"Is the Rivan Warder unmarried?" Durnik asked, looking around for another queen.
"He had a wife," Silk said shortly, his eyes still on Queen Porenn, "but she died some years ago. She left him four sons."
"Ah," Durnik said.
Then Barak, grim-faced and obviously angry, entered the hall and strode to King Anheg"s throne.
"Welcome home, cousin," King Anheg said. "I thought perhaps you"d lost your way."
"Family business, Anheg," Barak said. "I had to have a few words with my wife."
"I see," Anheg said and let it drop.
"Have you met our friends?" Barak asked.
"Not as yet, Lord Barak," King Rhodar said. "We were involved with the customary formalities." He chuckled, and his great paunch jiggled. "I"m sure you all know the Earl of Seline," Barak said, "and this is Durnik, a smith and a brave man. The boy"s name is Garion. He"s in Lady Polgara"s care - a good lad."
"Do you suppose we could get on with this?" Mister Wolf asked impatiently.
Cho-Hag, King of the Algars, spoke in a strangely soft voice. "Are thou aware, Belgarath, of the misfortune which hath befallen us? We turn to thee for counsel."
"Cho-Hag," Wolf said testily, "you sound like a bad Arendish epic. Is all this theeing and thouing really necessary?"
Cho-Hag looked embarra.s.sed and glanced at King Anheg.
"My fault, Belgarath," Anheg said ruefully. "I set scribes to work to record our meetings. Cho-Hag was speaking to history as well as to you." His crown had slipped a bit and perched precariously over one ear.
"History"s very tolerant, Anheg," Wolf said. "You don"t have to try to impress her. She"ll forget most of what we say anyway." He turned to the Rivan Warder. "Brand," he said, "do you suppose you could explain all this without too much embellishment?"
"I"m afraid it"s my fault, Belgarath," the gray-robed Warder said in a deep voice. "The Apostate was able to carry off his theft because of my laxity."
"The thing"s supposed to protect itself, Brand," Wolf told him. "You can"t even touch it. I know the thief, and there"s no way you could have kept him out of Riva. What concerns me is how he was able to lay hands on it without being destroyed by its power."
Brand spread his hands helplessly. "We woke one morning, and it was gone. The priests were only able to divine the name of the thief. The Spirit of the Bear-G.o.d wouldn"t say any more. Since we knew who he was, we were careful not to speak his name or the name of the thing he took."
"Good," Wolf said. "He has ways to pick words out of the air at great distances. I taught him how to do that myself."
Brand nodded. "We knew that," he said. "It made phrasing our message to you difficult. When you didn"t come to Riva and my messenger didn"t return, I thought something had gone wrong. That"s when we sent men out to find you."
Mister Wolf scratched at his beard. "I guess it"s my own fault that I"m here then," he said. "I borrowed your messenger. I had to get word to some people in Arendia. I suppose I should have known better."
Silk cleared his throat. "May I speak?" he asked politely.
"Certainly, Prince Kheldar," King Anheg said.
"Is it entirely prudent to continue these discussions in public?" Silk asked. "The Murgos have enough gold to buy ears in many places, and the arts of the Grolims can lift the thoughts out of the minds of the most loyal warriors. What isn"t known can"t be revealed, if you take my meaning."
"The warriors of Anheg aren"t so easily bought, Silk," Barak said testily, "and there aren"t any Grolims in Cherek."
"Are you also confident about the serving men and the kitchen wenches?" Silk suggested. "And I"ve found Grolims in some very unexpected places."
"There"s something in what my nephew says," King Rhodar said, his face thoughtful. "Drasnia has centuries of experience in the gathering of information, and Kheldar is one of our best. If he thinks that our words might go further than we"d want them to, we might be wise to listen to him."
"Thank you, uncle," Silk said, bowing.
"Could you penetrate this palace, Prince Kheldar?" King Anheg challenged.
"I already have, your Majesty," Silk said modestly, "a dozen times or more."
Anheg looked at Rhodar with one raised eyebrow.
Rhodar coughed slightly. "It was some time ago, Anheg. Nothing serious. I was just curious about something, that"s all."
"All you had to do was ask," Anheg said in a slightly injured tone.
"I didn"t want to bother you," Rhodar said with a shrug. "Besides, it"s more fun to do it the other way."
"Friends," King Fulrach said, "the issue before us is too important to chance compromising it. Wouldn"t it be better to be overcautious rather than take any risks?"
