Sorry it's been so long! Unfortunately, I am going on vacation, so you won't hear from me for at least another week. So sad. Anyway, does anyone know how long the students study at Shiz? I don't know if it's 3 or 4 years.
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And let the show begin…
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"And I think that Gillikin as a whole would be impacted most positively. As Frottica would be the chief beneficiary, I would like to hear Lady Glinda Chuffney's words on the matter."
Glinda jolted quickly, being brought back to real life at the sound of her name. Lord Wiltberry, mayor of Wittica, stood on the tribunal, glaring at her menacingly. "Yes?" Glinda asked nonchalantly.
"I had inquired about your opinion on the issue most recently at hand," he said coldly.
"And that issue is?" Glinda yawned, ignoring the snickers of her fellow government leaders. As if they were in a classroom, and not a mature, productive discussion about the future of Gillikin!
Of course, Glinda had to admit, there was nothing mature and productive about falling asleep in the middle of a meeting between mayors of Gillikinese towns. Once a week, the mayors of Frottica, Wittica, Settica, Red Sand, Dixxi House, Brox Hall, Traum, Tenniken, and Neverdale met to discuss the problems and concerns of each town. It was, Glinda thought, the most boring event she had attended since one of those "Spiritual Revival" meetings Nessa had talked her into going to once.
"We were considering the idea of having an extension of the Yellow Brick Road built from the Emerald City, straight to Frottica. I think it is a splendid opportunity for Frottica, and all of Gillikin."
"I would be severely disinclined to agree with you, my good Lord Wiltberry," Glinda said sweetly.
The specticles on the bridge of his nose slipped down to the tip of it. "The Ozma thinks most highly of the idea," said Lord Wiltberry imperiously.
"The Ozma, my dear fellow mayor, resides chiefly in the Emerald City. I cannot imagine how she, who has neither seen nor spoken to the people of Frottica, could know what is best for them. A large road built through Frottica would destroy a peace that the Frotticans thrive on. It also would take up farmland and could quite possibly decrease the abundance of dairy products that the Ozma so enjoys," argued Glinda.
"Are you questioning the Ozma's ability in knowing what is best for Oz?" Lord Wiltbery said dangerously.
"Goodness no, my lord, I was simply saying that unless the rest of Oz would like to lose their bones and teeth early due to lack of calcium abound in Frottican dairy products, then perhaps urbanizing Frottica may not be the most intelligent solution to our problem." Glinda smiled politely and batted her eyes. Slowly she watched Lord Wiltberry turn purple, confirming her suspicions that he had indeed proposed the idea to Ozma.
"Mind your words, Madam Mayoress," sneered Wiltberry nastily, "for sometimes rash words can be interpreted as treasonous. Let us disperse!" he called out loudly.
The group rose and shuffled out of the hall. Glinda found herself walking with Lady Gudderbell, wife of the mayor of Red Sand, where this week's meeting was located. "You are Glinda of Frottica, yes?" she asked.
"Yes," Glinda said.
"I quite enjoyed your little debate with Lord Wiltberry today," she teased warmly. "I will have to tell my husband. He is sick and couldn't make the meeting today. So here I am."
"Well, Wiltberry does try my patience," admitted Glinda, surprised at how easily she could speak freely with a woman she hardly knew.
"Ah, he's an old fool," she waved her hand impatiently. "What a goat! He is only mad because he doesn't think a woman is capable of running Frottica."
"Well, I think I've done quite a good job of it for the past three years," said Glinda indignantly. "Why else would the people elect me again each time?"
"I was only saying what he said, dear," Lady Gudderbell said hastily. "I think you do just fine. But there are some," she dropped her voice to a whisper, "that would not like to see you in office. Wiltberry is one. Be careful of him."
"I'm am always careful," Glinda said steadily, wondering about this woman's warning.
"Good," said Lady Gudderbell. "Look, here we are. The railroad station. I must be getting home to my husband. And you must be getting home to the Frotticans. How long is your trip?"
"Only a few hours," said Glinda.
"Lovely," Lady Gudderbell smiled. "Do you remember the days when it took almost a week to get from here to Shiz? I studied at Revel Heights and hated the trip so much my family didn't see hide or hair of me the whole time I was in college! You look like one of Morrible's lot. Are you a Shiz graduate?"
Flinching at Madame Morrible's name, Glinda replied, "Yes, I went to Crage Hall."
"How fabulicious! Really, we must get together sometime. You can tell me everything about Crage Hall. That's where I applied first, but of course, you take what you get. Well, my husband will be expecting me. Toodle-loo!"
"Bye!" Glinda waved, as Lady Gudderbell sashayed away. Shaking her head dizzily, Glinda wondered if it was possible that someone existed who could actually talk more than she could.
On the train ride home, Glinda took out one of Elphie's letters, which she had brought along for light reading on the ride. Then again, Elphie was such an emotional person that her thoughts and opinions on everything could hardly be taken as "light." She flicked on the passenger light and eased back into her first-class luxury chair.
14 December, 3038 Ozian date.
Minik ot Bellun
Dear Glinda,
Lurline, help me! Never before in my life did I think I could be desperate enough to invoke the name of a deity. Now I am. I am so sick. It started two days ago. At first I could hardly see straight, but now I am well (not well, but not as ill) enough to write. All I do is puke, and puke, and puke, and then sleep, and puke some more. It's a stomach virus, but none of Yackle's herbs will treat it.
Yero's very nice about it all. He holds back my hair, and wipes my head with a rag, since all this puking has been inducing sweat. He has to help me walk everywhere because I get so dizzy.
Oh dear, I have to go. I feel more coming on…
As always,
Elphaba
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