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Chapters (23)
  1. Chapter 1. Chex's Challenge
  2. Chapter 2. Jenny's Journey
  3. Chapter 3. Electra's Exam
  4. Chapter 4. Dolph's Dilemma
  5. Chapter 5. Chex's Checks
  6. Chapter 6. Jenny's Jeopardy
  7. Chapter 7. Nada's Notion
  8. Chapter 8. Dolph's Direction
  9. Chapter 9. Cheiron's Chaos
  10. Chapter 10. Jenny's Jam
  11. Chapter 11. Electra's Empathy
  12. Chapter 12. Dolph's Diagnosis
  13. Chapter 13. Chex's Choice
  14. Chapter 14. Jenny's Judgment
  15. Chapter 15. Electra's Election
  16. Chapter 16. Dolph's Decision
  17. History of Xanth (simplified) by E. Timber Bram
  18. Author's Note
  19. About the Author
  20. Eos Books by Piers Anthony
  21. Credits
  22. Copyright
  23. About the Publisher

"Neither did I." For they both were still victims of the Adult Conspiracy, being underage. They had married because they had to, but had to discover the secret themselves. If it had been possible to wait one more day, Electra would have been old enough to learn it, ironically.

"I think it has something to do with mushy stuff," he said. "But what?"

"I guess kissing isn't it," she said. "Because if it was, it would have happened by now."

"And I guess hugging isn't it," he said.

"And pillow fighting."

"And looking at panties."

They considered everything they could think of, but nothing seemed to be it. The secret remained impenetrable.

They realized that they just weren't going to figure it out. Dejected, they hugged and kissed a few more times, then got serious. "Maybe I can sneak out and ask Nada," Electra said. "She's staying in a cave on the south end of the island with Naldo and King Nabob, because it's easy for them in snake form. I think she'll tell me, if I beg her."

"Promise her you'll never tell she told," Dolph said, awed by the prospect of violating the Adult Conspiracy. "They have to think we figured it out for ourselves."

"Right," she said. She got up, then found that she didn't have anything to wear. She refused to use the lovely wedding dress for this, and her regular clothing was in the other chamber where she had changed. But maybe the door wasn't locked.

She wrapped a sheet around her, and Dolph wrapped another around himself. Then, feeling mutually guilty, they sneaked quietly out, looking like two ghosts.

No one was around, which was fortunate, because they were about as inconspicuous as the sun and moon on a dark night. More so, in fact, because the moon seldom appeared on a dark night, and the sun had never been known to do it.

They slunk around to the bride's changing chamber. The door was unlocked, to their relief. They went in, and Electra found her yellow shirt and blue jeans and put them on. "You had better go back to the bedroom," she whispered to him. "If someone comes, you can say 'Go away!' and throw a pillow at the door."

"Right." But he lingered. "Would it be all right if I kissed you again?"

"But I'm in my blah clothing!" she protested.

"But you aren't blah," he said.

Her heart was catching fire. "Oh, Dolph, I'll always love you!" she said, and kissed him with as much passion as she dared risk without turning him off.

Then they left the room, Dolph slunk back toward the bedroom to guard the fort, and Electra set off through the moonlight for the naga camp.