However, Ozma drew her silver wand from her bosom and the great jewel at its end gave out a lustrous, green-tinted light which lighted the place well enough for them to see their way plainly.
Ten steps up, five steps down, and a turn, this way or that.

That was the program, and Dorothy figured that they were only gaining five stairs upward each trip that they made.
"Those Flatheads must be funny people," she said to Ozma.

"They don't seem to do anything in a bold straightforward manner.

In making this passage they forced everyone to walk three times as far as is necessary.

And of course this trip is just as tiresome to the Flatheads as it is to other folks." "That is true," answered Ozma; "yet it is a clever arrangement to prevent their being surprised by intruders.