“Mixed magic!” stuttered Wag, dropping the candle. “Oh, my socks and soup spoons!”
Ruggedo said nothing, but his little red eyes blazed maliciously. Reaching down, he lifted out the box and, clasping it to his fat little stomach, shook his fist at the high domed ceiling of the cave.
“Now!” hissed Ruggedo triumphantly. “Now we shall see what mixed magic will do to the Emerald City of Oz!”
Chapter 7
Sir Hokus And The Giants
“Oh!” sighed Sir Hokus of Pokes and Oz, stretching his armored legs to the fire. “How I yearn to slay a giant! How it would refresh me! Hast any real giants in Oz, Dorothy?”
“Don’t you remember the candy giant?” laughed the little girl, looking up from the handkerchief she was making for Ozma.
“Not to my taste,” said the Knight, “though his vest buttons were vastly nourishing.”
“Well, there’s Mr. Yoop—he’s a real blood-and-bone giant. There are plenty of giants, I guess, if we knew just where to find them!” said the little girl, biting off her thread.
“Find ’em—bind ’em,