POLGARA THE SORCERESS BY DAVID EDDINGS

and honest with people.

‘You think he’s been cheating us on the price of our granite?’ Wilg

rumbled ominously.

‘It’s not just the granite, Wilg,’ Darral said. ‘Have you ever been

in a town of any size?’

‘Medalia once.’

‘What were the roofs of most of the houses made of?’

‘Slate, I think it was.’ Wilg stopped abruptly, his eyes first

widening and then narrowing dangerously. ‘We’ve been giving him that

slate for nothing, and when he gets it back to Muros, he sells it,

right?,

‘It certainly looks that way to me,’ Darral replied.

‘I wonder if I could still catch up to him,’ Wilg muttered grimly,

clenching and unclenching his huge fists.

‘Don’t be a-worryin’ yerself none about it Wilg,’Farnstal advised.

he’s bin skinnin’ us fer years now. so I kin’practical guarantee that

he’ll come back next fall with his skinnin’ knife all sharp th’ way

he alluz does. Then we’ll all be able t’ git in a lick er two at ‘im.

He’ll be a-bleedin’ outta places he didn’t even know he had ‘fore he

leaves.’ He cocked an eye at my nephew. ‘Yer a real handy feller t’

have around, Darral,’ he said. ‘We bin stuck back here in th’

mountings fer s’ long, we clean fergot how sivilized people acts.’ He shook

his head mournfully. ‘Seems ez how bein’ honest jist ain’t in style

no more back in sivilization. But I’ll tell y’ one thing fer certain

sure.’

‘Oh? What’s that?’

‘Come next summer, there’s one feller from Muros ez is gonna

git hisself a quick lesson in honest. After Wilg here holds him down

an’ I jump up and down on his belly fer a hour er so, he’ll be s’

honest it’ll jist make y’ sick t’ look at ‘im.’

‘I can hardly wait,’ Darral said with a broad grin.

Darral did make a quick tour of the towns and cities of northern

Sendaria that winter, and the local inn was filled to”overflowing

with eager buyers the next summer. Over his objections, my nephew

was appointed by acclamation to handle the negotiations, and the

village of Annath was suddenly ankle deep in money. Our local

granite, as it turned out, was of the very highest quality, and the

slate, which the villagers had literally thrown away, was even better.

Darral took the simplest approach to our new would-be buyers.

He held an auction -‘How much am I bid for this stack of blocks?’

and so on. Every buyer went away happy and with his wagons

groaning.

The man from Muros was late that year, so he missed all the

excitement, and the view of the back end of all those wagons rolling

out of town. ‘Where’s the granite?’ he demanded. ‘You don’t expect

me and my teamsters to load it on the wagons ourselves, do you?’

‘I’m afraid we don’t have anything for you this year, friend,’

Darral told him in a pleasant tone.

‘What do you mean, you don’t have anything?’ The mason’s voice

was shrill. ‘Did every man in the whole town turn lazy? Why didn’t

you let me know you didn’t have any stone for me? I’ve made this

trip for nothing. This is going to cost you next year. you know.

Maybe I won’t even bother next year.’

‘We’ll miss you,’ Darral murmured. ‘Not too much, but we will

miss you. There’s a new procedure here in Annath, friend . We hold

an auction here now.’

‘Who’d come this far for third-rate stone?’

‘There were about a dozen or so, weren’t there?’ Darral asked the

other stone-cutters. ‘I sort of lost count during the bidding.’

‘You can’t do this to me!’ the Muros mason screamed. ‘We’ve got

a contract. I’ll have the-law on you for this!’

‘What contract?’

‘It’s a verbal contract.’

‘Oh? Who was it with?’

‘It was with Merlo, that’s who.’

The stone-cutters of Annath all burst out laughing. ‘Merlo’s been

dead for five years now,’ one of them said, ‘and he was

ninetyfour when he died. Merlo would say anything anybody wanted

him to say, if that somebody happened to be willing to buy him a

tankard of beer. He was the town drunk, and his word wasn’t

worth any more than the price of the last tankard of beer. If you

want to take that to a lawyer, go right ahead. All you’ll get out of

it is a quick lesson in real swindling. You won’t get anything from

us, but that lawyer will probably get everything you own out of

you.’

