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her loose. Elizabeth, vainly trying to complete the words of the spell,
thrust out her free hand to reestablish contact. The first woman, a
British woman about ten years older and an inch shorter than she, took
her wrist firmly and turned it aside. The burst of power misfired. Now
Elizabeth had offered protection to the seat beside Fionna Kenmare's.
The big man had been holding her hand. Would the Law of Contagion, an
ancient principle of magic, extend the benefit to Kenmare because of
the touch?
"Now, madam, this won't do at all," the attendant said. She tucked a
hand around Elizabeth's upper arm and steered her backwards. "Please
return to your seat at once."

"But . . ." Elizabeth said, attempting to break free, realizing that no
argument that followed would be as convincing as the first word.

"We are very sorry, but this area is reserved for our First Class
guests," said the taller attendant, a black American woman with
exquisite cheekbones and pale hazel eyes, in which Elizabeth could see
blunt determination behind the affable exterior. "We are sure you
understand."

"But . . ."

"This way, madam," the older woman said, holding onto her as she moved
inexorably in the direction of the gray curtain. Elizabeth glanced back
over her shoulder. The green head had disappeared back into the gray
leather cocoon. Fionna Kenmare had already forgotten her existence. No,
that wasn't true. She was sharing a merry laugh with her seat companion
over the persistent intruder. At least the woman was unharmed, and
amused.

Her captors urged Elizabeth into the Business cabin. Once she was in
their jurisdiction, two more attendants took charge of her at once.
They had a sharp word with the woman at the head of the Economy cabin,
whose cheeks turned a discreet but definite red. That flight attendant
marched Elizabeth back to her row and lectured her while she sat down
and buckled herself in. Elizabeth was to stay in her seat, except when
nature absolutely dictated that she rise. Then, she was not to pass
beyond the curtain. She would only use the lavatories at the center and
back of the section. If she tried to get through the curtains again
they would invalidate her ticket and send her back to London on the
first turnaround flight.

"Yes, madam," Elizabeth muttered, trying to retain some dignity, but it
was impossible. Unhappily, she conceded the battle, and settled down
for good between her smugly grinning seatmates, and snatched a magazine
out of her bag to shut out their grinning faces.

Bother the attendants for chasing her off Kenmare. If she tried it
again the airline would assume she was some sort of threat herself, and