"However, I will admit that the land that surrounds it has a trick of turning this way or that, and so if one is standing upon the plain and facing north, he is likely to find himself suddenly facing west or east or south.

But once you reach the thistle fields, you are on solid ground." "Ah, I begin to understand," said the Wizard, nodding his head.

"But I have another question to ask: How does it happen that the Thists have no King to rule over them ?" "Hush!" whispered the High Coco-Lorum, looking uneasily around to make sure they were not overheard.

"In reality, I am the King, but the people don't know it.

They think they rule themselves, but the fact is I have everything my own way.