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    “Rats!” Jenny cried.
    The bridge trembled, smarting under the disreputable expression.  Gwenny giggled, feeling better.
    Nevertheless, they could not cross.  What were they to do?  All three bridges had been denied them, and the day was fading.
    “Perhaps if I made us even lighter, we might walk down the face of the cliff,” Che said.  “We could not fall, or if we did, we would land so lightly we would not be hurt.”
    “In that case we could just jump,” Jenny pointed out.
    Gwenny considered.  “I suppose, if it's the only way.”
    They stood at the brink, ready to be lightened.  Then a gust of wind came, followed by another.
    “I just thought,” Jenny said, “if we are feather light, couldn't that wind blow us away?”
    “Unfortunately it could,” Che agreed.  “I fear that our timing is wrong again.”
    “But there has to be some way!” Gwenny exclaimed.
    “We have to reach the Good Magician's castle.”
    “Perhaps we can go around the Gap Chasm,” Che said.
    “The map indicates that it ends at the water.”
    “Then how will we cross the water?” Jenny asked.
    “We shall have to fashion a raft or similar craft,” Che said.  “We should be able to do that in a day or so, if we can find suitable materials.”
    “Oh, this is getting so complicated!” Gwenny wailed.
    “I could summon a winged monster,” Che offered.
    “No!  I have to get through this myself, or it doesn't count.  I mean, with your help and Jenny's, but not with adults or monsters.  Otherwise I won't have what it takes to be chief and might as well give up, and I absolutely refuse to do that.”
    “We'll get through,” Jenny said reassuringly.
    So they proceeded on west, and as the day expired they reached the shore of the sea.  They scrounged for food, and found a pie tree with an overripe cherry pie and a somewhat soggy chocolate pie.  It would have to do.
    Che found a deserted shed, and some old pillows.  The shed seemed to have an old debug spell on it, because there were no bugs inside.  They made themselves as comfortable as they could for the night, the two girls lying down on either side of the little centaur.  “I don't mean to complain,” Gwenny said, “but somehow I never thought about the awkward little details of adventuring.  It's really more comfortable at home.”
    “It's better than being a prisoner of the goblins,” Jenny said.  “I mean, when the Goblinate-”
    “I know what you mean,” Gwenny said.  “Male goblins are brutes.  That's why I have to be chief, if I can. Then we'll try to be civilized.”
    “I think it is my destiny to help you do that,” Che said. “I am supposed to change the history of Xanth, and I think that will happen if you become the first female goblin chief.”
    “I don't know about the history of Xanth, but I'll do my best to change the history of the goblins!” Gwenny said.
    “The goblins are a significant part of Xanth.”
    They lapsed into silence, and then into sleep.  But Gwenny was uneasy.
    She had no certainty that she could even manage to become chief, at her tender teen age, or that she could do the job thereafter.
    In the morning, shivering, they ate more aging pie and set about making a raft.  The map indicated a copse of deadwood trees nearby, and sure enough, there was enough deadwood lying around to make several rafts.
    But how were they to tie it together?  There seemed to be no suitable vines, unless they wanted to try to hack some from a tangle tree.  They knew better than that!
    But Jenny had an answer.  She addressed her cat.
    “Sammy, we are looking for some nice, strong, safe vines that are close by.  Do you think you can find-”
    Sammy bounded away.  “I'll follow him,” Jenny said, hurrying after.
    There was a swirl of dust before Gwenny.  She retreated, not trusting it, but it followed her.  “There's something here,” she said.  “I think it's magic.”
    Immediately Che came to join her.  “That's