"Because-?" He broke off, not knowing how to say it.
"We were closer than others and we were together for a very long time. Sometimes I wish that he could understand that we haven"t really been separated, but perhaps it"s too early."
"It"s been three thousand years, Grandmother."
"What is time to a wolf?" she asked cryptically. "The mating of wolves is permanent, and the grief caused by separation is also permanent. Perhaps someday-" Her voice trailed off wistfully, and then she sighed. "As soon as I leave, change back again. Belgarath will want you to hunt with him. It"s sort of a formality. You"ll understand when you"re back in the shape of a wolf."
Garion nodded and began to form the image of the wolf in his mind. "One other thing, Belgarion."
"Yes, Grandmother?"
"I do love you, you know."
"I love you too, Grandmother."
And then she was gone. Garion sighed and changed himself back into a wolf. And then he went out from that place to join Belgarath in the hunt.
Part Four - THE RIVAN QUEEN
Chapter Twenty-two.
THE PRINCESS CE"NEDRA Was in a thoughtful, even pensive mood. Much as she had enjoyed the turmoil her periodic outbursts of temper had caused, she rather regretfully concluded that it was probably time to put them aside and make peace with Garion. They were going to be married, after all, and there was no real point in upsetting him any more than absolutely necessary. Her tantrums had established the fact that, although he might outrank her, she would not enter the marriage as his inferior, and that was really all she had wanted anyway. On the whole, the prospect of being married to Garion was not nearly as unpleasant as she pretended. She did love him after all, and now that he understood exactly how things were going to stand between them, everything was likely to be quite satisfactory. She decided to find him that very day and make peace with him.
The largest part of her attention that spring morning had been taken up by a book on protocol and a chart she was carefully drawing up. As Imperial Princess of Tolnedra and Queen of Riva, she would, of course, absolutely outrank every grand d.u.c.h.ess of every house in the Empire. She was also fairly sure that she outranked Queen Islena of Cherek and Queen Silar of Algaria. Mayaserana"s status as co-ruler of Arendia raised some problems, however. It was entirely possible that she and Mayaserana were equals. Ce"Nedra made a note on a sc.r.a.p of parchment reminding herself to have Amba.s.sador Valgon direct an inquiry to the chief of protocol in Tol Honeth concerning the matter. She felt a nice little glow as she surveyed the chart. With the exception of Lady Polgara and the motherly little Queen Layla of Sendaria, to whom everyone deferred because she was such a dear, Ce"Nedra concluded that she would in fact outrank or at least equal every n.o.ble lady in the West.
Suddenly there was a shattering thunderclap so violent that it shook the very walls of the Citadel. Startled, Ce"Nedra glanced at the window. It was a bright, sunny morning. How could there be thunder? Another rending crash ripped the silence, and there was a frightened babble in the halls. Impatiently, the princess picked up a small silver bell and rang for her maid.
"Go see what"s happening," she instructed the girl and returned to her study of the chart she had drawn. But there was another thunderous crash and even more shouting and confusion in the corridor outside. It was impossible! How could she concentrate with all that noise going on? Irritably she rose and went to the door.
People were running - actually fleeing. Just down the hall Queen Layla of Sendaria bolted from the door of Lady Polgara"s private apartment, her eyes wide with terror and her crown very nearly falling off.
"What is the matter, your majesty?" Ce"Nedra demanded of the little queen.
"It"s Polgara!" Queen Layla gasped, stumbling in her haste to escape. "She"s destroying everything in sight!"
"Lady Polgara?"
Another deafening crash sent the little queen reeling, and she clung to Ce"Nedra in terror. "Please, Ce"Nedra. Find out what"s wrong. Make her stop before she shakes down the entire fortress."
"Me?"
"She"ll listen to you. She loves you. Make her stop."
