready to be sliced thin and fed to the seven-headed dogs."
"Very good! Very good, indeed! That's the way to talk!" cried Roquat the
Red, who was greatly pleased. "What is your name, General?"
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"I'm called Guph, your Majesty."
"Well, Guph, come with me to my private cave and we'll talk it over."
Then he turned to the army. "Nomes and soldiers," said he, "you are to
obey the commands of General Guph until he becomes dog-feed. Any man who
fails to obey his new General will be promptly thrown away. You are now
dismissed."
Guph went to the King's private cave and sat down upon an amethyst chair
and put his feet on the arm of the King's ruby throne. Then he lighted
his pipe and threw the live coal he had taken from his pocket upon the
King's left foot and puffed the smoke into the King's eyes and made
himself comfortable. For he was a wise old Nome, and he knew that the
best way to get along with Roquat the Red was to show that he was not
afraid of him.
"I'm ready for the talk, your Majesty," he said.
The King coughed and looked at his new General fiercely.
"Do you not tremble to take such liberties with your monarch?" he asked.
"Oh, no," said Guph, calmly, and he blew a wreath of smoke that curled
around the King's nose and made him sneeze. "You want to conquer the
Emerald City, and I'm the only Nome in all your dominions who can
conquer it. So you will be very careful not to hurt me until I have
carried out your wishes. After that--"
"Well, what then?" inquired the King.
"Then you will be so grateful to me that you won't care to hurt me,"
replied the General.
"That is a very good argument," said Roquat. "But suppose you fail?"
"Then it's the slicing machine. I agree to that," announced Guph. "But
if you do as I tell you there will be no failure. The trouble with you,
Roquat, is that you don't think carefully enough. I do. You would go
ahead and march through your tunnel into Oz, and get defeated and driven
back. I won't. And the reason I won't is because when I march I'll have
all my plans made, and a host of allies to assist my Nomes."
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"What do you mean by that?" asked the King.
"I'll explain, King Roquat. You're going to attack a fairy country, and
a mighty fairy country, too. They haven't much of an army in Oz, but the
Princess who rules them has a fairy wand; and the little girl Dorothy
has your Magic Belt; and at the North of the Emerald City lives a clever
sorceress called Glinda the Good, who commands the spirits of the air.
Also I have heard that there is a wonderful Wizard in Ozma's palace, who
is so skillful that people used to pay him money in America to see him
perform. So you see it will be no easy thing to overcome all this
magic."
"We have fifty thousand soldiers!" cried the King, proudly.
"Yes; but they are Nomes," remarked Guph, taking a silk handkerchief
from the King's pocket and wiping his own pointed shoes with it. "Nomes
are immortals, but they are not strong on magic. When you lost your
famous Belt the greater part of your own power was gone from you.
Against Ozma you and your Nomes would have no show at all."
Roquat's eyes flashed angrily.
"Then away you go to the slicing machine!" he cried.
"Not yet," said the General, filling his pipe from the King's private
tobacco pouch.
"What do you propose to do?" asked the monarch.
"I propose to obtain the power we need," answered Guph. "There are a
good many evil creatures who have magic powers sufficient to destroy and
conquer the Land of Oz. We will get them on our side, band them all
together, and then take Ozma and her people by surprise. It's all very
simple and easy when you know how. Alone we should be helpless to
injure the Ruler of Oz, but with the aid of the evil powers we can
summon we shall easily succeed."
King Roquat was delighted with this idea, for he realized how clever it
was.
"Surely, Guph, you are the greatest General I have ever had!" he
exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy. "You must go at once and make
arrangements with the evil powers to assist us, and meantime I'll begin
to dig the tunnel."
"I thought you'd agree with me, Roquat," replied the new General. "I'll
start this very afternoon to visit the Chief of the Whimsies."
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_How_ DOROTHY BECAME A PRINCESS