The Wedding Feast
"Is it a nightmare?" shivered Betsy, clutching Trot's arm, "or a
Hallowe'en party? Am I really here, and are they?" And well might she
ask, for the last shake of the pirate's sack had filled the room with
Fraid Cats and Scares. Screaming, groaning snatching at one another and
the Oz folk, the Scares swarmed this way and that, until the confusion
was terrible.
"Actions speak louder than words," mumbled the Scarecrow. "Well, I do
not like their actions at all. Call these comrades, friend Jack? Help!
Begone! Away with you!" Jumping up the Scarecrow waved his napkin
wildly around his head, and all the others, hastily pushing back their
chairs, rushed to the assistance of Ozma, who was completely surrounded
by the ugly intruders. Jack Pumpkinhead was so stunned and startled by
this unexpected happening that he stood perfectly still. Then, resolved
to go through with the matter, he shook the sack three times more and
this time with the desired result.
"Why it's Peter!" roared Sir Hokus, disentangling himself from ten
Scares and hurrying over to the little boy who had just tumbled out of
the sack. "Peter, the pitcher--and--" Thumping Scares both left and
right, the Good Knight looked doubtfully at the Iffin and Belfaygor,
who had rolled out of the bag after Peter himself. "Who are these?"
muttered Sir Hokus, making ready to whack the great red monster if it
showed signs of attack.
"Don't mind us," begged the Iffin, glaring around the banquet hall.
"Keep working! Keep working. I'll help you!" And help he did, with
teeth, tail and claw.
"Where am I? How did I get here? How did they get here?" muttered
Peter, rubbing his eyes dizzily and trying to collect himself, for he
remembered nothing since he had been swallowed by the sack. But he soon
recovered, and fighting his way through the frenzied crowd till he
reached Ozma's side, cried excitedly. "They're Scares, your Highness.
Quick! Send them back to Scare City, before they break everything to
pieces!" Glinda and the Wizard had already started an incantation to
rid the castle of the horrible horde, but before it was half spoken,
Ozma, without waiting for Peter to explain, arose and in a slightly
trembling voice called, "I command these people and creatures to
return to Scare City at once." And at once, and all together they did.
And now straightening their collars and settling their ties, for the
encounter had been rough and furious, the Oz folk gazed at Peter and
his comrades as curiously as they had gazed upon their pigmy conquerors
and the unlovely citizens of Scare City.
"If someone will just explain," said Ozma. "Everything's so terribly
mixed up."
"If someone doesn't explain, I shall burst," declared Betsy Bobbin,
bouncing out of her chair. "Have you come back to stay, Peter dear, and
who are these others?" Peter was a bit breathless and confused himself
and looked anxiously around for the baron. But Belfaygor had slipped
off unnoticed with Shirley Sunshine.
"Well this," began Peter, placing his hand on the red monster's head,
"this is Snif, an Iffin, I mean a Griffin."
"If Snif's an Iffin or a Griffin,
I s'pose at us he'll soon be sniffin!"
ventured Scraps, putting her finger in the corner of her mouth.
"If I should snif at folks so kind,
I'd be most rude and unrefined."
replied the Iffin, with a wink at the Patchwork Girl, and this little
exchange of verses relieved the strain that the whole company had been
under.
"Shall I tell the story, or will you?" whispered Jack Pumpkinhead,
stepping closer to Peter.
"You," begged Peter, staring with round eyes at Mogodore and his little
men.
"They've been eating shrinking violets," muttered the Iffin, rubbing
his eyes with one paw and staring even harder than Peter.
"No, it was the flagon," explained Jack, "the forbidden flagon reduced
them to midgets. But what became of Belfaygor's beard!"
"It disappeared into the magic sack," grinned Belfaygor, coming into
the room at that moment with the little Princess on his arm. "And glad
I am that it's gone. I'll never wear another beard as long as I live."
"Beard," put in the Soldier with the Green Whiskers eagerly, "did you
have a beard as long and splendid as mine?"
"Did I!" groaned the baron, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "Ask
Peter!" Taking another look at the Soldier with Green Whiskers, he
shuddered and turned away. "You remind me of something I'm trying to
forget," said Belfaygor.
Now all of this only served to increase the interest and curiosity
of the already curious company. "Tell us! Tell us!" cried Dorothy
impatiently. So, after Belfaygor and Shirley Sunshine had been properly
introduced, Jack Pumpkinhead began the strange story of their journey
from Scare City to Baffleburg and from Baffleburg to Swing City and
his own transportation to the capitol. And while he spoke, the footmen
and other servants moved quietly about, sweeping up broken glass,
clearing away the table and removing all traces of the rude baron's
short reign in the palace. Guarded over by Toto and the Soldier with
Green Whiskers, Mogodore and his men crouched miserably together,
wondering what would become of them. Being merciless themselves, they
expected no mercy from their captors. In small hoarse voices, they
berated Mogodore for meddling with the forbidden flagon and bitterly
denounced him for the terrible misfortune that had overtaken them.
