No one knew how the letter had arrived it had simply been there, on the desk, all morning. The envelope it came in was bold and stiff, made on a high grade paper and sealed with wax and a marking that none of the servants had seen before.
But, the letter was on the Lady Glinda's desk, so it must have belonged to the Lady Glinda, and she would know what to do with it.
An overwhelming sense of curiosity swept slowly through the corridors of the Emerald Palace that morning as the populace waited for the Good Witch to stir. Bread was left to burn in ovens as cooks were overcome with gossip, sheets sat stewing in laundry vats, as their launders covered their whispers behind pruny hands. Still, Glinda did not rise, and the rumours grew with every passing moment.
One of the stewards, a Gilikinese man with the flaxen gold hair of his kind, was heard to say that the note was from the Wizard who had abandoned them, and that it told her to clear off and step down because he was