The stone-mason’s eyes grew desperate. ‘What about all that

worthless slate I’ve been hauling away for you?’ he said. ‘I’ll take

that, if you haven’t got anything else.’ His eyes narrowed shrewdly.

‘I’ll have to charge you for taking it away, though. Always before,

I was only doing it out of friendship.’

‘Funny thing about that slate,’ Darral said. ‘A man from Darine

looked at it, and he outbid everybody else for it. We got as much

for the slate as we did for the granite. Isn’t that strange? Oh, by the

way, a couple of my neighbors would like to have a little chat with

you.’ He looked over his shoulder at the others. ‘Has anybody seen

Wilg and old Farnstal?’ he asked mildly.

‘I think they’re waiting on the road just north of town, Darral,’

one of the quarry workers replied with a sly smirk. ‘I think they

want to speak privately with our friend here.’

We didn’t hear either Wilg or Farnstal when they spoke to the

man from Muros, but we did hear him. They probably heard him

back in Muros.

‘Is he honest now?’ Darral asked the wickedly grinning pair when

they returned to town much later.

‘Jist ez honest ez a newborn lamb,’ Farnstal replied. ‘I think it

might be on accounta he got hisself religion ’bout half-way thoo our

little discussion.’

‘Religion?’

‘He wuz a-doin’ a whole lotta prayin’ there along tords th’ end,

warn’t he, Wilg?’

‘It sounded a lot like praying to me,’ Wilg agreed.

The celebration in Annath that night was longer and more boisterous

than the one after the . auction had been.

Money’s all very nice, ‘ but sometimes getting even is even

nicer.

Darral was the hero of Annath after that, and now we were firmly

established. I don’t think in all those years that I’ve ever felt more

secure. Figuratively speaking, I’d finally found my ‘cave in the

mountains’.

In 5338, after we’d been in Annath for about four years, mother

paid me another of those visits. ‘You’re going to have to go back to

Nyissa, Pol,’ she told me. ‘That’s impossible!

‘Now what?’ I grumbled. ‘I thought I had that all settled.’

‘There’s a new Salmissra on the throne, Pol, and the Angaraks are taking

another run at her.’

‘I think I’ll fly on down to Rak Cthol and turn Ctuchik into a toad,’ I

muttered darkly.

it isn’t Ctuchik. This time it’s Zedar again. I think Ctuchik and Zedar

are playing some obscure game with each other, and whichever one of them

subverts Salmissra wins.’

‘What a bore. I’ll send for father and have him fill in for me here. Then

I’ll run on down to Nyissa and settle this once and for all. This is starting

to make me tired.’

I wasn’t really very polite to my father when he arrived. I overrode

his objections, refused to answer his questions, and flatly told him

what to do. It was probably a little blunt. I think there were faint

overtones of ‘Sit! Stay!’ involved in it.

When I reached Sthiss Tor, I didn’t bother with bats or anything

like that. I simply marched up to the palace door, announced who

I was, and told them that I would see Salmissra. Several eunuchs

tried to block my way, but that stopped when I started translocating

them in all directions. Some found themselves clinging to rafters

high overhead and others were suddenly out in the surrounding

jungle with no memory of how they got there. Then I transposed

myself into the form of that ogress that’d been so useful back on

that forest road in southern Sendaria a few eons ago, and I was

suddenly all alone in the corridor leading to Salmissra’s throne-

room. I changed back and went on in.

Zedar was with the current Salmissra when I entered, and he

really looked terrible. He was shabby and run down, and there was

a haunted look in his eyes. The five centuries he’d spent in that cave

watching his Master mildewing hadn’t really been very good to

him. He stared at me as I entered, and the light of recognition

dawned in his eyes. ‘Polgara?’ he

exclaimed in a startled voice. on’

yourself to a defective, Zedar, and eventually, you’ll have to live

with the consequences.’

Then, quite suddenly, I had a horrible premonition, and I knew

exactly what the fate of my father’s brother was going to be, and it

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