King Anheg frowned and then shrugged. "Whatever you wish," he said. "We"ll continue in private then. Cousin, would you clear old King Eldrig"s hall for us and set guards in the hallways near it?"
"I will, Anheg," Barak said. He took a dozen warriors and left the hall.
The kings rose from their thrones-all except Cho-Hag. A lean warrior, very nearly as tall as Barak and with the shaved head and flowing scalp lock of the Algars, stepped forward and helped him up.
Garion looked inquiringly at Silk.
"An illness when he was a child," Silk explained softly. "It left his legs so weak that he can"t stand unaided."
"Doesn"t that make it kind of hard for him to be king?" Garion asked.
"Algars spend more time sitting on horses than they do standing on their feet," Silk said. "Once he"s on a horse, Cho-Hag"s the equal of any man in Algaria. The warrior who"s helping him is Hettar, his adopted son."
"You know him?" Garion asked.
"I know everyone, Garion." Silk laughed softly. "Hettar and I have met a few times. I like him, though I"d rather he didn"t know that."
Queen Porenn came over to where they stood. "Islena"s taking Silar and me to her private quarters," she said to Silk. "Apparently women aren"t supposed to be involved in matters of state here in Cherek."
"Our Cherek cousins have a few blind spots, your Highness," Silk said. "They"re arch-conservatives, of course, and it hasn"t occurred to them yet that women are human."
Queen Porenn winked at him with a sly little grin. "I"d hoped that we might get a chance to talk, Kheldar, but it doesn"t look like it now. Did you get my message to Layla?"
Silk nodded. "She said she"d write to you immediately," he said. "If we"d known you were going to be here, I could have carried her letter myself."
"It was Islena"s idea," she said. "She decided that it might be nice to have a council of queens while the kings were meeting. She"d have invited Layla too, but everyone knows how terrified she is of sea travel."
"Has your council produced anything momentous, Highness?" Silk asked lightly.
Queen Porenn made a face. "We sit around and watch Islena do tricks - disappearing coins, things up her sleeves, that kind of thing," she said. "Or she tells fortunes. Silar"s too polite to object, and I"m the youngest, so I"m not supposed to say too much. It"s terribly dull, particularly when she goes into trances over that stupid crystal ball of hers. Did Layla think she could help me?"
"If anyone can," Silk a.s.sured her. "I should warn you, though, that her advice is likely to be quite explicit. Queen Layla"s an earthy little soul, and sometimes very blunt."
Queen Porenn giggled wickedly. "That"s all right," she said. "I"m a grown woman, after all."
"Of course," Silk said. "I just wanted to prepare you, that"s all."
"Are you making fun of me, Kheldar?" she asked.
"Would I do that, your Highness?" Silk asked, his face full of innocence.
"I think you would," she said.
"Coming, Porenn?" Queen Islena asked from not far away.
"At once, your Highness," the queen of Drasnia said. Her fingers flickered briefly at Silk. What a bore.
Patience, Highness, Silk gestured in reply.
Queen Porenn docilely followed the stately Queen of Cherek and the silent Queen of Algaria from the hall. Silk"s eyes followed her, and his face had that same self mocking expression as before.
"The others are leaving," Garion said delicately and pointed to the far end of the hall where the Alorn Kings were just going out the door.
"All right," Silk said and led the way quickly after them.
Garion stayed at the rear of the group as they all made their way through the drafty corridors toward King Eldrig"s hall. The dry voice in his mind told him that if Aunt Pol saw him, she"d probably find a reason to send him away.
As he loitered along at the rear of the procession, a furtive movement flickered briefly far down one of the side corridors. He caught only one glimpse of the man, an ordinary-looking Cherek warrior wearing a dark green cloak, and then they had moved past that corridor. Garion stopped and stepped back to look again, but the man in the green cloak was gone.
At the door to King Eldrig"s hall, Aunt Pol stood waiting with her arms crossed. "Where have you been?" she asked.
"I was just looking," he said as innocently as possible.
"I see," she said. Then she turned to Barak. "The council"s probably going to last for a long time," she said, "and Garion"s just going to get restless before it"s over. Is there someplace where he can amuse himself until suppertime?"
"Aunt Pol!" Garion protested.
"The armory, perhaps?" Barak suggested.
"What would I do in an armory?" Garion demanded.
