The boy was so bewildered by this calamity that he made no resistance at all.
He knew very well he was guilty, but it surprised him that Ozma also knew it.
He wondered how she had found out so soon that he had picked the six-leave_lover. He handed his basket to Scraps and said:
"Keep that, until I get out of prison. If I never get out, take it to th_rooked Magician, to whom it belongs."
The Shaggy Man had been gazing earnestly in the boy's face, uncertain whethe_o defend him or not; but something he read in Ojo's expression made him dra_ack and refuse to interfere to save him. The Shaggy Man was greatly surprise_nd grieved, but he knew that Ozma never made mistakes and so Ojo must reall_ave broken the Law of Oz.
The Soldier with the Green Whiskers now led them all through the gate and int_ little room built in the wall. Here sat a jolly little man, richly dresse_n green and having around his neck a heavy gold chain to which a number o_reat golden keys were attached. This was the Guardian of the Gate and at th_oment they entered his room he was playing a tune upon a mouth-organ.
"Listen!" he said, holding up his hand for silence. "I've just composed a tun_alled 'The Speckled Alligator.' It's in patch-time, which is much superior t_ag-time, and I've composed it in honor of the Patchwork Girl, who has jus_rrived."
"How did you know I had arrived?" asked Scraps, much interested.
"It's my business to know who's coming, for I'm the Guardian of the Gate. Kee_uiet while I play you 'The Speckled Alligator.'"
It wasn't a very bad tune, nor a very good one, but all listened respectfull_hile he shut his eyes and swayed his head from side to side and blew th_otes from the little instrument. When it was all over the Soldier with th_reen Whiskers said:
"Guardian, I have here a prisoner."
"Good gracious! A prisoner?" cried the little man, jumping up from his chair.
"Which one? Not the Shaggy Man?"
"No; this boy."
"Ah; I hope his fault is as small as himself," said the Guardian of the Gate.
"But what can he have done, and what made him do it?"
"Can't say," replied the soldier. "All I know is that he has broken the Law."
"But no one ever does that!"
"Then he must be innocent, and soon will be released. I hope you are right, Guardian. Just now I am ordered to take him to prison. Get me a prisoner'_obe from your Official Wardrobe."
The Guardian unlocked a closet and took from it a white robe, which th_oldier threw over Ojo. It covered him from head to foot, but had two hole_ust in front of his eyes, so he could see where to go. In this attire the bo_resented a very quaint appearance.
As the Guardian unlocked a gate leading from his room into the streets of th_merald City, the Shaggy Man said to Scraps:
"I think I shall take you directly to Dorothy, as the Scarecrow advised, an_he Glass Cat and the Woozy may come with us. Ojo must go to prison with th_oldier with the Green Whiskers, but he will be well treated and you need no_orry about him."
"What will they do with him?" asked Scraps.
"That I cannot tell. Since I came to the Land of Oz no one has ever bee_rrested or imprisoned— until Ojo broke the Law."
"Seems to me that girl Ruler of yours is making a big fuss over nothing,"
remarked Scraps, tossing her yarn hair out of her eyes with a jerk of he_atched head. "I don't know what Ojo has done, but it couldn't be anythin_ery bad, for you and I were with him all the time."
The Shaggy Man made no reply to this speech and presently the Patchwork Gir_orgot all about Ojo in her admiration of the wonderful city she had entered.
They soon separated from the Munchkin boy, who was led by the Soldier with th_reen Whiskers down a side street toward the prison. Ojo felt very miserabl_nd greatly ashamed of himself, but he was beginning to grow angry because h_as treated in such a disgraceful manner. Instead of entering the splendi_merald City as a respectable traveler who was entitled to a welcome and t_ospitality, he was being brought in as a criminal, handcuffed and in a rob_hat told all he met of his deep disgrace.
Ojo was by nature gentle and affectionate and if he had disobeyed the Law o_z it was to restore his dear Unc Nunkie to life. His fault was mor_houghtless than wicked, but that did not alter the fact that he had committe_ fault. At first he had felt sorrow and remorse, but the more he though_bout the unjust treatment he had received—unjust merely because he considere_t so—the more he resented his arrest, blaming Ozma for making foolish law_nd then punishing folks who broke them. Only a six-leaved clover! A tin_reen plant growing neglected and trampled under foot. What harm could ther_e in picking it? Ojo began to think Ozma must be a very bad and oppressiv_uler for such a lovely fairyland as Oz. The Shaggy Man said the people love_er; but how could they?
The little Munchkin boy was so busy thinking these things—which many guilt_risoners have thought before him—that he scarcely noticed all the splendor o_he city streets through which they passed. Whenever they met any of th_appy, smiling people, the boy turned his head away in shame, although non_new who was beneath the robe.
By and by they reached a house built just beside the great city wall, but in _uiet, retired place. It was a pretty house, neatly painted and with man_indows. Before it was a garden filled with blooming flowers. The Soldier wit_he Green Whiskers led Ojo up the gravel path to the front door, on which h_nocked.
A woman opened the door and, seeing Ojo in his white robe, exclaimed:
"Goodness me! A prisoner at last. But what a small one, Soldier."
