Mustafa's Mandate
There was a moment of absolute silence following Notta's disclosure.
With his lion body and clown head he presented an amazing and
ridiculous appearance. Nothing like this had ever been seen in Mudge,
and the Mudgers simply gaped with astonishment.
"Steady now, Bob," whispered the clown, putting his lion paw around the
little boy. "All we have to do is to be polite--rule two, you know!"
Mustafa was the first to recover.
"Not a lion!" cried the Monarch of Mudge hoarsely. "Why, how dare
you disappoint me like this? Did you hear that, Tazzywaller, Panny,
Mixtuppa--all of you? He says he's not a lion." A sob of rage choked
Mustafa's voice.
"I apologize for not being a lion," said Notta, in a polite, slightly
shaky voice. "Ten thousand pardons!"
"Ten thousand puddings!" screamed Mustafa furiously.
"Puddings by all means, if your Highness prefers them," corrected Notta
hastily.
"I told you there were no more lions in Mudge," wheezed Tazzywaller
with a triumphant glance at Panapee. "I knew it wasn't a lion all
along."
"Well, what is it then?" asked Mustafa angrily. "The little fellow's
a boy of some kind, but this other?" He waved scornfully at the poor
clown.
"A wizard, your Highness!" hissed Panapee. "A wizard, that's what he
is."
"Now don't call me names," begged Notta, extending the front paws of
his disguise. "I'm Notta."
"Not a wizard, I suppose," said Tazzywaller scornfully.
"Why don't you ask him how he got here?" sighed Mixtuppa, reasonably
enough. Notta stared curiously at the large head of Mixtuppa, wagging
through the blue curtain. Perhaps here was someone who would understand
politeness.
"Madam, your Highness, gracious and lovely lady," began the clown with
a deep bow, "we fell into this charming country through no fault of our
own."
"Well, it wasn't our fault; we have no faults here," snapped Mustafa
ungraciously.
"How did you get past the lion enclosure?" demanded Panapee. "How do
you explain this being a lion one minute and a creature of another sort
the next?"
"Well, there is something very queer about it," admitted Notta, rubbing
his forehead in a puzzled way. "One minute Bob and I were in a circus
doing a bit of a trick and--"
"I knew it was a trick," exclaimed Panapee triumphantly. "He admits it!"
"Silence!" cried Mustafa, who was beginning to enjoy the recital. "You
were in a circus? Tazzywaller, what is a circus?"
"It's a show," explained Notta hastily, for he could tell by the
puzzled faces of the Mudgers that they had never heard of such a
thing. "And we were in it. I put Bob on my shoulder and shouted a silly
rhyme, and in a flash he is gone. I shout it again and I'm gone too!"
"Gone where?" asked Mustafa, rubbing his chin.
"To here," replied Notta, gazing about him uneasily. "Funny how a
little verse could carry us so far. He recited:
"Udge! Budge!
Go to Mudge!
Udger budger,
I'm a Mudger!"
No sooner had he done so than Mustafa sprang into the air and all the
Mudgers began roaring with fright and fury.
"He's discovered the secret of Mudge," shrilled Mustafa, pulling out a
handful of his whiskers. "How dare you use our own privately patented,
particular, magic transformation formula? Now you'll be wishing all
sorts of people into the country!"
"He's a wizard!" screamed Panapee. "I told you he was a wizard! Twist
his tail; off with his head; throw him to the lions!"
"Wait, let me explain," pleaded the clown, but his voice was drowned
in the angry hubbub. Then all at once a gong at the back of the tent
rang thunderously. Mustafa, who had already seized the tail of Notta's
disguise, paused. So did the others. On a platform at the other end of
the tent stood Tazzywaller, thumping the gong with all his might. The
noise was so terrible that even Notta and Bob, frightened though they
were, had to cover their ears. Not until Mustafa ran to the little
platform and commanded Tazzywaller to stop, did the awful clangor cease.
"What do you mean by this impertinence?" panted Mustafa, seizing
Tazzy's arm.
"It was the only way I could get your attention," said Tazzywaller
calmly. "I have something important to say. About _lions_," he finished
meaningly.
"Well, what is it?" puffed Mustafa eagerly. "Be quiet!" he called to
the Mudgers who were again closing in on Notta and Bob.
"That person," cried Tazzywaller, with a wave toward Notta, "is
undoubtedly a wizard. Instead of snatching off his head, which will be
of no use to us, even as an ornament, why not compel him to serve us?
He is a wizard, or he would not be in Mudge. Well then, let him go to
the Emerald City and bring back the Cowardly Lion!"
Mustafa stared at his former chamberlain in amazed admiration, then
flinging both arms about his neck, hugged him almost to suffocation.
Next instant he had clapped his hands and issued a dozen orders to
as many little servitors. At the first the shouting Mudgers retired
backward from the tent, at the second Panapee also retired, leaving Bob
and Notta alone with Tazzy and their Majesties. Outside, the marching
and countermarching of the blue guard could be heard as they surrounded
the royal tent.
"The rules aren't working at all well, Bob," breathed Notta anxiously.
Bob said nothing. He just clutched the clown's hand a little tighter
and stared at Mustafa in open-eyed wonder.
"Now then," chuckled the monarch of Mudge, "now then, my handsome
wizard, what do you call yourself?"
"Notta," began the clown, resolved to be polite as long as possible,
"Notta Bit More."
"Notta!" coughed Mustafa, opening his eyes wide. "That doesn't sound
like a name. It sounds like--"
"A joke," put in the clown, with one of his broad smiles, "a little
joke on me. You see it is meant to be funny."
