David was asleep, but she was wide-awake and bored. Now that the accommodation spell no longer affected them, she could appreciate just how small the imps were. Trenita was thirty-seven years old—the same age as Mom—but only nine inches tall. The seat belt looked monstrous on her, and was surely a heavy weight, but she didn't complain. As the RV moved down the trollway, right through the increasingly realistic phantasms formed by the thickening madness brought by the ill wind, Karen questioned her companion. “Do you travel often?” “No, this is my first time away from my community.” “But then how do you know the way to Castle Boogie?” “Castle Roogna,” Trenita said patiently, just like Mom. “Everyone in Xanth knows where that is. I have studied centaur maps, and of course, I know the way of enchanted paths.” “You mean like nobody can attack us on one?”
