Chapter Twelve
"Night before last," explained Glinda. "I've been consulting my magic books ever since but have only been able to discover one fact."
"What is that?" asked Kabumpo faintly.
"That they are in Ev," said Glinda, "and that a giant carried them off. I came here early this morning to see whether I could discover anything new. Would you care to see where the castle stood?"
"Did he carry the castle off, too?" shuddered Pompa. Glinda nodded gloomily and led them over to the great hole in the center of the gardens.
For a minute she stood watching them. Then, glancing at a golden sun dial set in the center of a lovely flower bed, she murmured half to herself, "I must be off!" Next instant she clapped her hands and down swept a shining chariot drawn by white swans.
"Good-bye!" called Glinda, springing in lightly. "I'm off to Ev to try my magic against the giant's. Wait here and when I've helped Ozma perhaps I can help you!"
"Can't we help? Can't we go?" cried Pompa, running a few steps after the chariot, but Glinda, already high in the air, did not hear him and in the wink of an eye the chariot and its lovely occupant had melted into the pink morning clouds.
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