King Of The Murgos

by Eddings, David

  ‘Brek,’ the sergeant replied, ‘sometime not too far off,

  I’d like to get through a day without hearing you whine about everything that happens.’

  ‘You don’t have any reason to talk to me like that,’ Brek objected. ‘I follow my orders, don’t I?’

  ‘But you complain, Brek. I’m so sick of hearing you snivel about everything that happens that, about the next time you open your mouth, I’m going to bash in your teeth.’

  ‘I’m going to tell the captain what you just said,’ Brek threatened. ‘You heard what he told you about hitting us.’

  ‘How do you plan to make him understand you, Brek?’ the sergeant asked ominously. ‘A man mumbles when he doesn’t have any teeth, you know. Now, water your horse and keep your mouth shut.’

  Then a stern-faced man with iron-gray hair astride a raw-boned horse came cantering up the ravine and into the basin. ‘Any signs?’ he demanded curtly.

  The sergeant saluted. ‘Nothing at all, Captain,’ he reported.

  The officer glanced around. ‘Did you look into that thicket?’ he asked, pointing toward the place where Garion and the others were concealed.

  ‘We were just about to, sir,’ the sergeant replied. ‘There aren’t any tracks, though.’

  ‘Tracks can be brushed out. Have your men go look.’

  ‘Right away, Captain.’

  As the soldiers rode up to the thicket, the officer dismounted and led his horse to the pond to drink.

  ‘Did the general say anything about why he wants these people captured, sir?’ the sergeant asked, also dismounting.

  ‘Nothing that concerns you, Sergeant.’

  The soldiers were riding around the thicket, making some show of peering through the brambles.

  ‘Tell them to get off their horses, Sergeant,’ the captain said disgustedly. ‘I want that thicket thoroughly searched. That white-haired man back at the village said that the ones we’re looking for would be in this part of the forest.’

  Garion muffled a sudden gasp. ‘Vard!’ he whispered to Silk. ‘He told them exactly where to find us.’

  ‘So it would seem,’ Silk breathed back grimly. ‘Let’s get back a little farther into the thicket. Those soldiers are likely to get a bit more serious about this now.’

  ‘The thicket’s all thorn bushes, Captain,’ Brek shouted back his report. ‘We can’t get in there at all.’

  ‘Use your spears,’ the captain ordered. ‘Poke around and see if you can flush anybody out.’

  The Mallorean troopers untied their spears from their saddles and began to stab them into the thicket.

  ‘Keep down,’ Silk whispered.

  Garion pressed himself closer to the ground, wincing as he found a fair number of thorns with his thighs.

  ‘It’s solid brambles, Captain,’ Brek shouted after several moments of probing. ‘Nobody could possibly be in there—not with horses.’

  ‘All right,’ the officer told him. ‘Mount up and come on back down here. We’ll try the next ravine.’

  Garion carefully let out the breath he had been holding. ‘That was close,’ he breathed to Silk.

  ‘Too close,’ Silk replied. ‘I think I’ll have a talk with Vard about this.’

  ‘Why would he betray us like that?’

  ‘That’s one of the things we’re going to talk about when I see him.’

  As the soldiers reached the pond, the captain swung back up into his saddle. ‘All right, Sergeant,’ he said, ‘form up your men, and let’s move on.’

  Then, directly in front of him, there was a peculiar shimmering in the air, and Cyradis, robed and cowled, appeared.

  The officer’s startled horse reared, and the man kept his saddle only with difficulty. ‘Torak’s teeth!’ he swore. ‘Where did you come from?’

  ‘That is of no moment,’ she replied. ‘I have come to aid thee in thy search.’

  ‘Look out, Captain!’ Brek called warningly. ‘That’s one of those Dalasian witches. She’ll put a curse on you if you’re not careful.’

  ‘Shut up, Brek,’ the sergeant snapped.

  ‘Explain yourself, woman,’ the captain said imperiously. ‘Just what did you mean by that last remark?’

  Cyradis turned until she was facing the bramble thicket. She raised her hand and pointed. ‘The ones you seek are concealed there,’ she said.

  From somewhere behind him Garion heard Ce’Nedra gasp.

  ‘We just searched there,’ Brek objected. ‘There’s nobody in that thicket.’

  ‘Thy sight is faulty then,’ she told him.

  The captain’s face had grown cold. ‘You’re wasting my time,’ he told her. ‘I watched my men make the search with my own eyes.’ He gave her a narrow glance. ‘What is a Seeress from Kell doing here in Cthol Murgos?’ he demanded. ‘You people are neither wanted nor welcome here. Go home and fill your mind with the shadows of brain-sickly imagining. I have no time for the babblings of adolescent witches.’

  ‘Then I must prove to thee that my words are true,’ she replied. She lifted her face and stood quite still.

  From somewhere behind where Garion and Silk lay concealed there came a crashing shout, and a moment later the huge Toth, responding to the silent summons of his mistress, burst out of the bramble thicket, carrying the struggling Ce’Nedra in his arms.

  The captain stared at him.

