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Chapter 1. Chex's Challenge

^rfhex was desperate. Her darling foal, Che, was lost, and she feared the worst. He was only five

years old, and though he had her lightening magic, his wings were not yet developed enough for

flight. So he contented himself with extraordinary leaps, and was a happy little centaur— now

inexplicably gone.

How could it have happened? She had been inside their cottage stall, using rushes to close the

crevices that let the draft in. They were near the region of the Element of Air, and often there

was some leakage of wind from it. That was fine on hot days, but chill at night. So she used the

rushes, but she had to work quickly and pay close attention, because they were always in such a

hurry. They would wedge into any place, not waiting for the right one. So she had concentrated and

gotten the job done and somehow hadn't checked on Che for a while.

Now he was nowhere to be found. She had called to him and flown all around the glade, searching

with increasing alarm. There was no doubt: he was not here.

Cheiron was away at a winged monster convention and wouldn't be home for another two days. She was

almost relieved; how could she face her mate with the news that she had lost their foal? Of course

she couldn't do that; she simply had to find Che soon.

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She circled the region several times, peering down intently, but all she saw was forest around the

glade. She had liked this region because it was private with the trees hiding most of what went

on, but now they were hiding her foal from her. She had to get under the canopy of foliage.

She glided down and landed near the cottage. Then she trotted in a complete circle around the

glade, looking for signs. The ground was pretty well scuffed in the center where Che had been

prancing, but the grass remained green at the fringe. He must have wandered out into the forest,

though he knew he was supposed to stay in view of the cottage.

She made another circuit, this time walking at the verge of the trees. Suddenly she spied a little

hoofprint. She saw that it was headed out into the forest. He had come this way!

But why? Che knew the rule and had always been a good little centaur. He knew that there were

dangers out in the deep forest of Xanth, such as dragons and tangle trees and hypnogourds. He

shouldn't have walked out this way.

Yet evidently he had. She searched out the prints. They seemed hesitant at first, as if he had

been looking for something. Then they became purposeful and moved straight toward the thickest

section of the forest.

Chex followed, her alarm increasing. She had hoped that Che had merely wandered and was somewhere

close by, perhaps caught in a bramble and unable to extricate himself. But now she feared

something worse: he had gone somewhere, and that could only be because something had lured him.

There was unlikely to be any good purpose in that.

In a moment her worst suspicion was confirmed: there were signs of an ambush. Something had been

lurking here, waiting for Che, and had captured him. There was a bit of cut vine, evidently used

to tie up the foal, and the ground was scuffed. But something had gone over the ground with a

brush from a nearby brush bush and wiped out all the tracks. She couldn't tell who or what had

kidnapped her

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foal. All she knew was that it had been accomplished quickly and silently.

She searched all around, but there were no tracks of any kind leading from the ambush area. Yet

this was not a spot for flying by any creature large enough to carry a little centaur; the vines

were tangled in with the foliage of the trees, with several hangman's nooses just waiting for some

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unwary dragon or griffin to make their day. It was as if kidnapper and foal had vanished at this

spot.

Chex shuddered. That meant magic! Che must have been conjured to some other part of Xanth.

But why? She could understand a predator crunching its prey, awful as that concept was in this

case. But to lure Che into a trap and conjure him away? What use could anyone have for a winged

centaur foal who couldn't yet fly?

At least it meant he was alive. She had suppressed her fear of the worst, because it was

unbearable. But how long would he remain alive? Maybe his captor didn't realize that he couldn't

fly, and when it found out—

She had to get help. Che had to be found before anything worse happened to him.

She trotted back to the glade, then spread her wings, flicked herself hard with her tail, and took

off. She could make anything light by flicking it with her tail. That was how she got rid of

biting flies; the moment her tail touched them, they became too light to remain sitting and were

launched into the air, where they had to buzz for some time to get things under control again.

When she wanted to make herself light enough to fly, she used her tail on her body, and then it

was easy for her wings to carry the reduced weight. When the effect faded and she began to get

heavy, she just flicked herself again. But she tried not to do that near the end of a flight,

because it could be hard to stay on the ground if a gust of wind came along.

