you to protect Ozma. As you know, her army is gone. . . .â
The Royal Army had been a single man. And Jinjur had taken him out in a heartbeat right in front of him and Scare.
âBut she has you,â the Lion said, puzzled. Glinda was powerful. And she had an army of her own.
Glinda frowned the tiniest of frowns before her forehead smoothed out again and she beamed at the Lion. âIâmâwell, I have things to do elsewhere,â she said vaguely. âVery important things. And Ozma can be a little difficult. I think itâs best we spend some time apart. And to be honest, there is another reason. Ozma is so bored in the palaceâas bored as you are! I thought you might do us all a favor and keep her company for a while. Sheâs in desperate need of cheering up. I know sheâd love to see you, and youâll make her a perfect companion!â
The Lion felt his heart lift, perhaps this was what he and his courage were looking for. A mission. A purpose. Perhaps a fight didnât mean anything unless it had one.
âI will bring the beasts. I will train them up into a proper army,â he announced.
Glindaâs perfect eyebrows raised and she shook her head.
âPerhaps, in time. But you need to have Ozma get used to you. Trust you before bring in an army.â
âBut how can I keep her safe? You saw how the last Royal Army of One ended up.â
âI will know if there is trouble, donât you fret, Lion.â
The Lion nodded, swallowing her logic. But it left an aftertaste. Something not quite right. He suddenly remembered the other part of what Glinda was asking.
âWhich part am I supposed to keep secret?â the Lion asked, his confusion growing.
âOh, that! Iâm planning a most wonderful gift for Ozma, and I thought you could do me a tiny favor while youâre staying in the palace. She canât know, or it would spoil the surprise. The Wizard left a ruby necklace behind when he departed Oz, and I need it to finish Ozmaâs gift.â
The Lion was getting more confused with every word out of Glindaâs mouth. Maybe he should have asked for brains instead of courage, too. Why couldnât Glinda look for the Wizardâs necklace herself? Why was she leaving Ozma alone in the palace, if Ozma was bored and lonely? But it didnât really matter in the end. Glinda knew what she was doing, and sheâd chosen him to help her. He wasnât stupid, but intrigue and palace politics werenât his style. He was happy to assist the kind, beautiful witch with whatever she wanted, even if her request didnât totally make sense.
âBut how will you get the necklace?â he asked.
Glinda stared at him, her smile faltering. âIâm asking you to get it, Lion,â she said, her voice strained.
âMe?â he asked, astonished. âBut I donât know where it is!â
âNo one knows where it is,â Glinda snapped, and this time her exasperation was clear. âThatâs why Iâm asking you to find it .â
The Lion nodded eagerly, anxious to please her. âOf course! Find ruby necklace,â he repeated obediently. âKeep Ozma company. Thatâs all you need from me?â
Glindaâs irritation vanished and she clapped in delight. âYouâre just as clever as dear Scare, no matter what people say!â she said merrily.
âWhat people say?â the Lion asked, but Glinda didnât seem to hear.
âBut just to be absolutely sure you know what Iâm asking of you, Iâll show you the necklace. And perhaps Iâll do a little spell, just to make sure you donât have any problems keeping your promise.â
âOf course I wonât have a problem,â the Lion replied, slightly offended. But Glinda ignored him, closing her eyes and drawing a circular shape in the air with one finger. As she sketched, a translucent image of an elaborate ruby
Irene Garcia, Lissa Halls Johnson