They now entered the house, and as an interested group, watched Jinjur, a_zma's command, build a fire and put a kettle of water over to boil. The Rule_f Oz stood before the fire silent and grave, while the others, realizing tha_n important ceremony of magic was about to be performed, stood quietly in th_ackground so as not to interrupt Ozma's proceedings. Only Polychrome kep_oing in and coming out, humming softly to herself as she danced, for th_ainbow's Daughter could not keep still for long, and the four walls of a roo_lways made her nervous and ill at ease. She moved so noiselessly, however,
that her movements were like the shifting of sunbeams and did not anno_nyone.
When the water in the kettle bubbled, Ozma drew from her bosom two tin_ackets containing powders. These powders she threw into the kettle and afte_riskly stirring the contents with a branch from a macaroon bush, Ozma poure_he mystic broth upon a broad platter which Jinjur had placed upon the table.
As the broth cooled it became as silver, reflecting all objects from it_mooth surface like a mirror.
While her companions gathered around the table, eagerly attentive — an_orothy even held little Toto in her arms that he might see — Ozma waved he_and over the mirror-like surface. At once it reflected the interior of Yoo_astle, and in the big hall sat Mrs. Yoop, in her best embroidered silke_obes, engaged in weaving a new lace apron to replace the one she had lost.
The Giantess seemed rather uneasy, as if she had a faint idea that someone wa_pying upon her, for she kept looking behind her and this way and that, a_hough expecting danger from an unknown source. Perhaps some yookooho_nstinct warned her. Woot saw that she had escaped from her room by some o_he magical means at her disposal, after her prisoners had escaped her. Sh_as now occupying the big hall of her castle as she used to do. Also Woo_hought, from the cruel expression on the face of the Giantess, that she wa_lanning revenge on them, as soon as her new magic apron was finished
But Ozma was now making passes over the platter with her silver Wand, an_resently the form of the Giantess began to shrink in size and to change it_hape. And now, in her place sat the form of Woot the Wanderer, and as i_uddenly realizing her transformation Mrs. Yoop threw down her work and rushe_o a looking-glass that stood against the wall of her room. When she saw th_oy's form reflected as her own, she grew violently angry and dashed her hea_gainst the mirror, smashing it to atoms.
Just then Ozma was busy with her magic Wand, making strange figures, and sh_ad also placed her left hand firmly upon the shoulder of the Green Monkey. S_ow, as all eyes were turned upon the platter, the form of Mrs. Yoop graduall_hanged again. She was slowly transformed into the Green Monkey, and at th_ame time Woot slowly regained his natural form.
It was quite a surprise to them all when they raised their eyes from th_latter and saw Woot the Wanderer standing beside Ozma. And, when they glance_t the platter again, it reflected nothing more than the walls of the room i_injur's house in which they stood. The magic ceremonial was ended, and Ozm_f Oz had triumphed over the wicked Giantess.
"What will become of her, I wonder?" said Dorothy, as she drew a long breath.
"She will always remain a Green Monkey," replied Ozma, "and in that form sh_ill be unable to perform any magical arts whatsoever. She need not b_nhappy, however, and as she lives all alone in her castle she probably won'_ind the transformation very much after she gets used to it."
"Anyhow, it serves her right," declared Dorothy, and all agreed with her.
"But," said the kind hearted Tin Woodman, "I'm afraid the Green Monkey wil_tarve, for Mrs. Yoop used to get her food by magic, and now that the magic i_aken away from her, what can she eat?"
"Why, she'll eat what other monkeys do," returned the Scarecrow. "Even in th_orm of a Green Monkey, she's a very clever person, and I'm sure her wits wil_how her how to get plenty to eat."
"Don't worry about her," advised Dorothy. "She didn't worry about you, and he_ondition is no worse than the condition she imposed on poor Woot. She can'_tarve to death in the Land of Oz, that's certain, and if she gets hungry a_imes it's no more than the wicked thing deserves. Let's forget Mrs. Yoop;
for, in spite of her being a yookoohoo, our fairy friends have broken all o_er transformations."