Without pausing to consider the possible danger, Ce"Nedra went quickly to Lady Polgara"s door and glanced inside. The apartment was a total shambles. Furniture was overturned; wall hangings had been ripped down; the windows were shattered and the air was full of smoke. Ce"Nedra had thrown enough tantrums in her life to appreciate artistry when she saw it, but the disaster inside Polgara"s apartment was so absolute that it went beyond art into the realms of natural catastrophe. Lady Polgara herself stood, wild-eyed and dishevelled in the center of the room, cursing incoherently in a dozen languages at once. In one hand she held a crumpled sheet of parchment; her other hand was raised like a claw before her, half clenched about an incandescent ma.s.s of blazing energy that she seemed to have summoned out of air itself and which she now fed with her own fury. The princess stood in awe as Polgara began a fresh tirade. The dreadful cursing began in a low contralto and rose in an awful crescendo into the upper registers and beyond. As she reached the limits of her voice, she began slashing the air with the blazing ma.s.s in her hand, punctuating each curse with a crackling burst of raw energy that sizzled from between her fingers like a bolt of lightning to shatter whatever her eyes fell upon. With a series of vile oaths, she detonated six teacups in a row into shards, then quite methodically she went back down the line, exploding the saucers upon which they had sat. Almost as an afterthought, she blew the table into splinters.
Ce"Nedra heard a strangled gasp directly behind her. King Anheg, the blood drained from his face, looked once through the door, then turned and ran.
"Lady Polgara," Ce"Nedra remonstrated to the sorceress, trying not so much to reason with her as to minimize the destruction.
Polgara shattered four priceless vases standing on the mantelpiece with four precisely separate explosions. Outside the window, the bright spring morning vanished as if the sun had suddenly been extinguished, and there was a sullen rumble of thunder that Ce"Nedra prayed devoutly was natural.
"Whatever is the matter?" the princess asked, hoping to draw the enraged sorceress into explanation rather than more curses. It was the curses that had to be headed off. Polgara seemed to have a deep-seated need to emphasize her oaths with explosions.
Polgara, however, did not reply. Instead she merely threw the parchment at Ce"Nedra, turned, and blew a marble statue into fine white gravel. Wild-eyed, she wheeled about, looking for something else to break, but there was very little left in the smoking room that she had not already reduced to rubble.
"No!" Ce"Nedra cried out sharply as the raging woman"s eyes fell on the exquisite crystal wren Garion had given her. The princess knew that Polgara valued the gla.s.s bird more than anything else she possessed, and she leaped forward to protect the delicate piece.
"Get it," Polgara snarled at her from between clenched teeth. "Take it out of my sight." Her eyes burned with a terrible need to destroy something else. She spun and hurled the incandescent ball of fire she had wielded out through the shattered window. The explosion, when it burst in the suddenly murky air outside, was ghastly. With her fists clenched tightly at her sides, she raised her distorted face and began to curse again. From roiling black clouds that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shattering bolts of lightning began to rain down on the island. No longer satisfied with localized destruction, Polgara expanded her rage to rake the Isle and the Sea of the Winds with sizzling fire and ear-splitting thunder. Then, with a dreadful intensity, she raised one fist and suddenly opened it. The downpour of rain she called was beyond belief. Her glittering eyes narrowed, and she raised her other fist. The rain instantly turned to hail-great, jagged chunks of ice that crashed and splintered against the rocks to fill the air with flying fragments and thick steam.
Ce"Nedra caught up the wren, stooped to grab the rumpled piece of parchment from the floor, and then she fled.
King Anheg poked his frightened face from around a corner. "Can"t you stop her?" he demanded in a shaking voice.
"Nothing can stop her, your Majesty."
"Anheg! Get in here!" Polgara"s voice rang above the thunder and the crashing deluge of hail that shook the Citadel.
"Oh, Belar," King Anheg muttered devoutly, casting his eyes skyward even as he hurried toward Polgara"s door.
"Get word to Val Alorn immediately!" she commanded him. "My father, Silk, and Garion slipped out of the Citadel last night. Get your fleet out and bring them back! I don"t care if you have to take the world apart stone by stone. Find them and bring them back!"
"Polgara, I-" The King of Cherek faltered.
"Don"t stand there gaping like an idiot! Move!"
Carefully, almost with a studied calm, the Princess Ce"Nedra handed the gla.s.s wren to her frightened maid. "Put this someplace safe," she said. Then she turned and went back to the center of the storm. "What was that you just said?" she asked Polgara in a level voice.
"My idiot father, Garion, and that disgusting thief decided last night to go off on their own," Polgara replied in an icy voice made even more terrible by the superhuman control that held it in.
"They did what?" Ce"Nedra asked flatly.
"They left. They sneaked away during the night."
