"Akana, Akana Bahur." He shrugged, "she put the spell in a book. It must be there somewhere. It is in the old langauge...not so hard to find."

He walked on a ways, though, before he answered the last question, calmly turning to look at Hathor with a mix of disappointment and unconcern. "A few years ago...seven or eight. I do not remember much. She tried very hard not to go until she had finished certain things."

Such as hiding things the others would find useful, or damning. It sort of depended on the point of view.