She flew high above the forest and turned south. Soon she was passing over the great Gap Chasm,

where Princess Ivy's friend Stanley Steamer had gone for patrol duty. She knew the kidnapper

wouldn't have taken Che in there, be-

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cause Stanley knew Che and would have steamed anyone who tried to harm him. But where had Che been

taken? That was the awful mystery.

She continued south, heading for Castle Roogna. That was where King Dor was, and if anyone could

help, he could. He was able to talk to inanimate things, so nothing was secret from him.

She spied the castle, with its pretty stonework and turrets, and glided down for a landing in the

orchard. There was a young woman there gathering fruit, and Chex knew who that would be.

"Chex!" the girl called, waving violently. She had freckles and light brown hair in two braids and

seemed younger than she was, because she acted younger. She looked fifteen.

"Electra!" Chex responded as her feet touched the turf. Then she braced herself.

Sure enough, Electra came charging in for a hug. She collided with Chex, her impact shoving the

light centaur back. It was awkward, but exuberance was Electra's second nature, maybe even her

first nature. She was Prince Dolph's Betrothee, and a wonderful girl.

"But where's Che?" Electra asked, her freckled face concerned.

For an instant Chex had almost forgotten her misery. Now it returned with force. "He's gone!" she

said. "Something kidnapped him! I must get help to find him, before—" Here she found herself

unable to continue.

"That's terrible!" Electra exclaimed. "You must tell the King!"

As if that wasn't the reason Chex had come here! "Yes, I must," Chex said.

They walked on up to the castle. "Oh, I forgot!" Electra exclaimed, her braids flinging about her

head as she turned to face Chex. "King Dor's away!"

"Away?" Chex asked, alarmed. "Where?"

"Ceremonial call on King Nabob of the Naga."

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"Oh? What's the ceremony?"

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"Well, they are allies, and maybe soon there'll be reason for getting together. Nada, you know."

Suddenly Chex appreciated the girl's diffidence. Nada Naga was Prince Dolph's other Betrothee, and

in her human form a truly lovely young lady. It had been a political liaison, but everyone knew

that Dolph preferred the Princess Nada to Electra. The time was approaching when Dolph would have

to make his choice between the two, and it did not look good for Electra. She was a wonderful

girl,"but Nada was a beautiful princess.

Unfortunately, Electra was under an enchantment. Not only did she love Dolph, who had rescued her

from a very long sleep, she would die if she didn't marry him. No one wanted that! There was a

further irony: Nada did not love Dolph. She was five years older than he and regarded him as a

juvenile. But she had given her word, and intended to carry through, in the manner required of a

princess. It was obvious to everyone that Dolph could make both girls happy by marrying

Electra—but that would not make Dolph happy, and he was not adult enough to do what he didn't

like. It was a difficult situation.

However, Chex had a pressing problem of her own at the moment. "Then Queen Irene—"

"She went with him. She wanted to meet King Nabob and Nada's handsome big brother, Naldo."

"Then Princess Ivy—"

"She's off with Grey Murphy at the Good Magician's Castle."

"There must be somebody in charge!" Chex exclaimed, exasperated.

"Oh, sure. Magician Murphy."

"Then I'd better see him." Chex wasn't quite satisfied with this as she had never completely

trusted Murphy, but she couldn't wait for one of the others to return to the palace.

Magician Murphy was a graying but otherwise ordinary older man. "Yes, I can help you, Centaur," he

said. "First, I will organize a search for your missing foal. Second, I will set my curse on the

party responsible for the abduction,

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so that that effort will foul up in devious ways. That should provide additional time for the

searchers to complete their mission."

This was more than Chex had expected of this man. But she reminded herself that on occasion evil

magicians did become good ones. King Emeritus Trent was the most notable example. Murphy had sworn

to uphold the current order, and if King Dor trusted him, she could do no less. "Thank you,

Magician," she said.

