"Where does HE live?" asked the boy.
"The Wizard? Oh, he lives in the Emerald City, which is just in the middle of Oz, where the corners of the four countries meet."
"Oh," said b.u.t.ton-Bright, puzzled by this explanation.
"We must be some distance from the Emerald City," remarked the s.h.a.ggy man.
"That"s true," she replied; "so we"d better start on and see if we can find any of the Winkies. They"re nice people," she continued, as the little party began walking toward the group of trees, "and I came here once with my friends the Scarecrow, and the Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion, to fight a wicked witch who had made all the Winkies her slaves."
"Did you conquer her?" asked Polly.
"Why, I melted her with a bucket of water, and that was the end of her," replied Dorothy. "After that the people were free, you know, and they made Nick Chopper--that"s the Tin Woodman--their Emp"ror."
"What"s that?" asked b.u.t.ton-Bright.
"Emp"ror? Oh, it"s something like an alderman, I guess."
"Oh," said the boy.
"But I thought Princess Ozma ruled Oz," said the s.h.a.ggy man.
"So she does; she rules the Emerald City and all the four countries of Oz; but each country has another little ruler, not so big as Ozma.
It"s like the officers of an army, you see; the little rulers are all captains, and Ozma"s the general."
By this time they had reached the trees, which stood in a perfect circle and just far enough apart so that their thick branches touched--or "shook hands," as b.u.t.ton-Bright remarked. Under the shade of the trees they found, in the center of the circle, a crystal pool, its water as still as gla.s.s. It must have been deep, too, for when Polychrome bent over it she gave a little sigh of pleasure.
"Why, it"s a mirror!" she cried; for she could see all her pretty face and fluffy, rainbow-tinted gown reflected in the pool, as natural as life.
Dorothy bent over, too, and began to arrange her hair, blown by the desert wind into straggling tangles. b.u.t.ton-Bright leaned over the edge next, and then began to cry, for the sight of his fox head frightened the poor little fellow.
"I guess I won"t look," remarked the s.h.a.ggy man, sadly, for he didn"t like his donkey head, either. While Polly and Dorothy tried to comfort b.u.t.ton-Bright, the s.h.a.ggy man sat down near the edge of the pool, where his image could not be reflected, and stared at the water thoughtfully.
As he did this he noticed a silver plate fastened to a rock just under the surface of the water, and on the silver plate was engraved these words:
THE TRUTH POND
"Ah!" cried the s.h.a.ggy man, springing to his feet with eager joy; "we"ve found it at last."
"Found what?" asked Dorothy, running to him.
"The Truth Pond. Now, at last, I may get rid of this frightful head; for we were told, you remember, that only the Truth Pond could restore to me my proper face."
"Me, too!" shouted b.u.t.ton-Bright, trotting up to them.
"Of course," said Dorothy. "It will cure you both of your bad heads, I guess. Isn"t it lucky we found it?"
"It is, indeed," replied the s.h.a.ggy man. "I hated dreadfully to go to Princess Ozma looking like this; and she"s to have a birthday celebration, too."
Just then a splash startled them, for b.u.t.ton-Bright, in his anxiety to see the pool that would "cure" him, had stepped too near the edge and tumbled heels over head into the water. Down he went, out of sight entirely, so that only his sailor hat floated on the top of the Truth Pond.
He soon bobbed up, and the s.h.a.ggy man seized him by his sailor collar and dragged him to the sh.o.r.e, dripping and gasping for breath. They all looked upon the boy wonderingly, for the fox head with its sharp nose and pointed ears was gone, and in its place appeared the chubby round face and blue eyes and pretty curls that had belonged to b.u.t.ton-Bright before King Dox of Foxville transformed him.
"Oh, what a darling!" cried Polly, and would have hugged the little one had he not been so wet.
Their joyful exclamations made the child rub the water out of his eyes and look at his friends questioningly.
"You"re all right now, dear," said Dorothy. "Come and look at yourself." She led him to the pool, and although there were still a few ripples on the surface of the water he could see his reflection plainly.
"It"s me!" he said, in a pleased yet awed whisper.
""Course it is," replied the girl, "and we"re all as glad as you are, b.u.t.ton-Bright."
"Well," announced the s.h.a.ggy man, "it"s my turn next." He took off his s.h.a.ggy coat and laid it on the gra.s.s and dived head first into the Truth Pond.
When he came up the donkey head had disappeared, and the s.h.a.ggy man"s own s.h.a.ggy head was in its place, with the water dripping in little streams from his s.h.a.ggy whiskers. He scrambled ash.o.r.e and shook himself to get off some of the wet, and then leaned over the pool to look admiringly at his reflected face.
"I may not be strictly beautiful, even now," he said to his companions, who watched him with smiling faces; "but I"m so much handsomer than any donkey that I feel as proud as I can be."
"You"re all right, s.h.a.ggy Man," declared Dorothy. "And b.u.t.ton-Bright is all right, too. So let"s thank the Truth Pond for being so nice, and start on our journey to the Emerald City."
"I hate to leave it," murmured the s.h.a.ggy man, with a sigh. "A truth pond wouldn"t be a bad thing to carry around with us." But he put on his coat and started with the others in search of some one to direct them on their way.
14. Tik-Tok and Billina
They had not walked far across the flower-strewn meadows when they came upon a fine road leading toward the northwest and winding gracefully among the pretty yellow hills.
"That way," said Dorothy, "must be the direction of the Emerald City.
We"d better follow the road until we meet some one or come to a house."
The sun soon dried b.u.t.ton-Bright"s sailor suit and the s.h.a.ggy man"s s.h.a.ggy clothes, and so pleased were they at regaining their own heads that they did not mind at all the brief discomfort of getting wet.
"It"s good to be able to whistle again," remarked the s.h.a.ggy man, "for those donkey lips were so thick I could not whistle a note with them."
He warbled a tune as merrily as any bird.
"You"ll look more natural at the birthday celebration, too," said Dorothy, happy in seeing her friends so happy.
Polychrome was dancing ahead in her usual sprightly manner, whirling gaily along the smooth, level road, until she pa.s.sed from sight around the curve of one of the mounds. Suddenly they heard her exclaim "Oh!"
and she appeared again, running toward them at full speed.
"What"s the matter, Polly?" asked Dorothy, perplexed.
There was no need for the Rainbow"s Daughter to answer, for turning the bend in the road there came advancing slowly toward them a funny round man made of burnished copper, gleaming brightly in the sun. Perched on the copper man"s shoulder sat a yellow hen, with fluffy feathers and a pearl necklace around her throat.
"Oh, Tik-tok!" cried Dorothy, running forward. When she came to him, the copper man lifted the little girl in his copper arms and kissed her cheek with his copper lips.