“I know you must remember Fiyero, and you have heard of his death. Fifteen years ago.” “Of course,” said she. “Well, I heard he died, under mysterious circumstances.” “I knew his wife,” said the Witch, “and his in-laws. It was suggested to me once that he had been carrying on an affair with you in the Emerald City.” Glinda turned yellow-pink. “My dear,” she said, “I was fond of Fiyero and he was a good man and a fine statesman. But among other things, you will remember he was dark-skinned.