Murphy spoke to a magic mirror. "Now hear this," he said. "This is King pro-tern Murphy speaking.

Chex Centaur's foal has been abducted by a party unknown, and must be found and rescued ASAP. All

personnel not otherwise occupied get your butts to the castle pronto for organization into search

parties. That is all."

Chex listened with a certain surprise. Evidently Murphy had picked up some Mundanish terms during

his exile. However, his general meaning came through.

They walked to the front of the castle. From every direction folk were coming: shoe tree farmers,

milkweed maids, P and Q nut growers, and even a young ogre who was evidently tired of twisting

trees into pretzels. Some were coming from the castle, too: Prince Dolph, Nada Naga, Grundy Golem,

and a ghost or two. There was even a puff of steam from the direction of the Gap Chasm: Stanley

Steamer was coming in. It seemed that everyone wanted to help.

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"Very well," Murphy said when a suitable group had assembled. "We have no idea where Che may have

been taken, but we have reason to believe that nothing bad will happen to him for a while. Our

best course is to cover as much of Xanth as we can in the next few hours. Because it is not safe

for folk to go alone into the jungle—" He paused, for the ogre was looking perplexed. "Ogre's ex-

cepted of course," he said, and the ogre's confusion eased. "Most parties will consist of two or

more folk, at least one of whom should be able to defend them until help can come. Here are magic

whistles from the castle armory; these can

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be heard far and wide, so each person will carry one and use it if threatened."

He passed out the whistles. The ogre, being typically stupid, blew his immediately. But there was

no sound.

Startled, the ogre looked up. "Me blow, hear no."

"That's because you aren't far or wide yet," Murphy explained. "We are all standing close and

narrow, which is out of range. Try it from far."

The ogre charged to the horizon, knocking down a stray tree accidentally. He blew again. This time

the sound was piercing.

Soon the parties were organized and heading out in every direction. "Grundy will go with you,

Chex," Murphy said. "You can act as liaison between the search parties, so that you will be the

first to know if your foal is found. Grundy will help you by questioning any plants or creatures

as needed. First 1 think you should question the plants in the vicinity of the abduction; they

must have seen something."

"Yes!" Chex said, feeling foolish because she hadn't thought of that herself. Murphy was doing a

great job!

Grundy scrambled up on her back. He was a tiny man, easy to carry even without lightening. He had

been a real golem originally, made of rag and string and wood, but now he was a real man, though

still the original size. One other thing had not changed: he still had a big mouth and made

enemies with an ease that left others awestruck. Chex flicked herself, spread her wings, and took

off. She was glad to have such an efficient search proceeding; if anything could find Che, this

would.

"Where's Rapunzel?" she inquired as they flew north. For Grundy had finally found in her a woman

to his taste— or maybe it was the other way around. Rapunzel could assume any size she wished,

being descended from both human and elven stock, but preferred small. She was a lovely lady,

with—oh, yes—magically long hair. Chex didn't envy her the chore of brushing it! Normally Grundy

and Rapunzel were together.

"She's seeing about a new house," he said.

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"Oh? I thought you were satisfied with that birdhouse you converted." .

"I am. But she says it's too small."

"Too small? But you haven't changed, and she can be any size she wants."

Grundy shrugged. "I don't understand women. Do you?"

Chex laughed. "No!" But then she got a faint notion, and began to understand. The two of them

might remain small, but if the family changed sizes ...

She glided down to the glade. It had been her home for several years, because she hadn't wanted to

risk having Che fall off the edge of a mountain before he was able to fly. Now it seemed alien,

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because it had turned out to be unsafe in another way. Whoever or whatever had kidnapped her

foal—would it have been possible had Che lived in a mountain retreat? Just how smart had she been

to avoid the mountain?

She trotted into the forest where Che had been lost. "Here," she said, coming to a halt at the

place.

Grundy talked to the plants in the vicinity. Chex heard only a faint rustling, but in a moment he

had his report. "There was an awful smell, as of pastry baking, and—"

"That's not awful!" she protested. "Che loved fresh pastry!"

