Sky Island by L. Frank Baum

indignantly.
    "So we ran away and passed through the Fog Bank and came here," said Button–Bright.
    The Pinkies turned away and conversed together in low tones. Then one of the women came forward and addressed the strangers. "Your story is the strangest we have ever heard," said she, "and your presence here is still more strange and astonishing. So we have decided to take you to Tourmaline and let her decide what shall be your fate."
    "Who is Tourmaline?" inquired Trot doubtfully, for she didn't like the idea of being "taken" to anyone.
    "The Queen of the Pinkies. She is the sole Ruler of our country, so the word of Tourmaline is the Law of the Land."
    "Seems to me we've had "bout enough of kings an" queens," remarked Cap'n Bill. "Can't we shy your Tut–Tor–mar–line—or whatever you call her—in some way an' deal with you direct?"
    "No. Until we prove your truth and honor we must regard you as enemies of our race. If you had a Magic Umbrella, you may be magicians and sorcerers come here to deceive us and perhaps betray us to our natural enemies, the Blueskins."
    "Mud and bricks, fiddlesticks! We don't play such nasty tricks,"
    yelled the parrot angrily, and this caused the Pinkies to shrink back in alarm, for they had never seen a parrot before.
    "Surely this is magic!" declared one of the men. "No bird can talk unless inspired by witchcraft."
    "Oh yes, parrots can," said Trot. But this incident had determined the Pinkies to consider our friends prisoners and to take them immediately before their Queen.
    "Must we fight you?" asked the woman. "Or will you come with us peaceably?"
    "We'll go peaceable," answered Cap'n Bill. "You're a–makin' a sad mistake, for we're as harmless as doves; but seein' as you're suspicious, we'd better have it out with your Queen first as last."
    Their clothing was quite dry by this time, although much wrinkled and discolored by the penetrating fog, so at once they prepared to follow the Pinkies. The two men walked on either side of them, holding the pointed sticks ready to jab them if they attempted to escape, and the two women followed in the rear, also armed with sharp sticks.
    So the procession moved along the pretty roadways to the City, which they soon reached. There was a strong, high wall of pink marble around it, and they passed through a gate made of pink metal bars and found themselves in a most delightful and picturesque town. The houses were big and substantial, all round in shape, with domed roofs and circular windows and doorways. In all the place there was but one street—a circular one that started at the gate and wound like a corkscrew toward the center of the City. It was paved with pink marble, and between the street and the houses that lined both sides of it were gardens filled with pink flowers and pink grass lawns, which were shaded by pink trees and shrubbery.
    As the Queen lived in the very center of the city, the captives were obliged to parade the entire length of this street, and that gave all the Pink Citizens a chance to have a good look at the strangers. The Pinkies were every one short and fat and gorgeously dressed in pink attire, and their faces indicated that they were contented and happy. They were much surprised at Cap'n Bill's great size and wooden leg—two very unusual things in their experience—and the old sailor frightened more than one Pink boy and girl and sent them scampering into the houses, where they viewed the passing procession from behind the window shutters in comparative safety. As for the grown people, many of them got out their sharp–pointed sticks to use as weapons in case the strangers attacked them or broke away from their guards. A few, more bold than the others, followed on at the tail of the procession, and so presently they all reached an open, circular place in the exact center of the Pink City.

CHAPTER 14
TOURMALINE THE POVERTY QUEEN
    The open space which they entered was paved with pink marble, and around it were two