"Then you must go after them."
"I can"t, Ce"Nedra." Polgara spoke as if explaining something to a child. "Someone has to stay here. There are too many things here that could go wrong. He knows that. He did it deliberately. He"s trapped me here."
"Garion?"
"No, you silly girl! My father!" And Polgara began cursing again, each oath punctuated with a crash of thunder.
Ce"Nedra, however, scarcely heard her. She looked around. There was really nothing left to break in here. "You"ll excuse me, I hope," she said. Then she turned, went back to her own rooms, and began breaking everything she could lay her hands on, screeching all the while like a Camaar fishwife.
Their separate rages lasted for several hours, and they rather carefully avoided each other during this period. Some emotions needed to be shared, but insane fury was not one of those. Eventually, Ce"Nedra felt she had exhausted the possibilities of her extended outburst, and she settled into the icy calm of one who has been mortally insulted. No matter what face his illiterate note put on the matter, it would be at the very most a week before the entire world knew that Garion had jilted her. The flight of her reluctant bridegroom would become a universal joke. It was absolutely intolerable!
She would meet the world, however, with a lifted chin and an imperious gaze. However she might weep and storm and rage in private, the face she presented to the world would betray no hint of how deeply she had been injured. All that was left for her was her pride, and she would never abandon that.
The Lady Polgara, however, seemed to feel no need for such imperial reserve. Once her initial fury had subsided to the degree that she allowed her private thunderstorm to pa.s.s, a few hardy souls a.s.sumed that the worst of it was over. The Earl of Trellheim went to her in an attempt to mollify her. He left her apartment moments later at a run with her crackling vituperation sizzling in the air about his ears. Barak was pale and shaken when he reported back to the others. "Don"t go near her," he advised in a frightened voice. "Do whatever she says as quickly as you can, and stay absolutely out of her sight."
"Isn"t she calming down at all?" King Rhodar asked.
"She"s finished breaking the furniture," Barak replied. "I think she"s getting ready to start on people."
Thereafter, each time Polgara emerged from her apartment, the warning spread instantly, and the halls of Iron-grip"s Citadel emptied. Her commands, delivered usually by her maid, were all variations of the initial orders she had given King Anheg. They were to find the vagrant trio and bring them back to face her.
In the days that followed, Princess Ce"Nedra"s first rage settled into a sort of peevishness that made people avoid her almost as much as they avoided Polgara - all but gentle Adara, who endured the tiny girl"s outbursts with a calm patience. The two of them spent most of their time sitting in the garden adjoining the royal apartments where Ce"Nedra could give vent to her emotions without fear of being overheard.
It was five days after Garion and the others had left before Ce"Nedra discovered the full implications of their departure.
The day was warm - the spring came eventually even to a bleak place like Riva - and the small bit of lawn in the center of the garden was a lush green. Pink, blue, and flaming red flowers nodded in their beds as bright yellow bees industriously carried kisses from blossom to blossom. Ce"Nedra, however, did not want to think about kisses. Dressed in her favorite pale green Dryad tunic, she bit rather savagely at an unoffending lock of hair and spoke to the patient Adara at length about the inconstancy of men.
It was about midafternoon when Queen Layla of Sendaria found them there. "Oh, there you are," the plump little queen bubbled at them. As always, her crown was a little awry. "We"ve been looking all over for you."
"Why?" was Ce"Nedra"s somewhat ungracious reply.
Queen Layla stopped and looked critically at the princess. "My," she said, "aren"t we cross today? Just what is your problem, Ce"Nedra? You"ve barely been civil for days now."
Ce"Nedra caught Adara"s warning look to the queen, and that irritated her all the more. Her response was chilly. "I"m finding the experience of being jilted to be just a bit annoying, your Highness," she said.
Queen Layla"s sunny face hardened. "Would you excuse us, Adara?" she asked.
"Of course, your Highness," Adara replied, rising quickly. "I"ll be inside, Ce"Nedra," she said and went gracefully out of the garden. Queen Layla waited until the girl was out of earshot, then sat down on a marble bench. "Come here, Ce"Nedra," she said firmly.
The princess looked at the motherly little woman, a bit startled by the iron in her voice. Obediently she went to the bench and sat.