"What's it made from?" the golem asked.

"Why, fresh flour from sea oats, and— oh." For of course plants like oats would not like the smell

of their brethren being baked. Breadfruit trees and pie trees did not mind giving up their wares,

but when grains were stripped from the plants it was another matter. "An awful smell," she agreed.

"The foal sniffed it and followed it right here," Grundy said. "But here there was only a bit of

cloud, an evil fog. The smell came from that. The foal went in, and there was the sound of a

struggle, and then the fog lifted and nothing remained. The plants didn't see what happened, only

that Che went in and didn't come out."

"Magic!" Chex exclaimed. Other centaurs often didn't

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like magic. She had thought them old-fashioned and unrealistic, but now she was beginning to

appreciate their view. Magic had taken her foal from her!

"Must have been. And that fog sounds like Fracto. He's always interested in doing something

nasty."

"Fracto!" she cried, remembering the worst of clouds. It was true: wherever there was mischief to

be done, there was Fracto. "We should search him out and make him talk!"

"We might find him, but even if we spoke his language, he probably wouldn't tell," Grundy pointed

out.

He was right. There was no point in giving Fracto the satisfaction. They would have to find some

other way to investigate.

This was evidently a pretty sophisticated abduction. It had been set up so that it could not

readily be traced. Why such an effort—for one flightless little centaur? It didn't seem to make a

lot of sense.

They left the forest and took off from the glade. Chex was mystified and dispirited. The early

shock of the loss was wearing off and being replaced by the grim certainty that there would be no

easy resolution. She still had no idea where Che had been taken.

"We had better see how the others are doing," Grundy said, sounding dispirited himself. "Che has

to be somewhere."

He was trying to cheer her, and successfully failing. But it was good advice anyway. She was

supposed to be the liaison between the teams.

"Closest is the ogre," Grundy announced. It seemed that he had a list of the assignments.

"Checking the Goblinate of the Golden Horde."

"The Golden Horde!" Chex exclaimed, horrified. "Those terrible goblins!"

"They're your closest evil neighbors to the west," he pointed out.

They certainly were! They liked to catch creatures and torture them before cooking mem. They lived

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spring, which perhaps accounted for their extreme meanness. If Che had fallen into their grubby

hands...

It was good that the ogre was going there. An ogre knew how to handle goblins. It was said that

goblins who attacked an ogre would find some of their number orbiting the moon—and those were the

lucky ones. Still, if they had Che, the foal could get bashed right along with the goblins,

because ogres were justifiably proud of their stupidity.

She angled west. Soon she observed a path of trees being knocked down as the ogre traveled the

only way he knew how—straight ahead, bashing any obstacles out of the way. The average tree didn't

like the average ogre much, but didn't have much choice about contact if the ogre came its way.

Some trees, however, did fight back, like the tanglers. It was said that an ogre-tangler battle

was worth watching— from a distance.

She flew on past the ogre to the goblin camp. The goblins spied her and shook their little fists

at her. But there was no sign of Che. That was reassuring—

"Unless they cooked him already," Grundy remarked.

Cnex almost fell out of the sky. What a genius the golem had for the wrong thought!

"But they don't have a pot going," Grundy continued. "They couldn't have done it in (his time."

Maybe it was the right thought after all! He was right: there was no smoke, no fire. So either Che

had not been cooked or he wasn't here at all. She wasn't sure which to hope for.

She flew back to the ogre. "They're right ahead," she called. "Keep an eye out for the foal!"

"Me goal save foal," he agreed.

Well, he had the right attitude. But she felt better now that it seemed unlikely that the foal was

there.

"Next group is human, checking the centaur village north of the Gap," Grundy said.

Chex knew why no centaurs were participating in the search: they did not accept her as one of

them. Indeed, they considered her a monstrosity, a degenerate crossbreed. She

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had been welcomed by the winged monsters but not by her own kind. But she tried not to dwell on

that; there was nothing to be gained by it. In time there might be an established species of

winged centaurs, needing no affiliations with the ground-bound centaurs, just as the winged

dragons survived nicely independent of the land dragons. But not if Che was lost!

