Out of Oz: The Final Volume in the Wicked Years

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Book: Out of Oz: The Final Volume in the Wicked Years by Gregory Maguire Read Free Book Online
Authors: Gregory Maguire
Tags: Fiction, General, Fantasy, Fairy Tales; Folklore & Mythology
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    She cradled the vases against her breast as if they were puppies, but she wasn’t thinking of the vases. She had seen that one map featured a detailed drawing of Restwater, al its coves and vilages, its islands, the locations of its submerged rocks. She had seen a dotted line drawn from Mockbeggar Hal to Haugaard’s Keep, the garrison fortress at the east end. The marking didn’t run along the north shore of Restwater, but right through the middle of it. But what army could march through a lake?
    6.
    Of an afternoon, Glinda had been accustomed to the occasional carriage ride. She would set out for nearby vilages and take a ful cream tea in someone’s front parlor. She would drag along Miss Murth and a novel, and ignore one or the other, sometimes both. From favorite overlooks she sometimes watched the sun subside toward the horizon. Spring in Munchkinland usualy lent a certain cheer to her days.
    Summer the same. She didn’t suffer pangs of longing for the house in Mennipin Square until after the first frost of the autumn. And by now she had learned to endure those pangs. For the time being, those lovely fal social seasons in the Emerald City were a thing of the past.
    Like, it seemed, her excursions by carriage. It only took a few days after Cherrystone’s appropriation of Mockbeggar for a new pattern to set in: the carriages were always spoken for when she requested one.
    Unsettling, that the activities of the house were being determined by someone else’s needs instead of her own.
    And what a commotion! The army had set up a sizeable vilage of tents and built a pair of rude temporary structures—latrines, she expected. One for officers, one for enlisted men. The farm animals were turned out of the barns—no hardship, since the weather was good—and the barns became ad hoc mess hals and, perhaps, a wood shop of some sort, as the sound of hammering went on al day and half the night.
    Glinda had Puggles show her how to find the stairs to the parapet so they could peek from behind an ornamental urn and grasp something of the size of the operation.
    “I should think there are a ful three hundred men on the demesne, Lady Glinda,” said Puggles. “Given the amount of food I hear is being conscripted from local granges and farms.”
    “Can that be enough force with which to prosecute an invasion?” she wondered.
    “You’d have a better sense of that than I. You managed the armies of Loyal Oz for a time,” he reminded her. “And word has it you yourself once hoped for reunification.”
    “Of course I did,” she snapped. “But not through military action. Too messy by half. I hoped if we put on a bal and went lavish with the refreshment budget, the Munchkinlanders would come back into the fold. I’m speaking figuratively, Puggles, don’t look at me like that.”
    “I wouldn’t dream of it. How could we humble Munchkinlanders refuse an invitation to dance with the overlords of the Emerald City? But when that rogue missile of a Dorothy-house came down on Nessarose’s holy head? The Munchkinlanders discovered that liberation from sniffy Nessarose didn’t provoke them into wanting a return to domination by the EC. Can you blame them? What population signs on wilingly for slavery?”
    “You mean other than wives?”
    “I’ve never married, Mum. Don’t accuse me by association.”
    “Oh, never mind. I just think Cherrystone is going to need a vaster force if he expects to drive a division right into the heart of Munchkinland, to Bright Lettins or Colwen Grounds. Unless the Emerald City is simultaneously mounting an invasion from the north, through the Scalps. Though I can’t imagine the Glikkun trols in the mountains would let them get very far with that. Or is Cherrystone going to be content with snatching Restwater and leaving us the rest of the province?”
    “I wouldn’t know, Mum.”
    “Wel, what do you know, Puggles? How would we find out what’s going on in those barns, for instance? I

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