attention to that gate.”
“But we aren’t going back the way we came.”
“Which way are we going then?”
“South, actually–well, southwest would probably be closer.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Trust me.”
He started to swear. Evidently hearing that remark irritated him as
much as it always irritated me.
There were six black-robed Grolims at the north gate, and we made quick
work of them. There were a few muffled cries, of course, and some
fairly pathetic groaning, but the fact that there weren’t any windows
in the houses of Cthol Mishrak kept any people inside from hearing
them.
“All right,” Dras said, wiping his bloody axe on a fallen Grolim, “now
what?”
“Let’s go back to your tunnel.”
“Belgarath,” he objected, “we want to get away from the city.”
“We’ll go out through the gate, crawl through your tunnel, and circle
around the city until we come to the river on the south side of it.”
“There’s a trail around the outside of the wall,” Riva pointed out.
“Why use the tunnel at all?”
“Because the Hounds would pick up our scent. We want them to think
we’ve gone north. We’ll need some time to get out ahead of them.”
“Very clever,” Algar murmured.
“I don’t understand,” Dras said.
“The river’s probably frozen, isn’t it?” Algar asked him.
“I suppose so.”
“Wouldn’t that make it sort of like a highway–without any trees or
hills to slow us down?”
Dras considered it. Then comprehension slowly dawned on his big
face.
“You know, Algar,” he said,
“I think you’re right. Belgarath is a very clever old man.”
“Do you suppose we could congratulate him some other time?” Riva said
to them.
“I’m the one who’s carrying the loot, and I’d like to put some distance
between this place and my backside.”
I saw that I was going to have to rearrange Riva’s thinking.
“Loot” wasn’t really a proper term to use when he was referring to my
Master’s Orb.
We hurried out past the sprawled bodies of the gate-guards, rounded the
bend in the path, and plunged back into the snow-bank on the left side.
It wasn’t too long until we came out of the tunnel at the city wall.
There was a sort of beaten pathway in the snow along the outside of the
wall where Grolims or ordinary Angaraks had been patrolling, and we
followed that eastward until we reached the corner. Then we turned and
followed it south through the drifts toward the river. Altogether, I’d
imagine that it took us about two hours to reach the riverbank.
As I’d been fairly sure it would be, the frozen river was clear of
snow.
It wound like a wide black ribbon through the snow-clogged
countryside.
“That’s lucky,” Dras noted.
“We won’t leave any tracks.”
“That was sort of the idea,” I told him just a bit smugly.
“How did you know that there wouldn’t be about three feet of snow on
top of the ice?” he asked me.
“That blizzard came in out of the west. There’s nothing out there in
that river for the wind to pile snow up behind, so it swept the ice
clean for us. The snow’s probably all stacked up against the mountains
of western Karanda.”
“You think of everything, don’t you, Belgarath?”
“I try. Let’s get out on the ice and head down to the coast. I’m
starting to get homesick.” , We rather carefully brushed out the
tracks we made going down the riverbank. Then we crossed the ice to
the far side to avoid the light of the torches atop the city wall and
started down-river.
We didn’t exactly skate along, but there was a certain amount of
sliding. After about three hours, the murky clouds hovering over the
region began to lighten along the southern horizon.
“The sun’s coming up,” Algar noted.
“Is that going to wake Torak up?”
I wasn’t certain about that.
“I’ll check,” I replied. The passenger riding along between my ears
had told me not to try to talk to him until we were clear of the city.
Well, we were clear now, so I chanced it.
“Do you want to wake up?” I asked.
“Don’t be insulting.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. The question of someone waking up is
looming rather large right now. We’ve got what we came for. Is that
the end of this particular EVENT?”
“More or less. It’s not completely over until you get back across the
Sea of the East.”
“Can you tell me when Torak’s going to wake up?”
“No. You’ll know when it happens.”
“A hint or two would help.”
“Sorry, Belgarath. Just keep going. You’re doing well so far.”
“Thanks.” I didn’t say it very graciously.
“I liked the way you dealt with those two Hounds. It never would have
occurred to me. Where did you come up with the idea?”
“I came out second best in an encounter with a skunk when I was a
boy.
It’s the sort of thing you remember.”
“I can imagine. Keep going, and keep your ears open.” Then it was
gone again.
It was perhaps a quarter of an hour later when I found out what he
meant by keeping my ears open–although I don’t think I would have
missed it even if I’d been asleep. There’s a version of the Book of
Torak that describes what the Dragon God did when he woke up–and Algar
had shrewdly put his finger on when it was going to happen. Evidently
a part of the arrangement between the voice in my head and the one in
Torak’s had been the length of time Torak would remain comatose.
Sunrise is a natural transition, and it was then that old One-eye
finally woke up. We were ten miles away from the city by then, but we
could still hear him as he screamed his fury and then wrecked the
entire city–even going so far as to knock down his own tower. It was
one of the more spectacular temper tantrums in the history of the
world.
“Why don’t we run for a while?” Algar suggested as the awful sound of
the destruction of Cthol Mishrak knocked all the snow off the trees
along the riverbank.
“We are running,” Dras told him.
“Why don’t we run faster?” That was when I found out why Algar was
called Fleet-foot. Lord, that boy could run!
The Book of Alorn tells the story of what happened there in Mallorea.
It’s a very good story, filled with drama, excitement, and mythic
significance.
I’ve recited it myself on any number of occasions. It’s related to
what really happened only by implication, but it’s still a good story.
The fellow who wrote it was an Alorn, after all, and he overstated the
significance of the land-bridge–largely, I suspect, because a pair of
Alorns discovered it.
In actuality, I didn’t even see the land-bridge during that
journey–mainly because there were probably several hundred Angaraks
standing on each one of those rocky islets waiting for us. We had
traveled to Mallorea across the frozen Sea of the East, and we went
back home the same way.
Torak’s outburst–for which I’ll take partial credit, since my goading
as we were leaving his tower undoubtedly contributed to his
rage–completely demoralized the Grolims, Chandim, and ordinary
Angaraks who’d lived in Cthol Mishrak. Beldin has since discovered
that it was ultimately Ctuchik who restored order–with his customary
brutality. It still took him several hours, however, and even then our
ruse diverted him. The Angaraks found the six butchered Grolims at the
north gate, and Ctuchik sent the Hounds off to the north and the west
without stopping to consider the possibility of trickery.
The day up there didn’t last very long, but nightfall didn’t slow the
Alorns and me. We followed Algar on down-river, moving as fast as we
possibly could.
When the sun put in its brief appearance the following day, however,
the Hounds returned to the ruins of Cthol Mishrak and reported to
Ctuchik that they’d found no trace of us. That’s when Torak’s disciple
expanded his search. Inevitably, some sharp-nosed Hound picked up our
scent. Then the chase was on. Ctuchik crammed several hundred
ordinary Grolims into the shape of Hounds, killing about half of them
in the process, and that huge, ravening pack came galloping down the
river after us.
“What are we going to do, Belgarath?” Cherek gasped.
“The boys and I are starting to get winded. I’m not sure how much
longer we’ll be able to run.”
“I’m going to try something,” I told him.
“Let’s stop and catch our breath here while I work out the details.” I
went over it in my mind again.
Riva had ultimate power tucked inside his tunic, but he wasn’t supposed
to use it. If my reasoning was correct, though, he wouldn’t have to.
“All right,” I said, “this is how we’ll work it. Riva, when those
Hounds behind us come into sight, I want you to take out the Orb and
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