We remember that last Wednesday we left Dorothy sitting on Ozma's throne, welcoming the arriving dignitaries who had come to the Emerald City to celebrate Princess Ozma's birthday. There were far too many arrivals for me to list here; magical and wonderful creatures all. The one arrival who impressed me most, and impressed the other dignitaries, too, was Santa Claus. Santa, the much loved and jolly old elf, played an important role at the end of this particular book.
The final two chapters in this Book 5, The Road to Oz, are: The Grand Banquet, and The Birthday Celebration. As the guests arrived, were welcomed, and left their birthday presents for Ozma at a large table, servants escorted them to rooms in the Palace that had been prepared for them so they could freshen up from their travels and prepare for the Grand Banquet.
The Grand Banquet was truly a wondrous feast. All kinds of exotic foods were enjoyed by all the attendees. Even those who, by their nature didn't eat, (the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, etc.) were seated at a table of their own, and joined in the general merriment of the evening.
The Birthday Celebration began the next day with a parade, complete with marching bands, leading out from the palace to adjoining green fields where a huge pavilion had been built for the Royalty and honored guests. An elevated stage had been set up in front of the pavilion so that everyone could see the acts performed for their entertainment. And there were many amazing acts performed.
The Wizard of Oz was the last to perform. He had assembled a big soap bubble machine with tanks of soapy water and a big fan underneath the stage, and a pipe that exited on the stage level. He had added a special glue to the soap mixture that would harden when exposed to the air so the big bubbles would rise high into the air and remain intact, rather than “pop” right away as ordinary soap bubbles do.
Santa said he was going to float away in one of those big bubbles to his home, so he could see the beautiful countryside in the daylight, as he usually traveled at night with his reindeer. And Santa offered to use his magic to send any of the guests back to their homes in one of the Wizard's big bubbles if they so desired. Because, of course, Santa knows where everyone lives. Dorothy and Ozma convinced Button-Bright, the little boy who couldn't remember his real name or where he lived, to let Santa fly him home. Santa knew, and he was sure his mother and father would be delighted to have him back home.
Santa even promised Polychrome that he'd see her father, the Rainbow, as he was flying through the sky, and he'd tell him his daughter was waiting for him in the land of Oz. Polychrome had just explained Santa's promise to Dorothy and Ozma when a sudden radiance filled the air, and while the people looked on in wonder the end of a gorgeous rainbow slowly settled down upon the platform.
With a glad cry, the Rainbow's Daughter sprang from her seat and danced along the curve of the bow, mounting gradually upward, while the folds of her gauzy gown whirled and floated around her like a cloud and blended with the colors of the rainbow itself.
“Good-bye Ozma! Good-bye Dorothy!” cried a voice they knew belonged to Polychrome; but now the little maiden's form had melted wholly into the rainbow, and their eyes could no longer see her.
Suddenly, the end of the rainbow lifted and its colors slowly faded like mist before a breeze...
The entertainment being ended, everyone left the pavilion and formed a gay procession back to the Emerald City. Dorothy and Ozma had a nice quiet dinner together and a pleasant visit with the Scarecrow, Tik-tok, and the yellow hen. It was decided that Ozma would use the magic belt and transfer Dorothy and Toto back to her bed in the Kansas farmhouse while they slept.
Quite content to have had so pleasant an adventure, and a little tired by all the day's busy scenes, Dorothy clasped Toto in her arms and lay down upon the pretty white bed in her room in Ozma's royal palace.
Presently she was sound asleep.
And the adventure continues.
posted by Roscoe