"The size doesn't matter, Tollydiggle, my dear. The fact remains that he is _risoner," said the soldier. "And, this being the prison, and you the jailer, it is my duty to place the prisoner in your charge."
"True. Come in, then, and I'll give you a receipt for him."
They entered the house and passed through a hall to a large circular room, where the woman pulled the robe off from Ojo and looked at him with kindl_nterest. The boy, on his part, was gazing around him in amazement, for neve_ad he dreamed of such a magnificent apartment as this in which he stood. Th_oof of the dome was of colored glass, worked into beautiful designs. Th_alls were paneled with plates of gold decorated with gems of great size an_any colors, and upon the tiled floor were soft rugs delightful to walk upon.
The furniture was framed in gold and upholstered in satin brocade and i_onsisted of easy chairs, divans and stools in great variety. Also there wer_everal tables with mirror tops and cabinets filled with rare and curiou_hings. In one place a case filled with books stood against the wall, an_lsewhere Ojo saw a cupboard containing all sorts of games.
"May I stay here a little while before I go to prison?" asked the boy, pleadingly.
"Why, this is your prison," replied Tollydiggle, "and in me behold you_ailor. Take off those handcuffs, Soldier, for it is impossible for anyone t_scape from this house."
"I know that very well," replied the soldier and at once unlocked th_andcuffs and released the prisoner.
The woman touched a button on the wall and lighted a big chandelier that hun_uspended from the ceiling, for it was growing dark outside. Then she seate_erself at a desk and asked:
"Ojo the Unlucky," answered the Soldier with the Green Whiskers.
"Unlucky? Ah, that accounts for it," said she. "What crime?"
"Breaking a Law of Oz."
"All right. There's your receipt, Soldier; and now I'm responsible for th_risoner. I'm glad of it, for this is the first time I've ever had anything t_o, in my official capacity," remarked the jailer, in a pleased tone.
"It's the same with me, Tollydiggle," laughed the soldier. "But my task i_inished and I must go and report to Ozma that I've done my duty like _aithful Police Force, a loyal Army and an honest Body-Guard—as I hope I am."
Saying this, he nodded farewell to Tollydiggle and Ojo and went away.
"Now, then," said the woman briskly, "I must get you some supper, for you ar_oubtless hungry. What would you prefer: planked whitefish, omelet with jell_r mutton-chops with gravy?"
Ojo thought about it. Then he said: "I'll take the chops, if you please."
"Very well; amuse yourself while I'm gone; I won't be long," and then she wen_ut by a door and left the prisoner alone.
Ojo was much astonished, for not only was this unlike any prison he had eve_eard of, but he was being treated more as a guest than a criminal. There wer_any windows and they had no locks. There were three doors to the room an_one were bolted. He cautiously opened one of the doors and found it led int_ hallway. But he had no intention of trying to escape. If his jailor wa_illing to trust him in this way he would not betray her trust, and moreover _ot supper was being prepared for him and his prison was very pleasant an_omfortable. So he took a book from the case and sat down in a big chair t_ook at the pictures.
This amused him until the woman came in with a large tray and spread a clot_n one of the tables. Then she arranged his supper, which proved the mos_aried and delicious meal Ojo had ever eaten in his life.
Tollydiggle sat near him while he ate, sewing on some fancy work she held i_er lap. When he had finished she cleared the table and then read to him _tory from one of the books.
"Is this really a prison?" he asked, when she had finished reading.
"Indeed it is," she replied. "It is the only prison in the Land of Oz."
"And am I a prisoner?"
"Bless the child! Of course."
"Then why is the prison so fine, and why are you so kind to me?" he earnestl_sked.
Tollydiggle seemed surprised by the question, but she presently answered:
"We consider a prisoner unfortunate. He is unfortunate in two ways—because h_as done something wrong and because he is deprived of his liberty. Therefor_e should treat him kindly, because of his misfortune, for otherwise he woul_ecome hard and bitter and would not be sorry he had done wrong. Ozma think_hat one who has committed a fault did so because he was not strong and brave; therefore she puts him in prison to make him strong and brave. When that i_ccomplished he is no longer a prisoner, but a good and loyal citizen an_veryone is glad that he is now strong enough to resist doing wrong. You see, it is kindness that makes one strong and brave; and so we are kind to ou_risoners."
Ojo thought this over very carefully. "I had an idea," said he, "tha_risoners were always treated harshly, to punish them."
"That would be dreadful!" cried Tollydiggle. "Isn't one punished enough i_nowing he has done wrong? Don't you wish, Ojo, with all your heart, that yo_ad not been disobedient and broken a Law of Oz?"
"I—I hate to be different from other people," he admitted.
"Yes; one likes to be respected as highly as his neighbors are," said th_oman. "When you are tried and found guilty, you will be obliged to mak_mends, in some way. I don't know just what Ozma will do to you, because thi_s the first time one of us has broken a Law; but you may be sure she will b_ust and merciful. Here in the Emerald City people are too happy and contente_ver to do wrong; but perhaps you came from some faraway corner of our land, and having no love for Ozma carelessly broke one of her Laws."
"Yes," said Ojo, "I've lived all my life in the heart of a lonely forest, where I saw no one but dear Unc Nunkie."
"I thought so," said Tollydiggle. "But now we have talked enough, so let u_lay a game until bedtime."