Chapters (33)
- Title Page
- epubBooks Information
- Author's Note
- 1. How the Nome King Became Angry
- 2. How Uncle Henry Got Into Trouble
- 3. How Ozma Granted Dorothy's Request
- 4. How The Nome King Planned Revenge
- 5. How Dorothy Became a Princess
- 6. How Guph Visited the Whimsies
- 7. How Aunt Em Conquered the Lion
- 8. How the Grand Gallipoot Joined The Nomes
- 9. How the Wogglebug Taught Athletics
- 10. How the Cuttenclips Lived
- 11. How the General Met the First and Foremost
- 12. How they Matched the Fuddles
- 13. How the General Talked to the King
- 14. How the Wizard Practiced Sorcery
- 15. How Dorothy Happened to Get Lost
- 16. How Dorothy Visited Utensia
- 17. How They Came to Bunbury
- 18. How Ozma Looked into the Magic Picture
- 19. How Bunnybury Welcomed the Strangers
- 20. How Dorothy Lunched With a King
- 21. How the King Changed His Mind
- 22. How the Wizard Found Dorothy
- 23. How They Encountered the Flutterbudgets
- 24. How the Tin Woodman Told the Sad News
- 25. How the Scarecrow Displayed His Wisdom
- 26. How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
- 27. How the Fierce Warriors Invaded Oz
- 28. How They Drank at the Forbidden Fountain
- 29. How Glinda Worked a Magic Spell
- 30. How the Story of Oz Came to an End
The courtiers and their ladies paraded past the King, who introduced Princess Dorothy to each couple in a very graceful manner. Then the company seated themselves in chairs and on sofas and looked expectantly at their monarch.
"It is our royal duty, as well as our royal pleasure," he said, "to provide fitting entertainment for our distinguished guest. We will now present the Royal Band of Whiskered Friskers."
As he spoke the musicians, who had arranged themselves in a corner, struck up a dance melody while into the room pranced the Whiskered Friskers. They were eight pretty rabbits dressed only in gauzy purple skirts fastened around their waists with diamond bands. Their whiskers were colored a rich purple, but otherwise they were pure white.
After bowing before the King and Dorothy the Friskers began their pranks, and these were so comical that Dorothy laughed with real enjoyment. They not only danced together, whirling and gyrating around the room, but they leaped over one another, stood upon their heads and hopped and skipped here and there so nimbly that it was hard work to keep track of them. Finally, they all made double somersaults and turned handsprings out of the room.
The nobility enthusiastically applauded, and Dorothy applauded with them.
"They're fine!" she said to the King.
"Yes, the Whiskered Friskers are really very clever," he replied. "I shall hate to part with them when I go away, for they have often amused me when I was very miserable. I wonder if you would ask Glinda—"
"No, it wouldn't do at all," declared Dorothy, positively. "There wouldn't be room in your hole in the ground for so many rabbits, 'spec'ly when you get the lily chair and your clothes there. Don't think of such a thing, your Majesty."
The King sighed. Then he stood up and announced to the company:
"We will now hold a military drill by my picked Bodyguard of Royal Pikemen."
Now the band played a march and a company of rabbit soldiers came in. They wore green and gold uniforms and marched very stiffly but in perfect time. Their spears, or pikes, had slender shafts of polished silver with golden heads, and during the drill they handled these weapons with wonderful dexterity.
"I should think you'd feel pretty safe with such a fine Bodyguard," remarked Dorothy.
"I do," said the King. "They protect me from every harm. I suppose Glinda wouldn't—"
"No," interrupted the girl; "I'm sure she wouldn't. It's the King's own Bodyguard, and when you are no longer King you can't have 'em."
The King did not reply, but he looked rather sorrowful for a time.
When the soldiers had marched out he said to the company:
"The Royal Jugglers will now appear."
Dorothy had seen many jugglers in her lifetime, but never any so interesting as these. There were six of them, dressed in black satin embroidered with queer symbols in silver—a costume which contrasted strongly with their snow–white fur.