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"
In
what
way
?
"
he
asked
.
"
By
making
them
your
slaves
,
"
said
she
.
"
Cruelty
,
"
remarked
the
monarch
,
puffing
out
wreathes
of
smoke
and
watching
them
float
into
the
air
,
"
is
a
thing
I
can
’
t
abide
.
So
,
as
slaves
must
work
hard
,
and
the
Queen
of
Ev
and
her
children
were
delicate
and
tender
,
I
transformed
them
all
into
articles
of
ornament
and
bric
-
a
-
brac
and
scattered
them
around
the
various
rooms
of
my
palace
.
Instead
of
being
obliged
to
labor
,
they
merely
decorate
my
apartments
,
and
I
really
think
I
have
treated
them
with
great
kindness
.
"
"
But
what
a
dreadful
fate
is
theirs
!
"
exclaimed
Ozma
,
earnestly
.
"
And
the
Kingdom
of
Ev
is
in
great
need
of
its
royal
family
to
govern
it
.
If
you
will
liberate
them
,
and
restore
them
to
their
proper
forms
,
I
will
give
you
ten
ornaments
to
replace
each
one
you
lose
.
"
The
Nome
King
looked
grave
.
"
Suppose
I
refuse
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Then
,
"
said
Ozma
,
firmly
,
"
I
am
here
with
my
friends
and
my
army
to
conquer
your
kingdom
and
oblige
you
to
obey
my
wishes
.
"
The
Nome
King
laughed
until
he
choked
;
and
he
choked
until
he
coughed
;
and
he
coughed
until
his
face
turned
from
grayish
-
brown
to
bright
red
.
And
then
he
wiped
his
eyes
with
a
rock
-
colored
handkerchief
and
grew
grave
again
.
"
You
are
as
brave
as
you
are
pretty
,
my
dear
,
"
he
said
to
Ozma
.
"
But
you
have
little
idea
of
the
extent
of
the
task
you
have
undertaken
.
Come
with
me
for
a
moment
.
"
