possible,” said the shaggy man.
The King didn’t know about the Magnet, of course; but it made him love the shaggy man at once.
“Do just as you please about going away,” he said; “but I’d like to show you the sights of my city and to entertain your party while you are here. We feel highly honored to have little Dorothy with us, I assure you, and we appreciate her kindness in making us a visit. For whatever country Dorothy visits is sure to become famous.”
This speech greatly surprised the little girl, who asked:
“How did your Majesty know my name?”
“Why, everybody knows you, my dear,” said the Fox-King. “Don’t you realize that? You are quite an important personage since Princess Ozma of Oz made you her friend.”
“Do you know Ozma?” she asked, wondering.
“I regret to say that I do not,” he answered, sadly; “but I hope to meet her soon. You know the Princess Ozma is to celebrate her birthday on the twenty-first of this month.”
“Is she?” said Dorothy. “I didn’t know that.”
“Yes; it is to be the most brilliant royal ceremony ever held in any city in Fairyland, and I hope you will try to get me an invitation.”
Dorothy thought a moment.
“I’m sure Ozma would invite you if I asked her,” she said; “but how could you get to the Land of Oz and the Emerald City? It’s a good way from Kansas.”
“Kansas!” he exclaimed, surprised.
“Why, yes; we are in Kansas now, aren’t we?” she returned.
“What a queer notion!” cried the Fox-King, beginning to laugh. “Whatever made you think this is Kansas?”
“I left Uncle Henry’s farm only about two hours ago; that’s the reason,” she said, rather perplexed.
“But, tell me, my dear, did you ever see so wonderful a city as Foxville in Kansas?” he questioned.
“No, your Majesty.”
“And haven’t you traveled from Oz to Kansas in less than half a jiffy, by means of the Silver Shoes and the Magic Belt?”
“Yes, your Majesty,” she acknowledged.
“Then why do you wonder that an hour or two could bring you to Foxville, which is nearer to Oz than it is to Kansas?”
“Dear me!” exclaimed Dorothy; “is this another fairy adventure?”
“It seems to be,” said the Fox-King, smiling.
Dorothy turned to the shaggy man, and her face was grave and reproachful.
“Are you a magician? or a fairy in disguise?” she asked. “Did you enchant me when you asked the way to Butterfield?”
The shaggy man shook his head.
“Who ever heard of a shaggy fairy?” he replied. “No, Dorothy, my dear; I’m not to blame for this journey in any way, I assure you. There’s been something strange about me ever since I owned the Love Magnet; but I don’t know what it is any more than you do. I didn’t try to get you away from home, at all. If you want to find your way back to the farm I’ll go with you willingly, and do my best to help you.”
“Never mind,” said the little girl, thoughtfully. “There isn’t so much to see in Kansas as there is here, and I guess Aunt Em won’t be VERY much worried; that is, if I don’t stay away too long.”
“That’s right,” declared the Fox-King, nodding approval. “Be contented with your lot, whatever it happens to be, if you are wise. Which reminds me that you have a new companion on this adventure—he looks very clever and bright.”
“He is,” said Dorothy; and the shaggy man added:
“That’s his name, your Royal Foxiness—Button-Bright.”
4. King Dox
It was amusing to note the expression on the face of King Dox as he looked the boy over, from his sailor hat to his stubby shoes, and it was equally diverting to watch Button-Bright stare at the King in return. No fox ever beheld a fresher, fairer child’s face, and no child had ever before heard a fox talk, or met with one who dressed so handsomely and ruled so big a city. I am sorry to say that no one had ever told the little boy much about fairies of any kind; this being the case, it is easy to understand how much this strange experience startled and astonished him.
“How do you like us?” asked the King.
“Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.
“Of course you don’t. It’s too short an acquaintance,” returned his Majesty. “What do you suppose my name is?”
“Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.
“How should you? Well, I’ll tell you. My private name is Dox, but a King can’t be called by his private name; he has to take one that is official. Therefore my official name is King Renard the Fourth. Ren-ard with the accent on the ‘Ren’.”
“What’s ‘ren’?” asked Button-Bright.
“How clever!” exclaimed the King, turning a pleased face toward his counselors. “This boy is indeed remarkably bright. ‘What’s ‘ren’?’ he asks; and of course ‘ren’ is nothing at all, all by itself. Yes, he’s very bright indeed.”
“That question is what your Majesty might call foxy,” said one of the counselors, an old grey fox.
“So it is,” declared the King. Turning again to Button-Bright, he asked:
“Having told you my name, what would you call me?”
“King Dox,” said the boy.
“Why?”
“‘Cause ‘ren”s nothing at all,” was the reply.
“Good! Very good indeed! You certainly have a brilliant mind. Do you know why two and two make four?”
“No,” said Button-Bright.
“Clever! clever indeed! Of course you don’t know. Nobody knows why; we only know it’s so, and can’t tell why it’s so. Button-Bright, those curls and blue eyes do not go well with so much wisdom. They make you look too youthful, and hide your real cleverness. Therefore, I will do you a great favor. I will confer upon you the head of a fox, so that you may hereafter look as bright as you really are.”
As he spoke the King waved his paw toward the boy, and at once the pretty curls and fresh round face and big blue eyes were gone, while in their place a fox’s head appeared upon Button-Bright’s