"You really should stop interpreting everything that happens in the world as a personal insult, you know," Layla told her. "That"s a very unbecoming habit. What Garion, Belgarath, and Kheldar did has absolutely nothing to do with you." She looked sternly at Ce"Nedra. "Do you know anything at all about the Prophecy?"
"I"ve heard about it," Ce"Nedra sulked. "Tolnedrans don"t really believe in that sort of thing."
"Perhaps that"s the problem," Layla said. "I want you to listen very carefully, Ce"Nedra. You may not believe, but you will understand." The queen thought for a moment. "The Prophecy clearly states that when the Rivan King returns, Torak will awaken."
"Torak? That"s nonsense. Torak"s dead."
"Don"t interrupt, dear," Layla told her. "You travelled with them for all that time and you still don"t understand? For a little girl who seems so bright, you"re remarkably dense."
Ce"Nedra flushed at that.
"Torak is a G.o.d, Ce"Nedra," Layla continued. "He"s asleep, not dead. He did not die at Vo Mimbre, much as some people might like to think he did. The instant that Garion touched the Orb, Torak began to stir. Haven"t you ever wondered why Polgara insisted that Errand carry the Orb back from Rak Cthol? Garion could have carried it just as easily, you know."
Ce"Nedra hadn"t thought of that.
"But if Garion had touched it - still on Angarak soil and without his sword - Torak might very well have jumped up and gone after him immediately, and Garion would have been killed."
"Killed?" Ce"Nedra gasped.
"Of course, dear. That"s what this is all about. The Prophecy says that Torak and the Rivan King will eventually meet, and that in their meeting shall be decided the fate of mankind."
"Garion?" Ce"Nedra exclaimed, stunned and disbelieving. "Surely you"re not serious?"
"I"ve never been more serious in my life, child. Garion has to fight Torak - to the death - to decide the fate of the world. Now do you understand? That"s why Belgarath and Kheldar and Garion left Riva so suddenly. They"re on their way to Mallorea so that Garion can fight Torak. He could have taken an army with him, but he knew that would only cause needless deaths. That"s why the three of them went alone. Now don"t you think it"s time that you grew up just a little bit?"
Ce"Nedra was greatly subdued after her conversation with Queen Layla. For perhaps the first time in her life, she began to think more about someone else than she did about herself. She worried constantly about Garion, and at night she had dreadful nightmares about the hideous things that could happen to him.
To make matters worse, there seemed to be a persistent buzzing in her ears that was at times quite maddening. It was rather like the sound of voices coming from a long way off - voices that verged just on the edge of being understandable, but never quite were. The buzzing sound, coupled with her anxiety about Garion, made her moody and frequently short-tempered. Even Adara began to avoid her.
The irritating sound in her ears continued for several days before she discovered, quite by accident, the significance of it. The weather on the Isle of the Winds was never really very good, and spring was a particularly unpredictable time of year. A series of storms, following one after another in dreary progression, lashed at the rocky coast, and nasty little rain squalls swept the city and the island. One somber, rainy morning the princess sat in her chambers looking glumly out the window at the soggy garden. The fire which crackled on her hearth did little to warm her mood. After a while she sighed and, for want of anything better to do, she sat at her dressing table and began to brush her hair.
The silver flicker at her throat distracted her eye momentarily as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was the medallion Garion had given her just after her birthday. She had by now grown accustomed to its being there, though the fact that she could not take it off still caused her periodic fits of anger. Without actually thinking about it, she stopped brushing and touched the amulet with her fingertips.
"-but we can"t do a thing until the Arends and the Tolnedrans are fully mobilized." It was the voice of King Rhodar of Drasnia. Ce"Nedra started and turned quickly, wondering why the portly monarch had entered her room. As soon as she removed her fingers from the silver amulet, the voice stopped. Ce"Nedra looked around, puzzled. She frowned and touched the amulet again. "No, no," another voice said, "you don"t add the spices until after it starts to boil." Ce"Nedra again removed her fingertips from the talisman at her throat, and that voice too stopped abruptly. Fascinated, she touched it for the third time. "You make up the bed, and I"ll straighten up. We"ll have to hurry. The Queen of Cherek might come back at any minute."
Wonderingly, the princess touched the amulet again and again, and her ears ranged randomly through the Citadel.
