“But she has you,” the Lion said, puzzled. Glinda was powerful. And she had an army of her own.
Glinda frowned the tiniest of frowns before her forehead smoothed out again and she beamed at the Lion. “I’m—well, I have things to do elsewhere,” she said vaguely. “Very important things. And Ozma can be a little difficult. I think it’s best we spend some time apart. And to be honest, there is another reason. Ozma is so bored in the palace—as bored as you are! I thought you might do us all a favor and keep her company for a while. She’s in desperate need of cheering up. I know she’d love to see you, and you’ll make her a perfect companion!”
The Lion felt his heart lift, perhaps this was what he and his courage were looking for. A mission. A purpose. Perhaps a fight didn’t mean anything unless it had one.
“I will bring the beasts. I will train them up into a proper army,” he announced.
Glinda’s perfect eyebrows raised and she shook her head.
“Perhaps, in time. But you need to have Ozma get used to you. Trust you before bring in an army.”
“But how can I keep her safe? You saw how the last Royal Army of One ended up.”
“I will know if there is trouble, don’t you fret, Lion.”
The Lion nodded, swallowing her logic. But it left an aftertaste. Something not quite right. He suddenly remembered the other part of what Glinda was asking.
“Which part am I supposed to keep secret?” the Lion asked, his confusion growing.
“Oh, that! I’m planning a most wonderful gift for Ozma, and I thought you could do me a tiny favor while you’re staying in the palace. She can’t know, or it would spoil the surprise. The Wizard left a ruby necklace behind when he departed Oz, and I need it to finish Ozma’s gift.”
The Lion was getting more confused with every word out of Glinda’s mouth. Maybe he should have asked for brains instead of courage, too. Why couldn’t Glinda look for the Wizard’s necklace herself? Why was she leaving Ozma alone in the palace, if Ozma was bored and lonely? But it didn’t really matter in the end. Glinda knew what she was doing, and she’d chosen him to help her. He wasn’t stupid, but intrigue and palace politics weren’t his style. He was happy to assist the kind, beautiful witch with whatever she wanted, even if her request didn’t totally make sense.
“But how will you get the necklace?” he asked.
Glinda stared at him, her smile faltering. “I’m asking you to get it, Lion,” she said, her voice strained.
“Me?” he asked, astonished. “But I don’t know where it is!”
“No one knows where it is,” Glinda snapped, and this time her exasperation was clear. “That’s why I’m asking you to find it.”
The Lion nodded eagerly, anxious to please her. “Of course! Find ruby necklace,” he repeated obediently. “Keep Ozma company. That’s all you need from me?”
Glinda’s irritation vanished and she clapped in delight. “You’re just as clever as dear Scare, no matter what people say!” she said merrily.
“What people say?” the Lion asked, but Glinda didn’t seem to hear.
“But just to be absolutely sure you know what I’m asking of you, I’ll show you the necklace. And perhaps I’ll do a little spell, just to make sure you don’t have any problems keeping your promise.”
“Of course I won’t have a problem,” the Lion replied, slightly offended. But Glinda ignored him, closing her eyes and drawing a circular shape in the air with one finger. As she sketched, a translucent image of an elaborate ruby necklace materialized in the air. It was so elaborate that it was really more of a breastplate. A heavily worked gold setting housed dozens of rubies, ranging from the size of the Lion’s claw to the size of his entire paw. The dazzling red stones pulsed with a hypnotic red light of their own. The Lion leaned forward. He could almost see an image reflected in each of the glowing red stones. Whirling clouds forming a dense gray funnel over a broad, empty prairie with a single clapboard farmhouse sitting all by itself in the middle of nowhere. A girl was standing in the doorway; she was too tiny for the Lion to make out her features, but something about her was incredibly familiar . . .
“Where is that? Is that . . .” the Lion asked. Glinda clapped her hands and the image of the necklace vanished with a pop.
“Never you mind about that,” she singsonged. “What matters is that you recognize the necklace if you see it again. Will you?”
“Of course,” the Lion said, irritated. He realized suddenly that maybe Glinda wanted him to see it. Glinda wanted him to know that Dorothy was the gift she was planning for Ozma. And Lion would do just about anything to bring Dorothy back to Oz.