Consider the audacity of that. Locasta, from her northern tower, projects a mark of sovereignty across the entire country of Oz, telling every bandit, beast, and wicked witch: This child is mine. The Wicked Witch of the West spends the entire middle of the novel unable to touch Dorothy, only resorting to tripping her or summoning wolves and crows. Why? Because of Locasta’s kiss. That is the mark of a true political operator.
The Wicked Witch of the East ruled the Munchkins with terror. The Wicked Witch of the West ruled the Winkies with fire and wolves. Glinda, the Good Witch of the South, ruled the Quadlings but was largely isolationist. And Locasta? Locasta held the North—a buffer zone against the most dangerous threats from the western mountains. locasta tattypoo