she?â
Glinda blinked, and for the barest second the Lion thought he saw a scowl flash across her face. âSheâs very well, of course,â Glinda said, a little coolly. âSheâs really settled into ruling like a duck to water. Just born to run things.â
âShe is part of the royal line,â the Lion pointed out.
âAnd she lets you know it!â Glinda giggled, but the smile didnât reach her eyes. âI thought Iâd have so much to teach her, but really she just runs circles around the Scarecrow and me!â
âBut the Scarecrowâs in the countryside,â the Lion said. At first, the Scarecrow had sent him letters via Pixie Express, but the Lion didnât always finish them. They were pages andpages long filled with what he was learning. Things that were well beyond the Lionâs brain. The Lion couldnât help but think that Scare was trying to read his way back to the throne. âYes, of course, you know that he felt he had to go when he realized Ozma didnât have any use for him. And in fact, Iâm on my way back to my summer palace myself. Ozma certainly doesnât need me. â This time, there was no mistaking the irritation in her voice. The Lion wondered what had happened back at the palace to set Glinda and Ozma at odds, but he knew better than to ask. Glinda might look kind, but she was powerfulâand heâd seen her cruel side. Heâd think twice before pushing her. Glinda quickly got her expression under control and her voice returned to its habitual sweetness. âBut I didnât come here to talk about boring old politics,â she cooed. âI came here because I need you, dear Lion, and only you, to help me with a most important project!â
The Lion sat up straight again. âMe?â
âThatâs exactly right. In fact, thereâs no one else in Oz who can possibly help me with what I need done. Can I rely on you, dear Lion? On your courageâand your utmost secrecy?â
âOf course you can rely on my courage!â the Lion retorted indignantly, wondering if she was trying to suggest the Wizardâs gift was insufficient. He hadnât lost the initial battle against Jinjurâs soldiers because he wasnât brave enough, but because he was outnumbered. Surely she remembered that. Glinda laid a soft, perfectly manicured hand on his paw.
âOh dear, now Iâve offended you. I didnât mean to imply youarenât the bravest lion in Oz, but what Iâm asking of you will require more than just brawn. I need you to keep your mission a secret, and to conduct it with stealth.â Glinda lowered her voice and gazed deeply into the Lionâs eyes. âCan you do that for me? Is it too much to ask?â
The Lion drew himself up to his full height, returning her look. âI am at your service, lady Glinda, noblest witch in Oz,â he said huskily, though he hardly knew what he was doing. He didnât even know what his assignment was to be, or who would look after the Kingdom of the Beasts while he was away. But Glinda was so persuasive and so compelling. Not to mention so beautiful. Her blue eyes glittered and she squeezed his paw tightly, covering his forehead with kisses. âI knew I could rely on you, my brave, wonderful Lion!â she exclaimed. Raptly closing his eyes in pleasure, the Lion couldnât see that Glinda was holding her nose as she kissed him.
âThen itâs settled!â Glinda said happily. âYou can prepare to leave in the morning. Iâm sure youâll have to make arrangements for the kingdom while youâre away. I canât imagine your mission will take too long, but you never know.â
The Lion nodded, looking up at Glinda in adoration. âMy mission,â he agreed, and then he frowned slightly. âWhat is my mission, exactly?â
Glinda giggled. âOh, right! Itâs very simple, really. I want