The human party consisted of three milkweed maids. They must have been given some kind of speed-up

spell, because they could not have gotten this far mis fast otherwise. They were crossing the

invisible bridge, seeming to be in midair, and giggling as they teased each other about what

monster below might be seeing up whose skirt. There was no monster below; the Gap Dragon had

joined the search effort. But milkweed maids tended to be silly anyway; it was said to be one of

the features that made them attractive to men. Chex did not quite understand that, but of course

she wasn't human.

She swooped low. "Have you seen anything?" she called.

"Just trees!" one called. "But we haven't started looking yet, because our assignment is the

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centaur village. Someone else is checking the forest south of the Gap."

"Good luck!" Chex said. But she didn't think Che would be at the centaur village, because though

the centaurs did not approve of winged crossbreeds, they were honorable folk who would not

interfere. They would not have cared to use so much magic, either, or to conceal their activity,

for pride (some said arrogance) was a centaur's nature.

They continued their check of the various parties. They were all searching diligently, but without

any success. To stave off her developing gloom, Chex pondered her relationship with Che.

It had all started with her wedding, really. She had met Cheiron, the only other winged centaur in

Xanth, and probably would have fallen in love with him even if he hadn't been handsome and strong

and smart and experienced. They had agreed to mate—the human folk called it marriage—

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and the Simurgh herself had flown in to officiate. The Si-murgh was the largest and oldest of

birds, who had seen the destruction and regeneration of the universe three times and was probably

good for one or two more times. She had handled things competently, of course, and made one

passing reference that astonished Chex and Cheiron. FROM THIS UNION, she had said in her powerful

mental projection, WILL COME ONE WHOSE LIFE WILL CHANGE THE COURSE OF THE HISTORY OF XANTH. Then

she had required all the attending winged monsters, and even Prince Dolph, who had managed to

sneak in by assuming the form of a dragonfly, to make an oath to protect that one from harm. It

had become clear why the Simurgh had come: to ensure die safety of the future foal.

In due course Che had arrived. The stork had not delivered him, and he hadn't turned up under a

cabbage leaf; the centaurs, being realistic about natural functions of all kinds, had more direct

if uncomfortable means of acquiring their offspring. After all, storks were notoriously myopic,

and sometimes misdelivered babies. Maybe that was all right for human folk, but no centaur would

care to risk it.

Che was beautiful from the start, with his dark brown pelt and soft little wings. The winged

monsters had looked out for him, so that no griffin, dragon, roc, or anything else that flew,

right down through harpies to little dragonflies, was any threat. In fact, young flying dragons

had flown in to play with him, though he could not yet fly himself, and they had spread die word

to die landbound dragons. The land dragons were not bound by the oath, but many of them had

vestigial wings and identified with their flying cousins, so they were careful of Che also.

Their family had led an almost idyllic life, here in the glade. When she and Cheiron wanted to go

somewhere alone, or to help some of their friends, they never lacked for foal-sitters. Even Draco

Dragon, the terror of north-central Xanth, had come in once, and not just because of the oath. He

had a special debt to the skeleton Marrow Bones, who had saved his nestful of pretty stones, and

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Marrow was Chex's friend. Dragons had a keen sense of loyalty to those they respected, though

fortunately there were not many of these. So Che had never lacked for company and was a happy

little centaur.

What was it that die Simurgh saw in Che's future? How could he change the history of Xanth? Though

Chex loved him overwhelmingly, she knew, somewhere in the nonpa-rental reaches of her mind, that

he was, after all, only a winged centaur tike his parents. The regular centaurs would not

acknowledge him at all, and the human folk thought him a mere curiosity. There was no indication

that he was destined for greatness—or even, at this moment, for survival. Yet the Simurgh would

not have made a mistake; she was the keeper of the seeds, and there was little if anything about

die tides of life she did not understand.

