However, if you dare to face our powerful ruler, follow me." "We dare anything," said the Wizard, "so go ahead." Through several marble corridors having lofty ceilings they passed, finding each corridor and doorway guarded by servants.

But these servants of the palace were of the people and not giants, and they were so thin that they almost resembled skeletons.

Finally, they entered a great circular room with a high, domed ceiling, where the Czarover sat on a throne cut from a solid block of white marble and decorated with purple silk hangings and gold tassels.
The ruler of these people was combing his eyebrows when our friends entered the throne room and stood before him, but he put the comb in his pocket and examined the strangers with evident curiosity.

Then he said, "Dear me, what a surprise! You have really shocked me.

For no outsider has ever before come to our City of Herku, and I cannot imagine why you have ventured to do so." "We are looking for Ozma, the Supreme Ruler of the Land of Oz," replied the Wizard.
"Do you see her anywhere around here ?" asked the Czarover.
"Not yet, Your Majesty, but perhaps you may tell us where she is." "No, I have my hands full keeping track of my own people.