Surprised to find that she could walk without a pregnant waddle, Caroleen stared in surprise at the silk gown she was wearing. A smith’s wife would never have any reason to dress so fine. She frowned in concentration at the length of her legs as well. A small squeak of shock escaped when she walked by a mirror to see that she was tall, willowy and blonde! She closed her eyes tightly and the voice said,<br/><br/>“I look pretty good for a dead woman.”<br/><br/>“I will be more than glad to return your body and be about my business,” Caroleen answered tartly.<br/><br/>“Not going to happen yet. My Ivan will continue until he frees me but until then, you are what is keeping me alive.” The voice answered sternly. “Be sure of one thing, he is MY Ivan so you keep our hands off him while you are in charge. Got that?”<br/><br/>“Mon Dieu!.” Caroleen shouted at the voice.  “I want no man but Gustav and YOUR Ivan holds no appeal to me. Fine, we will keep our distance.”<br/><br/>The voice in her head was crying now. “What now?” Caroleen snapped.<br/><br/>“Poor Ivan. I love him so and he loves me. What a brave heart he has and how powerful he is to have conjured you. Just a boost is all he needs to banish you and release me to live forever in his arms.”<br/>“Kind of inconvenient for living life, wouldn’t you say?” Caroleen replied wryly.<br/><br/>Ivan burst into the room and rushed about, packing his/their things. Caroleen stood quietly watching. When he grabbed her by the arm to usher her forth, she balked,<br/><br/>“Where are we going?” she demanded.<br/><br/>“We’re leaving,” was his terse reply.<br/><br/>Caroleen had no choice but to be led along like some errant child. They joined a young man in the taproom. Without a by your leave, she was stuffed into a public carriage and away they jostled.