"The fire"s too hot. This iron will scorch anything it touches." Then she heard a s.n.a.t.c.h of whispered conversation. "What if somebody comes?" It was a girl"s voice.
"n.o.body"s going to come." The young man"s voice which replied had a peculiar wheedling quality. "We"re all safe and cozy here, and I really do love you."
Ce"Nedra quickly jerked her fingers from the amulet, blushing furiously.
At first there was no direction to it; but as the princess experimented, she gradually learned to focus this peculiar phenomenon. After a couple of hours of intense concentration, she found that she could skim rapidly through all the talking that was going on in a given quarter of the Citadel until she found a conversation that interested her. In the process she learned many secrets, some very interesting, and some not very nice. She knew that she should feel guilty about her surrept.i.tious eavesdropping, but for some reason she did not.
"Thy reasoning is sound, your Majesty." It was Mandorallen"s voice. "King Korodullin is committed to the cause, though it will take some weeks for his call to arms to gather the forces of Arendia. Our major concern must be the position the Emperor will take in the affair. Without the legions, our situation is perilous."
"Ran Borune has no choice in the matter," King Anheg declared. "He"s bound by the provisions of the Accords of Vo Mimbre."
Brand, the Rivan Warder, cleared his throat. "I don"t think it"s that simple, your Majesty," he said quietly in his deep voice. "The Accords state that the Kingdoms of the West must respond to a call from the Rivan King, and Belgarion is not here to issue that call."
"We"re acting in his behalf," King Cho-Hag a.s.serted.
"The problem lies in convincing Ran Borune of that," Rhodar pointed out. "I know the Tolnedrans. They"ll have whole battalions of legal experts working on the Accords. Unless Belgarion himself meets Ran Borune face to face and issues his command in person, the Emperor will take the position that he"s not legally bound to join us. The Rivan King is the only one who can issue a call to war."
Ce"Nedra let her fingertips drop from the amulet at her throat. An idea was beginning to take shape in her mind. It was an exciting idea, but she was not at all certain that she could bring it off. Alorns, she knew, were stubborn and reluctant to accept any new ideas. She quickly laid aside her hairbrush and went to a small chest standing against the wall near the window. She opened the chest and began rummaging through it. After a moment she found the tightly rolled parchment she had been seeking. She unrolled it and read through it quickly until she found the pa.s.sage she wanted. She read it carefully several times. It seemed to say what she wanted it to say.
She considered the idea throughout the rest of the day. The possibility that anyone might succeed in catching up with Garion and stopping him was remote, to say the very least. Belgarath and Prince Kheldar were too skilled at evasion to allow themselves to be easily caught. Chasing them was simply a waste of time. Since Polgara was not yet rational enough to see things in this light, it fell to Ce"Nedra to take immediate steps to minimize Garion"s danger once he had entered the lands of the Angaraks. All she had to do now was convince the Alorn Kings that she was the logical one to take those steps.
It was still raining the next morning, and she rose early to make her preparations. She must, of course, look positively regal. Her choice of an emerald velvet gown and matching cape was artful. She knew that she was stunning in green, and her circlet of gold oak leaves was enough like a crown to convey the right suggestion. She was glad she had waited until morning. Men were easier to deal with in the morning, she had discovered. They would fight her at first, and she wanted the idea implanted in their minds before they were fully awake. As she gave herself a last-minute check in the tall mirror in her dressing room, she gathered her determination and marshalled all her arguments. The slightest objection must be met instantly. Carefully she put herself in an imperial frame of mind and, taking the rolled parchment, she moved toward the door.
The council chamber in which the Alorn Kings usually gathered was a large room high up in one of the ma.s.sive towers of the Citadel. There were heavy beams on the ceiling, a deep maroon carpet on the floor, and a fireplace at the far end big enough to stand in. Maroon drapes flanked the windows where tatters of rain slashed across the solid stones of the tower. The walls of the chamber were covered with maps, and the large table was littered with parchments and ale cups. King Anheg, in his blue robe and dented crown, sprawled in the nearest chair, as s.h.a.ggy and brutish-looking as always. King Rhodar was vast in his crimson mantle, but the other kings and generals wore rather plain clothing.
Ce"Nedra entered the chamber without knocking and stared regally at the somewhat confused men who struggled to their feet in acknowledgment of her presence.