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was his deep rumbling breath.
    Rakeem ordered the guards to remove the prisoners. He seemed only too happy to leave the slumbering giant to his sleep.

Chapter 2

    DEADLY PHILTRE

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    hey were thrown into a room that, despite its purpose, turned out to be a well-furnished prison cell. The iron-bound door was bolted and every window was barred. Nor were they alone. Zimak was lounging on a couch with his feet up, as if waiting for them. Another man was asleep on a nearby mattress.
    ‘Hie,’ Zimak said. ‘At least the old guy knows honest faces when he sees them.’
    Daretor made to stride across and grab him, but Jelindel restrained him.
    ‘What punishment is this?’ Daretor demanded. ‘What have I done to deserve being locked up with a traitor?’
    Zimak shifted sulkily. ‘Give me a break, Daretor. That’s not fair.’
    ‘You stole my body,’ Daretor thundered.
    ‘To save your life,’ Zimak shot back.
    Jelindel pulled harder on Daretor’s arm. ‘Let’s keep to the matter at hand. We should hear Zimak’s story first,’ she said.
    Daretor snorted. ‘Why not? After all, a rat’s a rat until proven otherwise.’
    ‘Exactly my sentiments,’ said Zimak, sitting up. ‘Besides, I’m no traitor, and I don’t even like cheese.’
    ‘Do you deny telling them where to find us?’ Daretor demanded.
    Zimak fidgeted. He looked at Daretor, then at Jelindel. ‘No,’ he said, ‘and yes.’
    Daretor turned to Jelindel. ‘His brain is addled.’
    ‘My brain is no more addled than yours, Daretor,’ Zimak countered, gaining confidence from Jelindel’s patience. ‘I was taken before the Sacred One, as you were. He asked me many questions, some concerning you and your whereabouts, and much else besides. Rakeem wanted me to tell him as much as I know about our world’s history, as well.’
    ‘That would have been a short conversation,’ Daretor said.
    Jelindel squeezed Daretor’s shoulder. ‘When were you taken, Zimak?’
    ‘Several weeks ago. They tracked us to Q’zar, then kidnapped me back to their paraworld. In so doing they discovered that this is where they hailed from, thousands of years ago.’
    ‘I was right,’ Jelindel breathed. ‘These are the dragons of Q’zar or at least their descendants.’
    ‘So you see, I had no more say in the matter than you. Nobody can lie to the Sacred One. It simply isn’t possible, as you might have noticed.’
    Daretor grunted a reply that Zimak couldn’t make out. ‘I’ll take that as an abject apology.’
    ‘You little skink rat,’ Daretor exploded, lunging forward.
    Zimak stifled a yawn, confident that Jelindel would restrain the swordsman. She did.
    ‘We know for a fact that you presented yourself before Fa’red,’ Daretor grated. ‘If not to join forces with him, then what?’
    Zimak shook his head in apparent shock. ‘You do me a disservice, Daretor.’ He looked at Jelindel. ‘I would have expected more from you, after all we’ve been through.’
    Jelindel tightened her grip on Daretor’s arm. ‘Spare us the theatrics, Zimak,’ she said.
    ‘How else could I have found you? Q’zar is a big place. I would have grown old searching. No, I needed help. How better to achieve my ends than to pretend to throw my lot in with one of the most powerful men around?’
    ‘Perhaps we didn’t want you to find us,’ Daretor said pointedly.
    ‘Last I heard, you ungrateful barbarian, you wanted your body back.’ Zimak shifted wearily on the seat. ‘Yours is fine when it comes to cracking heads, but for the most part, it goes to fat too easily.’
    Daretor’s eyes blazed. He leapt forward, dragging Jelindel behind him. They tumbled on to the seat, with Jelindel pinning Daretor down.
    Zimak had barely shoved off from the seat before the pair crashed on to it.
    ‘That’s a fine way to show your appreciation for all I’ve done,’ Zimak panted, unused to sudden movement.
    ‘You planned to kill Prince Ulad and swap our bodies from the start,’ Daretor