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He
’
d
mount
the
mountain
top
instead
.
"
But
no
one
paid
any
attention
to
this
because
they
were
now
close
to
the
Nome
King
’
s
dominions
,
and
his
splendid
underground
palace
could
not
be
very
far
away
.
Suddenly
they
heard
a
shout
of
jeering
laughter
,
and
stopped
short
.
They
would
have
to
stop
in
a
minute
,
anyway
,
for
the
huge
mountain
barred
their
further
progress
and
the
path
ran
close
up
to
a
wall
of
rock
and
ended
.
"
Who
was
that
laughing
?
"
asked
Ozma
.
There
was
no
reply
,
but
in
the
gloom
they
could
see
strange
forms
flit
across
the
face
of
the
rock
.
Whatever
the
creations
might
be
they
seemed
very
like
the
rock
itself
,
for
they
were
the
color
of
rocks
and
their
shapes
were
as
rough
and
rugged
as
if
they
had
been
broken
away
from
the
side
of
the
mountain
.
They
kept
close
to
the
steep
cliff
facing
our
friends
,
and
glided
up
and
down
,
and
this
way
and
that
,
with
a
lack
of
regularity
that
was
quite
confusing
.
And
they
seemed
not
to
need
places
to
rest
their
feet
,
but
clung
to
the
surface
of
the
rock
as
a
fly
does
to
a
window
-
pane
,
and
were
never
still
for
a
moment
.
"
Do
not
mind
them
,
"
said
Tiktok
,
as
Dorothy
shrank
back
.
"
They
are
on
-
ly
the
Nomes
.
"
"
And
what
are
Nomes
?
"
asked
the
girl
,
half
frightened
.
"
They
are
rock
fair
-
ies
,
and
serve
the
Nome
King
,
"
replied
the
machine
.
"
But
they
will
do
us
no
harm
.
You
must
call
for
the
King
,
be
-
cause
with
-
out
him
you
can
ne
-
ver
find
the
en
-
trance
to
the
pal
-
ace
.
"
"
YOU
call
,
"
said
Dorothy
to
Ozma
.
