Glinda, the Good, in her palace in the Quadling Country, had many things t_ccupy her mind, for not only did she look after the weaving and embroidery o_er bevy of maids, and assist all those who came to her to implore he_elp—beasts and birds as well as people—but she was a close student of th_rts of sorcery and spent much time in her Magical Laboratory, where sh_trove to find a remedy for every evil and to perfect her skill in magic.
Nevertheless, she did not forget to look in the Great Book of Records each da_o see if any mention was made of the visit of Ozma and Dorothy to th_nchanted Mountain of the Flatheads and the Magic Isle of the Skeezers. Th_ecords told her that Ozma had arrived at the mountain, that she had escaped,
with her companion, and gone to the island of the Skeezers, and that Quee_oo-ee-oh had submerged the island so that it was entirely under water. The_ame the statement that the Flatheads had come to the lake to poison th_ishes and that their Supreme Dictator had transformed Queen Coo-ee-oh into _wan.
No other details were given in the Great Book and so Glinda did not know tha_ince Coo-ee-oh had forgotten her magic none of the Skeezers knew how to rais_he island to the surface again. So Glinda was not worried about Ozma an_orothy until one morning, while she sat with her maids, there came a sudde_lang of the great alarm bell. This was so unusual that every maid gave _tart and even the Sorceress for a moment could not think what the alar_eant.
Then she remembered the ring she had given Dorothy when she left the palace t_tart on her venture. In giving the ring Glinda had warned the little girl no_o use its magic powers unless she and Ozma were in real danger, but then sh_as to turn it on her finger once to the right and once to the left an_linda's alarm bell would ring.
So the Sorceress now knew that danger threatened her beloved Ruler an_rincess Dorothy, and she hurried to her magic room to seek information as t_hat sort of danger it was. The answer to her question was not ver_atisfactory, for it was only: "Ozma and Dorothy are prisoners in the grea_ome of the Isle of the Skeezers, and the Dome is under the water of th_ake."
"Hasn't Ozma the power to raise the island to the surface?" inquired Glinda.
"No," was the reply, and the Record refused to say more except that Queen Coo-
ee-oh, who alone could command the island to rise, had been transformed by th_lathead Su-dic into a Diamond Swan.
Then Glinda consulted the past records of the Skeezers in the Great Book.
After diligent search she discovered that Coo-ee-oh was a powerful sorceres_ho had gained most of her power by treacherously transforming the Adepts o_agic, who were visiting her, into three fishes—gold, silver and bronze—afte_hich she had them cast into the lake.
Glinda reflected earnestly on this information and decided that someone mus_o to Ozma's assistance. While there was no great need of haste, because Ozm_nd Dorothy could live in a submerged dome a long time, it was evident the_ould not get out until someone was able to raise the island.
The Sorceress looked through all her recipes and books of sorcery, but coul_ind no magic that would raise a sunken island. Such a thing had never befor_een required in sorcery. Then Glinda made a little island, covered by a glas_ome, and sunk it in a pond near her castle, and experimented in magical way_o bring it to the surface. She made several such experiments, but all wer_ailures. It seemed a simple thing to do, yet she could not do it.
Nevertheless, the wise Sorceress did not despair of finding a way to liberat_er friends. Finally she concluded that the best thing to do was to go to th_keezer country and examine the lake. While there she was more likely t_iscover a solution to the problem that bothered her, and to work out a pla_or the rescue of Ozma and Dorothy.
So Glinda summoned her storks and her aerial chariot, and telling her maid_he was going on a journey and might not soon return, she entered the chario_nd was carried swiftly to the Emerald City.
In Princess Ozma's palace the Scarecrow was now acting as Ruler of the Land o_z. There wasn't much for him to do, because all the affairs of state moved s_moothly, but he was there in case anything unforeseen should happen.
Glinda found the Scarecrow playing croquet with Trot and Betsy Bobbin, tw_ittle girls who lived at the palace under Ozma's protection and were grea_riends of Dorothy and much loved by all the Oz people.
"Something's happened!" cried Trot, as the chariot of the Sorceress descende_ear them. "Glinda never comes here 'cept something's gone wrong."
"I hope no harm has come to Ozma, or Dorothy," said Betsy anxiously, as th_ovely Sorceress stepped down from her chariot.
Glinda approached the Scarecrow and told him of the dilemma of Ozma an_orothy and she added: "We must save them, somehow, Scarecrow."
"Of course," replied the Scarecrow, stumbling over a wicket and falling fla_n his painted face.
The girls picked him up and patted his straw stuffing into shape, and h_ontinued, as if nothing had occurred: "But you'll have to tell me what to do,
for I never have raised a sunken island in all my life."
"We must have a Council of State as soon as possible," proposed the Sorceress.
"Please send messengers to summon all of Ozma's counsellors to this palace.
Then we can decide what is best to be done."
The Scarecrow lost no time in doing this. Fortunately most of the roya_ounsellors were in the Emerald City or near to it, so they all met in th_hrone room of the palace that same evening.