“But Maud, how did he just disappear?” Sheldrake shook his head. “I can’t do that. Can you?”
Maud savoured a mouthful of pheasant and leek pie before putting down her knife and fork. When she was quite ready, she replied, “No dear, unless I turned quickly into a small animal like a mouse, but I couldn’t make the horse seem to disappear as well.”
“Hmm. So no.” Sheldrake took a sip of red wine and sighed. “I believe a select number of sorcerers in Eskuzor can translocate, but even they would struggle with the horse, I would think. Still, an outside possibility.”
“Perhaps,” said Maud slowly, “a shaman can do it. Did he look Kimoran?”
“Not everyone form Kimora is dark, you know, so I don’t know whether he looked Kimoran” said Sheldrake irritably. “But who’s to say what he can do? Perhaps h
