But Che considered it. "Jenny was not abducted by you. She came here by her choice. She may deal with you if she chooses."

"Then come with me, Jenny," Godiva said.

"But I came here to be with Che!" Jenny said. "I don't want to leave him."

"I promise to return you to him the moment our dialogue is done," Godiva said. "He will not cooperate with me until he hears what I have to say and until you return, so I have no motive to keep you from him, only to protect the privacy of my statement."

That seemed to make sense. "I'll do it," Jenny said. "But I can't promise to tell Che to do anything."

Godiva rapped on the door again. "Pass in that outfit," she called.

The door was unbarred. A goblin hand poked in, holding a dress. Godiva took it, then took a pair of slippers and other material. The door closed again.

"Now, Che," Godiva said firmly. "Face the door and close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Because we are about to dress Jenny Elf, and this is a process no male is allowed to witness."

"But—"

"Including panties."

That did it. He knew about panties. He faced the door and clamped his eyes absolutely shut.

Godiva approached Jenny and held out the panties. They were pretty and pink, much nicer than seemed likely for a goblin stronghold. Jenny put them on. Then another item of apparel that it seemed was even less mentionable, about halfway between the panties and her head. Then the dress, which was also pink, and fit her almost perfectly, and was quite the nicest one she had encountered. Finally the slippers, which were made of stretchy stuff that expanded to fit her feet without pinching. She looked at herself in the stone mirror and was amazed; except for her tangly hair, she looked almost like a princess!

"Where—how did you get—" she started, as she took the brush Godiva presented her and worked on her hair. It would never come within even the thought of a suggestion of anything like Godiva's own glorious hair, but she might as well get it as unmessy as she could. Her hair had fallen to her waist, before this adventure started, but it had gotten so tangled that it might as well have been cut off.

"The outfit belongs to my daughter, Gwendolyn," Godiva explained. "She is about your size."

Evidently so! And that explained the quality of this apparel, because Gwendolyn was a princess, or the goblin equivalent. The outfit had enabled Jenny to be transformed much as Godiva herself had been by her change of clothing. Jenny had thought that Godiva always wore mainly swirling hair, but apparently that was only outside the mountain.

"Now you may look," Godiva told Che.

The foal opened his eyes, turned, and looked at Jenny. "You are beautiful," he remarked.

Jenny blushed hard enough to obscure her freckles. "I am not!" she protested.

Che turned away.