In a moment they were all doing it, firing away until the bottles were only half full and too tired to froth any more. Then they drank what remained. It tasted awful, yet good, because of the fun they had had. They were all soaking, their dresses and fur ruined.

"What has happened here?"

All three jumped. It was Godiva!

"I fear we have misbehaved," Che said contritely.

Godiva frowned. But as her eyes focused on Gwenny, who was trying to be properly chastened but not succeeding very well, they softened. Jenny realized that Gwenny probably had not had many good times before. "Well, you will have to clean up and change your clothing. You reek of Tsoda!" Her gaze focused on Jenny. "Have you spoken with Che?"

"Yes," Jenny said.

The eyes focused on Che. "And have you come to a decision?"

"No," Che said.

Without a word, Godiva departed.

"What did she mean?" Gwenny asked.

"I guess we'd better get cleaned up," Jenny said. "And I guess I'd better tell you. Come on, I'll sponge you off, and you can sponge me off, and we'll talk."

"But who will sponge me off?" Che asked, disappointed.

"We both will," Jenny said.

"Excellent."

They had to send out for more water, and while they were at it they sent out the brimming potty for emptying. Soon they were cleaning up, while Che dutifully faced the door and closed his eyes.

"Your mother says you can be chief, one day," Jenny explained to Gwenny. "But not if anyone finds out that you can't see very well."

"That's true. They would dump me out as dragon bait, and Gobble would become chief."

"Gobble?"

"Gobble Goblin, the eldest half-son of my father."

"Is he nice?"

Gwenny grimaced. On her it looked cute. "He's the brattiest ten-year-old brat who ever existed." "Well, your mother thought that if she got you a centaur to ride, you could get around better, and he could watch out for things and tell you about them, so that no one would know you couldn't see them yourself. Then you could be chief."

"Why, I never thought of that!" Gwenny exclaimed. "Maybe it's true! Centaurs are very smart."

"So she brought Che. But it won't work unless he agrees."

"But I thought you said he's only five years old!"

"Yes. But by the time the time comes, you might be adult and so would he, so you could ride him."

Gwenny considered. When the two of them were clean and in nice new dresses, and it was time to do the centaur foal, she asked: "How did she bring you here, Che?"

"She abducted me."

"I was afraid of that. It's the goblin way. So you didn't want to come here."

"That is correct."

Gwenny shook her head. "I'm sorry about this, Che. I didn't know. Of course you shouldn't stay here. I will tell Mother to let you go."

"But what will become of you, Gwenny?" he asked.