“Aldur didn’t tie to you, Beldin,” she replied calmly. “In a very real sense, I was no longer with you. You see, shortly after the girls were bom, Aldur and UL came to me. They said they had a great task for me but that it would involve an equally great sacrifice. I would have to leave you all behind to prepare for the task. At first, I refused, but when they explained the task to me, I had no choice but to agree. I turned my back on the Vale and went with UL to Prolgu to receive instruction. From time to time
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he’d relent and let me go unobserved out into the world to see how my family was doing.” She looked rather firmly at Belgar-ath. “You and I have much to discuss, Old Wolf,” she told him.
Belgarath winced. v
“I don’t suppose you could give us some enlightenment about this momentous task?” Sadi suggested mildly.
“I’m afraid not.”
“I didn’t think so,” the eunuch murmured.
“Eriond,” Poledra said then, greeting the blond-haired young man.
“Poledra,” he responded. Eriond-, as always, seemed unsurprised by this turn of events. Eriond, Garion had noticed, was never surprised.
“You’ve grown since we last met,” she noted.
“I suppose I have,” he agreed.
“Are you ready?”
The question sent a chili through Garion as he suddenly remembered the strange dream he had had the night before his true identity had been revealed.
There was a polite knock on the door. Dumik answered it and found an armored knight standing outside. “His Majesty hath dispatched me to advise thee and thy companions that thy ship awaiteth thee in the harbor, my Lord,” the knight said.
“I’m not a—” Durnik started.
“Let it He, Durnik,” Silk told him. “Sir Knight,” he said to the armored man at the door, “where might we find his Majesty? We would take our leave of him and tiiank him for his many kindnesses,”
“His Majesty doth await thee and thy companions at the harbor, my Lord. He would bid ye all farewell there and see ye off on the great adventure which doth tie in store for ye.”
‘ ‘We will make haste then, Sir Knight,” the little man promised. “It were discourteous of us in the extreme to keep one of the paramount monarchs of the world awaiting our arrival. Thou hast performed thine appointed task in manner which does thee credit, Sir Knight, and we are all in thy debt.”
The knight bowed, beaming. Then he went back down the haliway.
“Where did you ever learn to speak like that, Kheldar?” Velvet asked in some surprise.
“Ah, dear Lady,” Silk replied with outrageous extravagance, “knowest thou not that the poet doth lurk beneath the most common exterior? An it please thee, I will deliver unto thee
fulsome compliments upon thine every ravishing and unsurpassed part.” He eyed her up and down suggestively.
“Kheldar!” she exclaimed, blushing bright red.
“That’s sort of fun, you know,” Silk said, referring to the archaic speech—at least Garion hoped that was what he was referring to. “Once you learn how to wrap your tongue around the ‘haths,’ and ‘doths,’ and ‘forasmuches,’ it has a certain ring and cadence to it, doesn’t it?”
“We’re surrounded by charlatans, mother.” Polgara sighed.
“Belgarath,” Dumik said seriously, “there’s not much point in taking the horses, is there? What I mean is that we’re going to be clambering over rocks and wading in surf when we get to the reef. Wouldn’t the horses just be in the way?”
“You’re probably right, Dumik,” the old man agreed.
“I’ll go down to the stables and talk with the grooms,” the smith said. “The rest of you go on ahead. I’ll catch up.” He turned and left the room.
“An eminently practical man,” Poledra observed.
“The poet, however, doth lurk beneath that most practical of exteriors, Mother—” Polgara smiled “—-and thou woutdst not believe how much pleasure I take in that aspect of him.”
“I think it’s time for us to get off this island, Old Wolf,” Poledra said wryly. “Two more days and they’ll all be sitting around composing bad poetry.”
Servants arrived then to carry their packs to the harbor, and Garion and his companions trooped through the halls of the palace and out into the streets of Dal Perivor. Although the morning had dawned bright and sunny, a bank of heavy clouds had begun to build up off to the west, heavy, purple clouds that spoke eloquently of the likelihood of bad weather over Korim.
“I suppose we should have known.” Silk sighed. “Once-just once—I’d like to see one of these stupendous events happen in good weather.”
Garion fully understood what lay behind the apparently tight-hearted banter. None of them approached tomorrow without a certain apprehension. The pronouncement Cyradis had made at Rheon that one of them would not survive the meeting lay heavily on each of their minds, and in the fashion as old as man himself, each tried to make light of his fears. That reminded him of something, and he dropped back to have a word with the Seeress of Kell. “Cyradis,” he said to the blindfolded girl, “should Zakath and I wear our armor when we get to the reef?” He plucked at the front of the doublet he had put on with
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some relief that morning in the hope that he might never again be obliged to encase himself in steel. “What I’nl getting at is that if the meeting is going to be entirely spiritual, there’s no real need for it, is there? But if there’s a possibility of some ; fighting, we should probably be prepared, shouldn’t we?”
“Thou art as transparent as glass, Belgarion of Riva,” she said, chiding him gently, “Thou thinkest to trick answers from me to ‘ questions which I am forbidden to discuss with thee. Do as it pleas-eth thee, King of Riva. Prudence, however, doth suggest that a bit of steel here and mere in thine apparel might not be inappropriate when approaching a situation where surprises might await thee.”
“I wUl be guided by thee.” Garion grinned. “Thy prudent advice seemeth to me the course of wisdom.”
“Makestthou a rather feeble attempt at humor, Belgarion?”
“Would I do that, Holy Seeress?” He grinned at her and strode back to where Belgarath and Poledra walked hand in hand just behind Zakath and Sadi. “Grandfather, I think I just man- r aged to sneak an answer out of Cyradis,” he said.
“That might be a first,” the old man replied. :
“I think there might be some fighting when we get to the | reef. I asked her if Zakath and I should wear armor when we i get there. She didn’t answer me directly, but she said that it might not be a bad idea—just in case.”
‘ ‘You might want to pass that on to the others. Let’s not have them walking into something blind.”
“I’ll do that.”
The king, along with most of his gaily clad court, awaited them on a long wharf extending out into the choppy waters of , the harbor. Despite the temperate morning, the king wore an ‘ ermine robe and a heavy gold crown. “Gladly do I greet thee and thy noble companions, Belgarion of Riva,” he declaimed, “and in sadness do I await thy departure. Many here have pled with me that I might permit them also to speak to this matter, but in thy behalf I have steadfastly refused such permission, knowing full well the urgency of thy quest.”
“Thou art a true and faithful friend, your Majesty,” Garion said with genuine gratitude at being spared a morning of windy speeches. He clasped the king’s hand warmly. “Know that if the Gods grant us victory on the morrow, we will return straightaway to this happy isle so that we may more fulsomely express our gratitude to thee and the members of thy court who have all treated us with such noble courtesy.” Besides, they had to come back for the horses anyway. “And now, your Majesty, our fate
awaits us. We must, with scant and niggard farewell, take ship to go forth with resolute hearts to meet that fate. An it please the Gods, we shall return anon. Good-bye, my friend.”
“Fare thee well, Belgarion of Riva,” the king said in a voice near to tears. “May the Gods grant thee and thy companions victory.”
“Pray that it may be so.” Garion turned with a rather melodramatic swirl of his cloak and led his friends up the gangway. He glanced back over his shoulder and saw Durnik pushing his way through the crowd. That would help. As soon as the smith was on board, Garion could give the order to cast off all lines and thus avoid the necessity of more extended farewells shouted across the ship’s rail.