Tik-Tok of Oz

“Why not, Brother?” asked Shaggy, anxiously.

“Do you know what they have done to me?” came the answer through the closed door.

“No. Tell me, Brother, what have they done?”

“When Ruggedo first captured me I was very handsome. Don’t you remember, Shaggy?”

“Not very well, Brother; you were so young when I left home. But I remember that mother thought you were beautiful.”

“She was right! I am sure she was right,” wailed the prisoner. “But Ruggedo wanted to injure me – to make me ugly in the eyes of all the world – so he performed a wicked enchantment. I went to bed beautiful – or you might say handsome – to be very modest I will merely claim that I was good-looking – and I wakened the next morning the homeliest man in all the world! I am so repulsive that when I look in a mirror I frighten myself.”

“Poor Brother!” said Shaggy softly, and all the others were silent from sympathy.

“I was so ashamed of my looks,” continued the voice of Shaggy’s brother, "that I tried to hide; but the cruel King Ruggedo forced me to appear before all the legion of nomes, to whom he said: ‘Behold the Ugly One!’ But when the nomes saw my face they all fell to laughing and jeering, which prevented them from working at their tasks. Seeing this, Ruggedo became angry and pushed me into a tunnel, closing the rock entrance so that I could not get out. I followed the length of the tunnel until I reached this huge dome, where the marvelous Metal Forest stands, and here I have remained ever since."

“Poor Brother!” repeated Shaggy. “But I beg you now to come forth and face us, who are your friends. None here will laugh or jeer, however unhandsome you may be.”

“No, indeed,” they all added pleadingly.

But the Ugly One refused the invitation.

“I cannot,” said he; “indeed, I cannot face strangers, ugly as I am.”

Shaggy Man turned to the group surrounding him.

“What shall I do?” he asked in sorrowful tones. “I cannot leave my dear brother here, and he refuses to come out of that house and face us.”

“I’ll tell you,” replied Betsy. “Let him put on a mask.”

“The very idea I was seeking!” exclaimed Shaggy joyfully; and then he called out: “Brother, put a mask over your face, and then none of us can see what your features are like.”

“I have no mask,” answered the Ugly One.

“Look here,” said Betsy; “he can use my handkerchief.” Shaggy looked at the little square of cloth and shook his head.

“It isn’t big enough,” he objected; “I’m sure it isn’t big enough to hide a man’s face. But he can use mine.”

Saying this he took from his pocket his own handkerchief and went to the door of the hut.

“Here, my Brother,” he called, “take this handkerchief and make a mask of it. I will also pass you my knife, so that you may cut holes for the eyes, and then you must tie it over your face.”

The door slowly opened, just far enough for the Ugly One to thrust out his hand and take the handkerchief and the knife. Then it closed again.

“Don’t forget a hole for your nose,” cried Betsy. “You must breathe, you know.”

For a time there was silence. Queen Ann and her army sat down upon the ground to rest. Betsy sat on Hank’s back. Polychrome danced lightly up and down the jeweled paths while Files and the Princess wandered through the groves arm in arm. Tik-Tok, who never tired, stood motionless.

By and by a noise sounded from within the hut.

“Are you ready?” asked Shaggy.

“Yes, Brother,” came the reply, and the door was thrown open to allow the Ugly One to step forth.

Betsy might have laughed aloud had she not remembered how sensitive to ridicule Shaggy’s brother was, for the handkerchief with which he had masked his features was a red one covered with big white polka dots. In this two holes had been cut – in front of the eyes – while two smaller ones before the nostrils allowed the man to breathe freely. The cloth was then tightly drawn over the Ugly One’s face and knotted at the back of his neck.

He was dressed in clothes that had once been good, but now were sadly worn and frayed. His silk stockings had holes in them, and his shoes were stub-toed and needed blackening. “But what can you expect,” whispered Betsy, “when the poor man has been a prisoner for so many years?”

Shaggy had darted forward, and embraced his newly found brother with both his arms. The brother also embraced Shaggy, who then led him forward and introduced him to all the assembled company.

“This is the new Nome King,” he said when he came to Kaliko. “He is our friend, and has granted you your freedom.”

“That is a kindly deed,” replied Ugly in a sad voice, “but I dread to go back to the world in this direful condition. Unless I remain forever masked, my dreadful face would curdle all the milk and stop all the clocks.”

“Can’t the enchantment be broken in some way?” inquired Betsy.

Shaggy looked anxiously at Kaliko, who shook his head.

“I am sure I can’t break the enchantment,” he said. “Ruggedo was fond of magic, and learned a good many enchantments that we nomes know nothing of.”

“Perhaps Ruggedo himself might break his own enchantment,” suggested Ann; “but unfortunately we have allowed the old King to escape.”

“Never mind, my dear Brother,” said Shaggy consolingly; “I am very happy to have found you again, although I may never see your face. So let us make the most of this joyful reunion.”

The Ugly One was affected to tears by this tender speech, and the tears began to wet the red handkerchief; so Shaggy gently wiped them away with his coat sleeve.

CHAPTER 22

Kindly Kisses

“WON’T you be dreadful sorry to leave this lovely place?” Betsy asked the Ugly One.

“No, indeed,” said he. “Jewels and gold are cold and heartless things, and I am sure I would presently have died of loneliness had I not found this natural forest at the edge of the artificial one. Anyhow, without these real trees I should soon have starved to death.”

Betsy looked around at the quaint trees.

“I don’t just understand that,” she admitted. “What could you find to eat here?”

“The best food in the world,” Ugly answered. “Do you see that grove at your left?” he added, pointing it out; "well, such trees as those do not grow in your country, or in any other place but this cavern. I have named them ‘Hotel Trees,’ because they bear a certain kind of table d’hote fruit called 'Three-Course Nuts.'"

“That’s funny!” said Betsy. “What are the ‘Three-Course Nuts’ like?”

“Something like cocoanuts, to look at,” explained the Ugly One. “All you have to do is to pick one of them and then sit down and eat your dinner. You first unscrew the top part and find a cupfull of good soup. After you’ve eaten that, you unscrew the middle part and find a hollow filled with meat and potatoes, vegetables and a fine salad. Eat that, and unscrew the next section, and you come to the dessert in the bottom of the nut. That is pie and cake, cheese and crackers, and nuts and raisins. The Three-Course Nuts are not all exactly alike in flavor or in contents, but they are all good and in each one may be found a complete three-course dinner.”

“But how about breakfasts?” inquired Betsy.

"Why, there are Breakfast Trees for that, which grow over there at the right. They bear nuts, like the others, only the nuts contain coffee or chocolate, instead of soup; oatmeal instead of meat-and-potatoes, and fruits instead of dessert. Sad as has been my life in this wonderful prison, I must admit that no one could live more luxuriously in the best hotel in the world than I have lived here; but I will be glad to get into the open air again and see the good old sun and the silvery moon and the soft green grass and the flowers that are kissed by the morning dew. Ah, how much more lovely are those blessed things than the glitter of gems or the cold gleam of gold!"

“Of course,” said Betsy. “I once knew a little boy who wanted to catch the measles, because all the little boys in his neighborhood but him had had 'em, and he was really unhappy 'cause he couldn’t catch 'em, try as he would. So I’m pretty certain that the things we want, and can’t have, are not good for us. Isn’t that true, Shaggy?”