Inside, Daretor sat hunched beside the luggage while Jelindel and Zimak sat opposite. It irked Daretor that Jelindel had taken the seat next to Zimak and was so companionable with him. He knew he was being foolish, but he could not rid himself of an old unease. Ever since he and Zimak had been forced to exchange bodies, it had always bothered him that Jelindel might have only fallen in love with him inside Zimak’s body. Despite great effort, he could not rid himself of the possibility that she had given her heart to the wrong man.Jelindel was not aware of it. She looked around the inside of the carriage, then commented, ‘It’s spell-warded?’‘Aye,’ said Zimak. ‘By some street-corner charm-vendor whose bill arrived this morning.’‘Such precautions seem unwarranted,’ said Daretor.Zimak inscribed the sign of White Quell across his chest. ‘That’s a laugh, coming from a man who’s supposed to have drowned two days ago.’‘He’s right, Daretor,’ said Jelindel.Daretor scowled, as much at himself as Zimak.
