"You don't understand," said Dorothy. "She's our prisoner."
"I thought you said she's your /friend/," retorted the guardian, mockingly.
"Well...." Dorothy hesitated.
"Well, what? I'm waiting," replied the man.
"Well, she's sort of our friend, too. You see, since we captured her,
she has turned out to be quite nice."
"It's probably a trick," said the guardian, suspiciously.
"You can't really blame him for being suspicious," said the Witch. "I've
been hated for many, many years. It's going to take a while for people
to get used to my new image."
"I suppose so," said Dorothy.
A few moments later, the little door opened again. But this time it was
not the guardian. Instead, it was Princess Gayelette, the reclusive but
highly respected sorceress from the north. She and her husband, Quelala,
had come to ask for an audience with his Majesty the Scarecrow. Upon
finding him away, they had remained to look after the palace until his
return. Quelala, although not a magician, was widely known for his
wisdom and understanding.
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