Taking Flight

She was as lovely as ever, and he thought he would enjoy her company for as long as they were together, but there was the little matter of what she had done to poor Ezdral. That was not something he wanted hanging over his married life, that some dismal old sot was madly in love with his wife, that she had been completely responsible for it and didn’t seem to care.

And that spell of hers-that wasn’t anything he wanted hanging over him, either. What if Kelder tired of her before she tired of him, or even if he just refused her now and turned away-what if he decided not to marry her after all, and she decided otherwise? Would she use her spell on him?

Would he know it if she had? Would he even care? Ezdral knew that Irith had deserted him, had avoided him, but he was still in love with her, still looking for her.

Kelder had no desire at all to live out his life under such a curse.

Of course, spells could be broken-Kelder knew that, at least in theory. Irith had said there was a counterspell for the love charm-or at least, that she thought there was; by her own admission, she was unreliable on any question having to do with magic.

Could the love spell be broken?

Could Irith’s spell be broken-Javan’s Second Augmentation of Magical Memory? Irith hadn’t been able to do any new magic for two hundred years, so anything she might say would be out of date; maybe a counterspell had been found long ago. If she were restored to an ordinary, non-magical existence, that would certainly simplify any marriage plans.

Of course, he didn’t know if Irith wanted all her spells broken, but there was certainly one she would like to be rid of-Fendel’s Infatuous Love Spell.

There was supposed to be a counterspell for that. The prophecy hadn’t mentioned anything about it specifically, but Kelder knew where all the great wizards were supposed to be, and Zindre had said he would see cities, plural. Shan was one; there had to be another.

The three of them had been sitting in silence for several seconds, thinking their several thoughts; now Kelder broke the silence.

“Listen,” he said, “suppose that after we’re done in Angarossa, after Abden’s funeral is all done and his soul set free, we all go on along the highway, all the way to Ethshar, all four of us-you, Irith, and you, Asha, and me, and Ezdral-and see if we can’t find a wizard who can break the love-spell.”

“All four of us?” Irith asked, startled.

“That’s right,” Kelder said, gathering enthusiasm, “all four of us! It would give poor old Ezdral a chance to be with you one last time, just as far as Ethshar-I’m sure we could find a wizard there who could cure him of his infatuation.”

“But why bother?” Irith asked.

“So Ezdral can live out the rest of his life in peace, of course,” Kelder said, annoyed. “And so you can either get rid of the love spell permanently, so you won’t accidentally use it again, or so at least you can learn to dispell it if you do use it.”

As he finished saying this he suddenly realized that he might be making a mistake-if she could turn the love spell on and off, Irith might well use it more often. That was scarcely a good thing.

She would be able to use it on him, whenever they argued.

Well, he told himself, the words were out now, and it was too late to take them back.

“You’re probably right,” Irith agreed thoughtfully. “If one of them could break the spell, I guess that would be nice for poor old Ezdral, wouldn’t it? I mean, it wouldn’t give him his forty years back or anything, he’d still be a horrible old man, but maybe he wouldn’t be so bad.” She brightened. “And then he wouldn’t have any reason to follow me around any more, or bother me at all-not even sit and wait for me, or anything!”

Kelder nodded, pleased that she seemed to have missed his accidental suggestion.

“That would be great!” Irith said. “I don’t like the idea of that awful old man thinking about me all the time.” She paused. “Do we all need to go?”

“Well,” Kelder said, “we probably need to have you there so the wizard can see how your spell works, and we need Ezdral so we can use the counterspell on him, and Asha doesn’t have anywhere else to go except with us, and I want to see that everything works out all right.”

Irith nodded. “I don’t like the idea of being around him,” she said, “but I guess I can stand it as far as Ethshar.”

“Why do we have to go all the way to Ethshar?” Asha asked plaintively.

“Because that’s where all the best wizards are, of course,” Irith told her.

“There are wizards in other places besides Ethshar, aren’t there?” Asha asked.