It had been agreed between the remaining three wizards that he would be the one to ride to the tower covered by a powerful spell, a spell which changed him into King Gamada’s double. Voleton spun round, vaguely aware of a pair of unfamiliar eyes watching him from close by. ‘Show yourself,’ he demanded, drawing his sword in anticipation and staring into the semi-darkness. The clip of the intruder’s heels sounded out across the bare stone floor and he held his breath in expectation. ‘My lord,’ came the reply, ‘what are you doing here?’ Voleton was confused; the person who had walked from the safety of the shadows was not a young girl as he expected and he was unsure whether Forusian was using the same kind of spell in an effort to trick Voleton into admitting his own true identity? ‘Oh it’s you,’ Voleton answered, not wishing to give the game away. ‘Why are you here?’ The soldier hung his head in shame before answering whom he thought to be King Gamada. ‘Sire, I do not know why I am here.
