The children looked at each other in perplexity, and the Wizard sighed.
One Wizard is worth three Sorcerers.
"For the second time?" asked the Wizard, with great interest.
In matters beyond the knowledge of men, as the guilt or innocence of an alleged wizard or a suspected wife, the ordeal by water was used.
"Where is your mother?" asked the Wizard, anxiously looking around.
"Who is this?" asked the Wizard, curiously.
In the strict sense of the word I am not a Wizard, but only a humbug.
The Wizard carried his satchel, which was quite heavy, and Zeb carried the two lanterns and the oil can.
Upon Dee's departure the mob, believing him a wizard, broke into his house, and' destroyed a quantity of furniture and books and his chemical apparatus.
During his divination the wizard fell into a state of trance or ecstasy, his soul being held to run at large to pursue its Witch= inquiries.
Oh, I'm a Wizard; you may be sure of that.
Just as good a Wizard as you are a Sorcerer.
This the Wizard placed underneath his hat and made a mystic sign above it.
"Probably not," declared the Wizard, nodding.
I think I shall keep this Wizard until a new Sorcerer is ready to pick, for he seems quite skillful and may be of use to us.
She was not at all heavy, so the Wizard and Dorothy managed to lift her gently to the ground.
"We salute your Royal Highness!" cried the Wizard, kneeling and kissing her hand.
"Dear me!" murmured the Wizard, looking at his pets in astonishment.
Then the Wizard bent a pin for a hook and took a long piece of string from his pocket for a fish-line.
Next the Wizard poured a pool of oil from the can upon the glass floor, where it covered quite a broad surface.
"Now, Princess," exclaimed the Wizard, "those of your advisors who wished to throw us into the Garden of Clinging Vines must step within this circle of light.
"If the Wizard was here," said one of the piglets, sobbing bitterly, "he would not see us suffer so."
As soon as the little girl knew what had happened she awakened the Wizard and Zeb, and at once preparations were made to go to the rescue of Jim and the piglets.
"Stop, I command you!" cried the Wizard, in an angry tone, and at once began pulling down the rocks to liberate Jim and the piglets.
"All right," said the Wizard; "I'm with you, whatever you decide.
So he carried the lantern back for quite a distance, while Dorothy and the Wizard followed at his side.
"It wouldn't be so bad," remarked the Wizard, gazing around him, "if we were obliged to live here always.
Several squeals and grunts were instantly heard at his feet, but the Wizard could not discover a single piglet.
"They walled us up in a mountain," continued the Wizard; "but we found there was a tunnel through to this side, so we came here.
"But we do not wish to intrude, I assure you," the Wizard hastened to say.
"Very good," said the Wizard; "we can all yell better than we can fight, so we ought to defeat the Gargoyles."
"Ahem!" said the Wizard, "will somebody please loan me a handkerchief?"
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
"He will not be a wonderful Wizard long," remarked Gwig.
He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long.
"Why, he's vegetable!" cried the Wizard, astonished.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
"It's violet," said the Wizard, who was in the buggy.
The children, feeling sad and despondent, were about to follow him when the Wizard touched Dorothy softly on her shoulder.
No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens.
"They are from the Island of Teenty-Weent," said the Wizard, "where everything is small because it's a small island.
"I have an idea," said the Wizard, "that there are fishes in these brooks.