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"I think it is my destiny to help you do that," Che said.

"am supposed to change the history of Xanth, and I think that will
happen if you become the first female goblin chief."

"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 Gwenrly 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 a dust devil," he said. "But
there's no dust. So it's probably a demon."

A face appeared at head height on the swirl: two round eyes made from
vortices of dust, and a mouth formed from a wriggling dust snake. "No,
a demoness. What are you tankards up to?"

"What? "

"Cups, glasses, containers, bottles, mugs-"

"Goblets? "

"Whatever.

"Nothing interesting," Gwenny said, hoping the demoness would go away.
There was no point in correcting her about the distinction between a
goblet and a goblette, or in reminding her that there was only one