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Название: The Collected Works of L. Frank Baum (Illustrated)

Автор: L. Frank Baum

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СКАЧАТЬ people together, and this work was so interesting that they might have spent the entire day at Fuddlecumjig had not the Wizard suggested that they resume their journey.

      “But I don’t like to leave all these poor people scattered,” said Dorothy, undecided what to do.

      “Oh, don’t mind us, my dear,” returned old Larry. “Every day or so some of the Gillikins, or Munchkins, or Winkies come here to amuse themselves by matching us together, so there will be no harm in leaving these pieces where they are for a time. But I hope you will visit us again, and if you do you will always be welcome, I assure you.”

      “Don’t you ever match each other?” she inquired.

      “Never; for we are no puzzles to ourselves, and so there wouldn’t be any fun in it.”

      They now said goodbye to the queer Fuddles and got into their wagon to continue their journey.

      “Those are certainly strange people,” remarked Aunt Em, thoughtfully, as they drove away from Fuddlecumjig, “but I really can’t see what use they are, at all.”

      “Why, they amused us all for several hours,” replied the Wizard. “That is being of use to us, I’m sure.”

      “I think they’re more fun than playing solitaire or mumbletypeg,” declared Uncle Henry, soberly. “For my part, I’m glad we visited the Fuddles.”

      13. How the General Talked to the King

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      When General Guph returned to the cavern of the Nome King his Majesty asked:

      “Well, what luck? Will the Whimsies join us?”

      “They will,” answered the General. “They will fight for us with all their strength and cunning.”

      “Good!” exclaimed the King. “What reward did you promise them?”

      “Your Majesty is to use the Magic Belt to give each Whimsie a large, fine head, in place of the small one he is now obliged to wear.”

      “I agree to that,” said the King. “This is good news, Guph, and it makes me feel more certain of the conquest of Oz.”

      “But I have other news for you,” announced the General.

      “Good or bad?”

      “Good, your Majesty.”

      “Then I will hear it,” said the King, with interest.

      “The Growleywogs will join us.”

      “No!” cried the astonished King.

      “Yes, indeed,” said the General. “I have their promise.”

      “But what reward do they demand?” inquired the King, suspiciously, for he knew how greedy the Growleywogs were.

      “They are to take a few of the Oz people for their slaves,” replied Guph. He did not think it necessary to tell Roquat that the Growleywogs demanded twenty thousand slaves. It would be time enough for that when Oz was conquered.

      “A very reasonable request, I’m sure,” remarked the King. “I must congratulate you, Guph, upon the wonderful success of your journey.”

      “But that is not all,” said the General, proudly.

      The King seemed astonished. “Speak out, sir!” he commanded.

      “I have seen the First and Foremost Phanfasm of the Mountain of Phantastico, and he will bring his people to assist us.”

      “What!” cried the King. “The Phanfasms! You don’t mean it, Guph!”

      “It is true,” declared the General, proudly.

      The King became thoughtful, and his brows wrinkled.

      “I’m afraid, Guph,” he said rather anxiously, “that the First and Foremost may prove as dangerous to us as to the Oz people. If he and his terrible band come down from the mountain they may take the notion to conquer the Nomes!”

      “Pah! That is a foolish idea,” retorted Guph, irritably, but he knew in his heart that the King was right. “The First and Foremost is a particular friend of mine, and will do us no harm. Why, when I was there, he even invited me into his house.”

      The General neglected to tell the King how he had been jerked into the hut of the First and Foremost by means of the brass hoop. So Roquat the Red looked at his General admiringly and said:

      “You are a wonderful Nome, Guph. I’m sorry I did not make you my General before. But what reward did the First and Foremost demand?”

      “Nothing at all,” answered Guph. “Even the Magic Belt itself could not add to his powers of sorcery. All the Phanfasms wish is to destroy the Oz people, who are good and happy. This pleasure will amply repay them for assisting us.”

      “When will they come?” asked Roquat, half fearfully.

      “When the tunnel is completed,” said the General.

      “We are nearly halfway under the desert now,” announced the King; “and that is fast work, because the tunnel has to be drilled through solid rock. But after we have passed the desert it will not take us long to extend the tunnel to the walls of the Emerald City.”

      “Well, whenever you are ready, we shall be joined by the Whimsies, the Growleywogs and the Phanfasms,” said Guph; “so the conquest of Oz is assured without a doubt.”

      Again, the King seemed thoughtful.

      “I’m almost sorry we did not undertake the conquest alone,” said he. “All of these allies are dangerous people, and they may demand more than you have promised them. It might have been better to have conquered Oz without any outside assistance.”

      “We could not do it,” said the General, positively.

      “Why not, Guph?”

      “You know very well. You have had one experience with the Oz people, and they defeated you.”

      “That was because they rolled eggs at us,” replied the King, with a shudder. “My Nomes cannot stand eggs, any more than I can myself. They are poison to all who live underground.”

      “That is true enough,” agreed Guph.

      “But we might have taken the Oz people by surprise, and conquered them before they had a chance to get any eggs. Our former defeat was due to the fact that the girl Dorothy had a Yellow Hen with her. I do not know what ever became of that hen, but I believe there are no hens at all in the Land of Oz, and so there could be no eggs there.”

      “On the contrary,” said Guph, “there are now hundreds of chickens in Oz, and they lay heaps of those dangerous eggs. I met a goshawk on my way home, and the bird informed me that he had lately СКАЧАТЬ