Then Chex had a horrible thought. Suppose Che wasn't the one the Simurgh meant? He was die result

of Chex's union with Cheiron, to be sure, but perhaps not die only one. Also, it wasn't clear

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exactly how he was to change the history of Xanth. Could it be by getting himself abducted and

killed, and setting off the winged monsters in some sort of rampage?

No, she couldn't accept such notions! She had to believe mat Che would survive to grow into an

adult flying centaur, and that in that state he would accomplish something undreamed of in the

philosophies of those who presently ignored him. She had to see mat he was cared for and educated

in the ways that he needed, so that when the time for greatness came upon him he would be ready.

And surely she would do that, for the Simurgh would have known, if Che were destined for an

untimely end. Someone had kidnapped him—technically, kidnapping applied to little goats, but it

remained the best word—but would not kill him, and they would rescue him and the prophecy of his

greatness would be back on track. That was the way it had to be.

Reassured for what she realized might not be a fully objective reason, Chex flew on her round,

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search parties that were radiating from Castle Roogna. Grundy knew where all of them were,

approximately, and when they weren't quite where he expected, the neighborhood plants were glad to

give him reports.

They came to a party consisting of two pretty young women: Nada and Electra. They were going to

the Good Magician's castle to ask him where Che was. Chex was ashamed to admit that she hadn't

thought of that obvious method. The Good Magician, traditionally, knew everything and told it for

the price of a year's service. Of course the original Good Magician, Humfrey, wasn't there now,

but his apprentice, Grey Murphy, was, and he was trying hard to fill the post. The Princess Ivy

was there to Enhance him when he needed it, and that helped. Could he answer? Chex hoped so!

She went on back north of the Gap, where Prince Dolph was checking the Elements. The Elements were

five special regions in north central Xanth: Air, Earth, Fire, Water, and the Void. Each was

dangerous in its own way, as Chex knew well from her nearness to Air, but Dolph could assume any

living form. That meant he could become a creature that could handle any Element he entered, so

that he could explore it safely. She didn't see him, which was probably good; it meant he was in

some other form, deep in an Element, and if Che had been taken there, Dolph would find him and

probably rescue him.

She had completed the circuit. All the search parties were busy, but none had found Che. She would

have to stop at her cabin and rest and eat, before going out on another circuit. She would keep

doing this until she had risen to this horrible challenge: mat of finding and rescuing her foal.

As she came down, she saw something in the clearing. Was it Che? Her heart leaped, which caused

her body to rise and almost made her overshoot her landing. But it was not. It was only a little

elf girl. Her heart sank, which caused her to drop and almost undershoot her landing. She came

down solidly on all fours and folded her wings. Then she approached the elf, who was staring at

her as if astonished.

"Who are you?" she inquired. "What are you doing so far from your elm?"

The elf scuffled her feet. She was young, a child really, yet was unusually large for the elves

Chex had seen. A normal elf stood a quarter the height of a normal human being, while this one was

half human height. She had a turned-up nose, a few freckles spattered across her cheeks, and

ragged brown hair that couldn't quite make up its mind between chestnut and butter. Her eyes were

brown, and seemed nearsighted. That reminded Chex of Amolde Centaur and Good Magician Humfrey, who

used spectacles to correct their vision—which was even odder, because she'd never met either of

them. "My cat—" the elf child said.

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"But elves don't have cats," Chex protested. "In fact, nobody does; there are no straight cats in

Xanth, only pun-nish variants like the cat-o'-nine-tails."

"Xanth?" the girl asked, seeming perplexed.

Chex was tired and in a hurry, but she realized that something was wrong here. "Yes, Xanth, where

we all live. Don't try to tell me you're from Mundania!"

"No, I'm from the World of Two Moons. My cat—"

"I told you, there are no—" Then Chex saw the cat. He was an orange fluff ball, that did seem to

have an elven cast to his features. He was lying stretched out on the ground, tail extended

behind, looking like nothing so much as a speed bump: a hump in the trail designed to trip up

speeding centaurs. "How—?" she asked, somewhat at a loss.

