AN: another reference to another unused character from an original copy of the script: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032138/trivia?item=tr0782016
Glinda stood by her book, her left hand dragging down one of the open pages. A worried expression crossed her features as she read over what was written. It was unlike Locasta to act in such a fashion - it was almost, dare she think it, wicked. How could she curse a prince merely because he lost his courage after his heart was cruelly broken by the woman he loved? She shook her head, her long red locks swishing. No matter, she thought, things were to progress as they were written. It was not her way to interfere with the course of action. Still, and here she let out a troubled sigh, she only hoped that the dear Lion [no, Florizel, she corrected herself] would find his courage again, would find love again. He truly deserved it after the heartless treatment Uschi had given him.
Her gaze fell on a particular passage and she felt her heart beat double time. How could she have not seen this? Why didn't she know about this until now? Dorothy was truly in danger - not just from the Wicked Witch but from her *son*. How could she have been so blind as to not see this? A sick feeling rose in her stomach as she read the pages over and over again, wondering how she missed that one terrible fact. But, and here her fear rose to new heights, just where was that son hiding? What form would he take? Could he be hiding in one of Dorothy's treasured companions - just waiting for that moment to strike? She moved away from her Great Book of Records and moved to the window, her blue eyes focused on a distant point. "Stay safe, Dorothy," she whispered.
The Lion carefully lifted Dorothy over a fallen tree, mindful of his claws. "There we go," he said, once she was safe on the ground again. His amber eyes softened for a moment before he recalled the situation and moved to help the others over the fallen tree. "Over you go," he told the Scarecrow, making sure to be careful as well. "You're next, Woodsman," he said, moving to help the man of tin.
The Woodsman let out a minor chuckle, a rusty sounding noise. "I appreciate the offer, Lion, but," he started before raising his axe and bringing it down on the fallen tree, cleaving it in two. "This is just as easy and will be useful later." He cut a few logs out of the tree, carefully storing them in the empty cavity of his chest, before rejoining the others.
"My apologies. I forgot," the Lion responded. He would have said more but some sound caught his attention and his left ear swiveled in that direction. "Wait, did you hear that?" he asked the Woodsman.
"Sounded like someone crying," the Woodsman said slowly. He glanced at the Lion. "I assume you'll going to take a look?"
The Lion hesitated before mentally shaking himself. He refused to spend the rest of his life as a coward - wasn't that why he joined up with Dorothy on this quest to see the Wizard? To regain the courage he lost after.. After.. He mentally shook himself again. No. He refused to even think her name. "Yes, I'll go," he said, slipping into the shadows to find out who was there.