The Wishing Horse of Oz by Ruth Plumly Thompson

Author:Ruth Plumly Thompson [Thompson, Ruth Plumly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Speculative Fiction
ISBN: 9780345337061
Publisher: Del Rey
Published: 1935-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

BLACK MAGIC

Dorothy and Pigasus were hustled into the Black Castle, rushed down its

shiny black corridors and thrust into a great, dark, dome-shaped room so

quickly they had no opportunity to exchange a word.

"Well, anyway, even if it is a darkroom, we can still see," whispered Dorothy as the foresters in their haste to get away from such dangerous

prisoners fairly tumbled over each other to get through the door.

"Yes," puffed Pigasus glumly as the key rasped in the lock, "and the first

thing I see is that there are no windows. If there was a window we could

fly off. As it is, this witch will make short work of us."

"I wonder how much magic she really knows," sighed Dorothy, seating herself

wearily on a black velvet20stool.

"I wonder!" said Pigasus, flinging himself crossly on the floor beside her.

"And what's all this stuff about your being her worst enemy? Did you

really

destroy two witches, and could you destroy her?" Although Pigasus had

lived

in the Emerald City for several years, he was not familiar with all of

the

history that had taken place before his arrival.

"Oh, all that happened when I first came here," explained Dorothy, clasping

her knees with both hands. "You see, when the cyclone blew me from

Kansas

to Oz, my house fell on the wicked witch who ruled the Munchkins and

killed

her. The Munchkins, supposing I had done it on purpose, came out and

thanked me and gave me the witch's silver shoes. Then, when I reached

the

Emerald City and begged the Wizard, who was ruler of Oz at that time, to

send me back to Kansas, he promised to do so if I killed the wicked

witch

who ruled the Winkies."

"And did you?" asked Pigasus, rolling over and looking up at Dorothy with real admiration.

"Well, that was sort of an accident, too," admitted the little girl honestly. "When the Tin Woodman, the Scarecrow and the Cowardly Lion and I

reached the witch's yellow castle, the witch captured us all and made me

work hard from morning till night. But one day," Dorothy with an anxious eye on the door hurriedly continued, "one day when she tried to steal my silver shoes, I got SO mad I picked up a bucket of water I'd been using

for

scrubbing and flung it right over her head."

"And did that destroy her?" Pigasus demanded incredulously.

"Yes," said Dorothy, "it melted her down to nothing at all."

"But what about the star? I never noticed that before."

"That's where the Good Witch of the North comes in," answered Dorothy proudly. "Right after my house fell on the Wicked Witch of the West, she appeared, and when she discovered I was a mortal, she kissed me on the

forehead to keep me from harm all the time I was in Oz. It only shows

now

because I'm black, I suppose."

"Well, why didn't it keep you from turning black, if it's so wonderful?"

Pigasus switched his curly tail resentfully.

"I don't know." Dorothy looked thoughtfully around Gloma's strange laboratory. "Maybe the spell has worn off; maybe there's no harm in

being

black."

"Humph! There may not be any harm in it, but it's pretty sad and

mournful,

if you ask me," grunted Pigasus, glaring savagely at his satiny black

sides.

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