  ‘That’s one of them, Captain!’ Brek exclaimed. ‘That’s the big one you told us to look for—and the red-haired wench!’

  ‘It is as I told thee,’ Cyradis said. ‘Seek the others in the same place.’ Then she vanished.

  ‘Take those two!’ the sergeant commanded, and several of his men jumped down from their saddles and surrounded Toth and the still-struggling Ce’Nedra with drawn weapons.

  ‘What are we going to do?’ Garion whispered to Silk. ‘They’ve got Ce’Nedra.’

  ‘I can see that.’

  ‘Let’s go, then.’ Garion reached for his sword.

  ‘Use your head,’ the little man snapped. ‘You’ll only put her in more danger if you go running down there.’

  ‘Garion—Silk,’ Belgarath’s whispered voice came to them, ‘what’s happening?’

  Garion twisted around to look back over his shoulder and saw his grandfather peering through the brambles. ‘They’ve got Toth and Ce’Nedra,’ he reported softly. ‘It was Cyradis, Grandfather. She told them exactly where we are.’

  Belgarath’s face went stony, and Garion could see his lips shaping a number of curses.

  The Mallorean captain rode up to the thicket with the sergeant and the rest of his men closely behind him. ‘I think that the rest of you had better come out of there,’ he ordered crisply. ‘I have your two friends already and I know that you’re in there.’

  No one answered.

  ‘Oh, come now,’ he said, ‘be reasonable. If you don’t come out, I’ll just send for more soldiers and have them cut down the thicket with their swords. No one’s been hurt yet, and I give you my word that none of you will be harmed in any way, if you come out now. I’ll even let you keep your weapons—as a gesture of good faith.’

  Garion heard a brief whispered consultation back in the center of the thicket.

  ‘All right, Captain,’ Belgarath called in a disgusted tone of voice. ‘Keep your men under control. We’re coming out. Garion, you and Silk, too.’

  ‘Why did he do that?’ Garion asked. ‘We could have stayed hidden and then worked out a way to get them all free again.’

  ‘The Malloreans know how many of us there are,’ Silk replied. ‘That captain’s got the upper hand for the moment. Let’s go.’ He started to worm his way out of the thicket.

  Garion swore and then followed him.

  The others emerged from the back of the thicket and began to walk toward the Mallorean officer. Durnik, however, pushed past them, his face livid with anger. He strode quickly down the slope to confront Toth. ‘Is this your idea of friendship?’ he demanded. ‘Is this th
e way you repay all our kindness?’

  Toth’s face grew melancholy, but he made no gesture of reply or explanation.

  ‘I was wrong about you, Toth,’ the smith continued in a dreadfully quiet voice. ‘You were never a friend. Your mistress just put you in a position where the two of you could betray us. Well, you won’t get the chance again.’ He started to raise his hand, and Garion could feel the surge as he gathered in his will.

  ‘Durnik!’ Polgara cried. ‘No!’

  ‘He betrayed us, Pol. I’m not going to let him get away with that.’

  The two of them stared at each other for a long moment, their eyes locked. In that moment, something passed between them, and Durnik finally lowered his gaze. He turned back to the mute. ‘You and I are through, Toth. I’ll never trust you again. I don’t even want to see your face any more. Give me the princess. I don’t want you touching her.’

  Wordlessly Toth held out Ce’Nedra’s tiny form. Durnik took her and then deliberately turned his back on the huge mute.

  ‘All right, Captain,’ Belgarath said, ‘what now?’

  ‘My orders are to escort you all safely to Rak Verkat, Ancient Belgarath. The military governor there awaits your arrival. It will, of course, be necessary for me to separate certain of your companions from you—just as a precaution. Your power, and that of Lady Polgara, is well known. The well-being of your friends will depend upon your restraint. I’m sure you understand.’

  ‘Of course,’ Belgarath replied drily.

  ‘And do the plans of your military governor involve dungeons and the like?’ Silk asked him.

  ‘You do his Excellency an injustice, Prince Kheldar,’ the captain told him. ‘He has been instructed to treat you all with the utmost respect.’

  ‘You seem remarkably well informed as to our identities, Captain,’ Polgara observed.

  ‘The one who ordered you detained was most specific, my Lady,’ he answered with a curt, military bow.

  ‘And just who might that have been?’

  ‘Can there be any doubt in your mind, Lady Polgara? The orders come directly from his Imperial Majesty, Kal Zakath. He has been aware of the presence of your party in Cthol Murgos for some time now.’ He turned to his men. ‘Form up around the prisoners,’ he ordered sharply. Then he turned back to Polgara. ‘Forgive me, my Lady,’ he apologized. ‘I meant guests, of course. The military vocabulary is sometimes blunt. A ship awaits you at Rak Verkat. Immediately upon your arrival there, you will set sail. His Imperial Majesty awaits your arrival at Rak Hagga with the keenest anticipation.’

  Here ends Book II of The Malloreon.

  Book III, Demon Lord of Karanda,

  will reveal what the Emperor Zakath intends for the company and lead us further into the dark designs of Zandramas and the strange ways of demons.