I just finished Spellweaver, Book 5 of Lynn Kurland's Novels of the Nine Kingdoms.
Evil spells stolen, mysteriously called, and laid out like breadcrumbs for Ruithneadh of Ceangail and Sarah of not-where-she-thought to follow, which means either someone is leading them on like a reluctant pony, fell magic is at work, or both – and I would bet a good mug of apple-flavored ale tis the latter. Still, at least shattered souls and lost identifies have been reassembled and found, nine of ten required princess have been danced with, and Sarah told who she was to the king of the elves who thankfully approves of her. Elves do shapechange, by the way, and so do horses – the latter of which is very useful when escaping a lunatic queen. Now I just hope a certain archmage's suspicion is unfounded but, alas, he has not been wrong yet.
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