"Something strange here," Grundy murmured. "There are no elf elms close by. She should be too weak

to stand. And look at the size of her! She's as big as a goblin!"

."Sammy can find anything, except home," the elf said. "Only usually I never know what he's

looking for. So he gets lost. I have to keep up with him so I can bring him back after he finds

it." She paused, looking at the cat. "I mink he was looking for a feather, this time." Indeed, the

cat had a feather between his tawny paws.

"That's not just a feather," Chex said. "That's a first-

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molt wing feather from my foal, Che. There are very few like it anywhere."

"I guess he wanted a special feather, then," the elf said. Then, seemingly with an effort, she

raised her face to look at Chex. "If you don't mind, please, could you tell me— what are you?"

Chex was taken aback. "I am a flying centaur, of course! A winged monster, technically. Haven't

you ever seen a centaur before?"

The girl shook her head. "No."

"Your elm must be far from civilization!"

"What's an elm?"

"A tree, of course."

"We don't have many trees in the World of Two Moons. At least, not ones I can see well." She

looked around, blinking. "Are those trees?"

"Yes, of course. It's alt forested here. But how can you not have an elm? All elves—' *

"I don't have an elm, not even a wolf friend, though I think one day I will be with Lone Wolf. So

right now I just have a cat," the girl said, "who finds things, but gets lost, which is how I met

him, because there aren't any others like him in our world—and this time I think I'm lost too,

because this is a very strange place."

"But all elves are associated with elms!" Chex protested. "Where did you say you were from?"

"My holt is at—"

"Your what?"

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"My holt. It's—"

Chex realized that something was not merely odd, it was decidedly strange, just as Grundy had

said. "I think we had better start over. Let's introduce ourselves. You are. .. ?"

"Jenny of the World of Two Moons."

"And I am Chex Centaur of Xanth. Now I think we should—" She broke off, because she had noticed

something even stranger. "Are those your ears?"

The child touched her left ear. "Yes. Is something wrong?"

"It's pointed!"

Jenny was perplexed. "Aren't yours?"

"No. Can't you see?"

"Your head is sort of fuzzy, from here."

So it was true: the elf could not see well at a distance. "My dear, we must get you some

spectacles," Chex said. It was as if she had to mother someone, while her foal was missing. "We

have a spectacle bush here, and we haven't harvested any of its fruit, so there are plenty." She

led the elf to it. "They correct vision, and fit magically, of course. Here, try this pair." She

picked it and set it on Jenny's face, carefully. It was rather big for her, but the side pieces

closed around her head and hooked behind her phenomenally pointed ears. Her hair had masked the

effect somewhat before, but now there was no doubt. There were no ears in Xanth like that! Not on

humanoid folk.

Jenny's eyes grew even bigger than they naturally were, magnified by the spectacles. "I can see

everything!" she exclaimed, amazed.

"Well of course. That's what spectacles do. They enable you to see every spectacle in sight. I'm

surprised you didn't have a pair before."

"There are none at home," Jenny said, lifting a hand to touch the amazing device.

Chex was surprised yet again. ' 'Your hand—you're missing a finger!"

Jenny looked at her hand. "No I'm not. All four are there."

"But other elves have five fingers!" Chex protested. "All humanoids do. See, I have five." She

held forth her hand.

Jenny stared. "How odd!"

"You're really not from Xanth!" Chex said, realizing why the girl was confused.' 'You look like an

elf, but you're quite different in detail."

Jenny shrugged. "I guess you can call me an elf if you want," she said. "I'm just a person,

really."

"Yes, of course. But here in Xanth you are considered an elf. How did you get here?"

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"I didn't see." Which made sense. How could she have seen where she was going, if she could not

make out details of the landscape as she passed them? She was as lost as Che!

"I think you will have to stay here until we find out what happened," Chex decided. "You are here

looking for a feather, and I am looking for the one that feather came from, my lost foal, Che. Now

perhaps we should—"

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