"Well, it doesn't amuse me at all." Mustafa stared solemnly into the
clown's face. "Why are you so white? And why is his hair,"--Mustafa
jerked his thumb at Bob--"so red?"
"For the same reason that your Majesty's whiskers are blue," replied
Notta promptly. Mustafa did not quite like this answer.
"Your business?" he inquired next. "I suppose you deny being a wizard?"
"Oh, absolutely!" said Notta. "But my business, if your Majesty
insists, is fun. I make people laugh and thus prolong their lives."
"A funny business," sniffed Mustafa, with a puzzled look at
Tazzywaller. "Well, you will have to make me laugh to prolong your
life, and the only thing that makes me laugh is lions!"
"Lions!" Notta wrinkled up his forehead. "I'm afraid lions are not in
my line at all. You see I didn't work in that part of the show."
"You pretended to be a lion," interrupted Mustafa sternly, "and you
have proved yourself a wizard. So unless you can capture the Cowardly
Lion of Oz and bring him back to Mudge, you shall be thrown into the
lion reservation, whereby nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine
lions will tear you to bits. Do you agree?"
"Tear me to bits!" gulped the clown. "My father often said I'd go to
the dogs, but he never dreamed I'd be thrown to the lions. Say, is this
Cowardly Lion very fierce?"
Instead of answering, Mustafa handed him Panapee's lion book, saying,
"You may read that while I make preparations for your journey."
Smiling almost pleasantly, the Monarch of Mudge linked his arm through
Tazzywaller's and disappeared behind the blue curtain at the back of
the tent. Mixtuppa also drew in her head and Bob Up and Notta were left
alone.
"Isn't it time to run?" asked the little boy anxiously. He had never in
his whole life heard so much about lions. But Notta put his fingers to
his lips and shook his head.
"No use," whispered the clown. "The tent's surrounded. We must pretend,
my boy--pretend we are going to hunt this Cowardly Lion. Then, once out
of the country, we'll take the first train home."
He sat down on a huge cushion and began turning the pages of the lion
book, Bob Up looking curiously over his shoulder. They were both quite
interested in a description of the Cowardly Lion and Princess Dorothy,
when Mustafa came whirling back. He was followed by a small Mudger
servant, with three white packets upon his head.
"Here," said Mustafa, with a wave at the packets, "are provisions for
three days. Travel straight north until you reach a yellow brick road
and follow that road till you come to the Emerald City. There you will
find the Cowardly Lion."
"But, see here," began Notta, who had been doing some quick thinking,
"why does not your Majesty transport this lion to Mudge by the magic
verse?"
"For a wizard," sniffed Mustafa, "you are astonishingly stupid. That
verse only transports people, and one must touch the person."
"Well then, why not send some of your valiant tribesmen to capture him?
I, I am a stranger here and have never captured a lion in my life."
"Because it is written in the book of Mudge that any Mudger leaving
his country will lose his head," droned Mixtuppa, thrusting her turban
through the curtain. "And if you take my advice you will go at once.
All this arguing keeps me awake, and when I'm awake I lose my temper,
and when I lose my temper other folks lose their heads, and when
that--"
"I'll go," sighed Notta, seeing that no sense at all was to be had
from this ridiculous pair. He stepped out of his lion disguise and,
rolling it up into a small bundle, thrust it into his trouser leg. Next
he slung the three packets around his neck and, taking Bob's hand,
declared himself ready to go.
Rubbing his hands gleefully, Mustafa led them out of the royal tent,
through a double line of the Mudger Guard, to the great iron enclosure
that surrounded his kingdom. The lions were snarling and quarreling
among themselves, but as soon as Mustafa came in sight they began
calling him names and screaming for their dinner.
"Be quiet, my little pets," chuckled the Monarch of Mudge
good-naturedly. "This is not dinner, only a silly wizard."
"Give us the boy, then," roared the largest of the lions, licking his
chops.
"Give us the boy," roared all the other lions immediately. Notta and
Bob Up stared at Mustafa's pets in horror and disbelief, for neither
had in their lives ever heard a lion talk before. Bob, especially, was
terribly dismayed by the personal nature of their conversation. But,
while they were still trembling, two heavy doors were slipped through
the bars, about five feet apart, making a safe and narrow passageway
through the enclosure. The gates on the inside and outside of the
enclosure were unlocked and Mustafa waved imperiously for them to go.
This Notta and Bob lost no time in doing.
"Remember," called Mustafa warningly, as they scurried through, "if you
run away instead of hunting for the Cowardly Lion, I shall know of it.
When a messenger disobeys me, my magic ring turns black. If it turns
black I shall know you are deceiving me, and in that case"--Mustafa
held up his thumb so that Notta could see his ring--"in that case I
shall take it off, and if I take it off you will both turn as blue as
my whiskers and find yourselves unable to move until you decide to
do as I have commanded. Good-bye, my chalk-faced wizard, a pleasant
journey and a swift return!"
Notta was too shocked and astounded to answer. Grasping Bob Up more
firmly than before, he rushed out the iron gate and off through a field
of blue daisies, until the dreadful roaring of the lions of Mudge could
no longer be heard.
"And this," puffed the clown at last, sinking down under a great tree,
"this is what comes of trying to be funny. Never try to be funny, my
boy."
"No, sir," answered Bob, staring anxiously over his shoulder to see
whether any of Mustafa's lions had followed them.