"Would you prefer the scullery?" Aunt Pol asked pointedly.
"On second thought, I think I might like to see the armory."
"I thought you might."
"It"s at the far end of this corridor, Garion," Barak said. "The room with the red door."
"Run along, dear," Aunt Pol said, "and try not to cut yourself on anything."
Garion sulked slowly down the corridor Barak had pointed out to him, keenly feeling the injustice of the situation. The guards posted in the pa.s.sageway outside King Eldrig"s hall even made eavesdropping impossible. Garion sighed and continued his solitary way toward the armory.
The other part of his mind was busy, however, mulling over certain problems. Despite his stubborn refusal to accept the possibility that Mister Wolf and Aunt Pol were indeed Belgarath and Polgara, the behavior of the Alorn Kings made it obvious that they at least did believe it. Then there was the question of the rose Aunt Pol had given to Queen Islena. Setting aside the fact that roses do not bloom in the winter, how had Aunt Pol known that Islena would present her with that green jewel and therefore prepared the rose in advance? He deliberately avoided the idea that his Aunt had simply created the rose on the spot.
The corridor along which he pa.s.sed, deep in thought, was dim, with only a few torches set in rings on the walls to light the way. Side pa.s.sages branched out from it here and there, gloomy, unlighted openings that stretched back into the darkness. He had almost reached the armory when he heard a faint sound in one of those dark pa.s.sages. Without knowing exactly why, he drew back into one of the other openings and waited.
The man in the green cloak stepped out into the lighted corridor and looked around furtively. He was an ordinary-looking man with a short, sandy beard, and he probably could have walked anywhere in the palace without attracting much notice. His manner, however, and his stealthy movements cried out louder than words that he was doing something he was not supposed to be doing. He hurried up the corridor in the direction from which Garion had come, and Garion shrank back into the protective darkness of his hiding place. When he carefully poked his head out into the corridor again, the man had disappeared, and it was impossible to know down which of those dark side pa.s.sageways he had gone.
Garion"s inner voice told him that even if he told anyone about this, they wouldn"t listen. He"d need more than just an uneasy feeling of suspicion to report if he didn"t want to appear foolish. All he could do for the time being was to keep his eyes open for the man in the green cloak.
Chapter Fourteen.
IT WAS SNOWING the following morning, and Aunt Pol, Silk, Barak, and Mister Wolf again met for council with the kings, leaving Garion in Durnik"s keeping. The two sat near the fire in the huge hall with the thrones, watching the two dozen or so bearded Cherek warriors who lounged about or engaged in various activities to pa.s.s the time. Some of them sharpened their swords or polished their armor; others ate or sat drinking-even though it was still quite early in the morning; several were engaged in a heated dice game; and some simply sat with their backs against the wall and slept.
"These Chereks seem to be very idle people," Durnik said quietly to Garion. "I haven"t seen anyone actually working since we arrived, have you?"
Garion shook his head. "I think these are the king"s own warriors," he said just as quietly. "I don"t think they"re supposed to do anything except sit around and wait for the king to tell them to go fight someone."
Durnik frowned disapprovingly. "It must be a terribly boring way to live," he said.
"Durnik," Garion asked after a moment, "did you notice the way Barak and his wife acted toward each other?"
"It"s very sad," Durnik said. "Silk told me about it yesterday. Barak fell in love with her when they were both very young, but she was highborn and didn"t take him very seriously."
"How does it happen that they"re married, then?" Garion asked.
"It was her family"s idea," Durnik explained. "After Barak became the Earl of Trellheim, they decided that a marriage would give them a valuable connection. Merel objected, but it didn"t do her any good. Silk said that Barak found out after they were married that she"s really a very shallow person, but of course it was too late by then. She does spiteful things to try to hurt him, and he spends as much time away from home as possible."
"Do they have any children?" Garion asked.
"Two," Durnik said. "Both girls - about five and seven. Barak loves them very much, but he doesn"t get to see them very often."
Garion sighed. "I wish there was something we could do," he said.
"We can"t interfere between a man and his wife," Durnik said. "Things like that just aren"t done."
"Did you know that Silk"s in love with his aunt?" Garion said without stopping to think.
"Garion!" Durnik"s voice was shocked. "That"s an unseemly thing to say."
"It"s true all the same," Garion said defensively. "Of course she"s not really his aunt, I guess. She"s his uncle"s second wife. It"s not exactly like she was his real aunt."