Little Daffy said, “Oh, that was a rigged case if ever I saw one. You never should have taken it on.”
“I was required under pain of caging.”
“And you’re now a Loyal Ozian?” asked Dorothy. “Have you no patriotism toward Munchkinland?”
“None.”
That seemed to be that. “Well, we’re headed toward the Emerald City,” said Rain.
“If you stay on this road, you’re too far north. You’ll eventually end up in Shiz.”
“No, thank you,” said Rain. “I might be tempted to kidnap Miss Plumbago and hold her for ransom until I get my father back, and I don’t want to stoop to their tactics.”
“Then turn around and find the crossroads in the village you just quit. Take the left road out of town, the one by the ironmonger. That’ll bring you to a high road that joins up with the Yellow Brick Road.”
“You’ve done me a service again, as you did once before,” said Dorothy. “Will you come with us to the Emerald City?”
The Owl scuffled his talons. “You’re going there again? Are you in complete denial ? You’ve picked the wrong support group with this lot. Or what, are you going to ask the Wizard to grant you your heart’s desire?”
Dorothy took no offense. “Well, I’ve come to see you have a point. Concentrating on getting your own heart’s desire is myopic at best. Or just plain selfish. But there isn’t any Wizard anymore, is there? He hasn’t made a comeback?”
“Of course not. I was just testing to see if you’d regained any more of your marbles. I don’t think you did your cause any good, by the way. Being so scatty.”
“I don’t imagine you’ve seen Toto? My little dog?”
“Never met the chap, and have no interest.”
Dorothy crossed her arms. “Temper Bailey, are you sorry you took my case?”
“Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it. I’ve lost my home and my family, and my professional reputation. I haven’t been eating well and my pellets are punky. If I’d known you would be coming this way I would have hid in a roasting pan somewhere with a gooseberry in my mouth and a twig of rosemary up my ass.”
“So you won’t join our merry band?” asked Rain.
“You losers?” The Owl hooted. “Dorothy’s gathering another pilgrimage to storm the gates of the Emerald City? In the fine tradition of the Wizard, the Emperor’s going to grant you all your hearts’ desires? Forget it. Besides, I thought the Lion already got his medal for courage.”
“Get out of our way,” said Little Daffy.
“You have no way,” said Temper Bailey.
Mr. Boss stooped down and picked up a stone.
“Stop,” said the Lion. His voice buzzed with catarrh; he hadn’t spoken in days. “He couldn’t help what happened. The Owl was set up just as mercilessly as Dorothy was.”
“If you should come across a Goose called Iskinaary—” began Rain, but Temper Bailey had taken wing.
“If he’s such a crabbycakes, can we even trust his directions?” wondered Little Daffy. “Maybe he’s flying off to alert the authorities we’re coming.”
“Cheeky twit-owl. I should have popped him one,” muttered the dwarf.
“We’re walking into trouble any way we go,” said Rain. “We can’t stop now. Let’s press on. Surely we’ll find another shortcut through to the Yellow Brick Road. If we accidentally detour to Shiz, well, maybe some good will come of it. Maybe we’ll find they’ve taken my father there instead of to the Emerald City, for some reason. We can always take the train, or follow the Shiz Road to the EC. If we need to.”
“You’re still so young,” said the dwarf. “The world is so big, and you always think you’re going to walk right down the middle of it.”
I0.
The first thing to return was a sense of smell.
Oh, it was rich. A sense like none he’d ever had before. Confounding, complex, an appreciation of distinctions changing instant by instant. A symphonic approach to odor. Aromas were not separate after all, nor settled. They changed in relation to one another, varying as quickly as the shadows under a young summer tree in a high wind.