The rest of the midgets had been discovered and marched in from the
garden and soon after word had been sent out through the city that the
baron was captured, Unc Nunkie and his nephew Ojo arrived, driving the
rest of the baron's tiny warriors and horses before them, so that the
entire army were now rounded up in the corner of the banquet hall.
But so intent was the company upon Jack's amazing story they scarcely
heard the grumbling and complaining of the little men or the frightened
neighs of the toy-size steeds.
In the kitchen another banquet was soon under way, more and more
candles were lighted and soon the castle began to reflect its old time
cheer and friendliness. Little gasps and exclamations of astonishment
punctuated Jack's recital and he had to tell over and over how they had
escaped from Baffleburg, how Snif had dwindled down when he ate the
shrinking violet; how Belfaygor's enchanted beard had helped them out
of difficulty and how the mischievous pirate sack had swallowed three
of the company, when they were needed most of all. Peter, Belfaygor and
Snif were as interested as the others in Jack's visit to the Red Jinn
and in the advice that jolly wizard had given.
"You remember the label on the forbidden flagon said that whoever broke
the seal would bring a disaster upon his own head?" said Jack, turning
to his comrades. Peter and the baron both nodded and Snif waved his
tail to show he remembered, too.
"Well," smiled Jack, "the Red Jinn told me to remove my head before
throwing the flagon and thus avoid the disaster."
"So that's why you took off your pumpkin," murmured Ozma, who had been
puzzled by this strange action of Jack's.
"And he also told me that to release the prisoners from the pirate
sack, I must turn it inside out and shake it three times," went on Jack
impressively. "So when Mogodore transported me suddenly to the palace,
I did both of these things."
"You certainly did," agreed the Scarecrow, shaking his finger at Jack
Pumpkinhead, "and brought a horde of horrors about our ears."
"I forgot about the Scares," admitted Jack apologetically, "but they're
back where they belong, now, and everything has turned out for the
best."
"It certainly has," exclaimed Ozma, jumping up impulsively. "You and
Peter, Snif and this brave baron have saved the Kingdom of Oz!" Jack
was so overcome by these words that he lost his balance and sat down.
But he was quickly pulled to his feet, and next instant the rafters
rang with rousing cheers for the four valiant rescuers.
"I wish my grandchildren could hear this," sighed the Iffin, resting
his chin on one claw.
"Oh! Have you grandchildren?" asked Ozma, leaning forward politely.
"No," murmured the Iffin in an embarrassed voice, "but I may have. And
they'll be interested to hear about this."
"Take my advice and never have any grandchildren," whispered the
Scarecrow confidentially. "I'm a grandfather, and I know." Before he
had time to explain what he meant, two footmen came grandly forward to
announce that dinner was ready, and no one, I assure you, was sorry for
that.
"I know what to do," cried Dorothy as the green coated servitors began
marching in with trays of savory meats and vegetables. "Let this be a
wedding feast for Belfaygor and Shirley Sunshine."
"Hurrah for a wedding feast," shouted the Iffin. "Grr--rah!" forgetting
he had recovered his growl, the red monster let out such a terrific
roar that the Cowardly Lion swooned away and had to be revived with
a jug of cider. But he soon recovered and a wedding feast it was and
fit for a royal bride, I do assure you. Snif had eight geranium plants
and an Easter lily and was happier than he had ever been in his whole
fabulous existence. Never in the history of Oz was there a merrier
banquet nor a happier crowd. Delighted to have Peter with them again,
the Oz folk forgot their recent capture and had such a time as only
those dear and delightful folk can have. Jack Pumpkinhead insisted upon
being lit up for the celebration, so he was. Snif and Scraps kept the
company in gales of laughter with their rollicking rhymes and when the
wedding was solemnized by the highest judge in Ozma's court, Belfaygor
and his bride were toasted in tall tumblers of Ozade and simply
showered with emeralds and quickly gathered gifts of every sort and
description.
"What did it feel like to disappear into that sack?" asked Trot, in a
little pause following the wedding.
"Well, once," said Peter, fixing his eyes thoughtfully on the Iffin,
"once I had a tooth pulled and took gas. It was like that, Trot. I
just went out, that's all." At once the others began to recall their
own experiences with vanishings and disappearances and not till
daybreak did any one think of retiring. Then the Baron of Baffleburg
and his grumbling little army were locked up in the pantry for safety
and Peter, snuggling down in his emerald studded bed, decided that this
adventure was even more exciting than the last one.
"I wish I could take Snif back to Philadelphia with me," sighed the
little boy as he finally dozed off to sleep.