POLGARA THE SORCERESS BY DAVID EDDINGS

that moment of silence. I described her to the servants who were

cleaning up the debris of the previous evening’s festivities.

‘That would be the Countess Asrana, my Lady,’ a sober-faced

cleaning man told me. ‘She’s a notorious flirt and very witty.’

‘That’s the one,’ I said. ‘I think she and I were introduced some

years back, and I thought I’d look her up. Where do you suppose

I might find her?’

‘Her apartment’s in the west tower, my Lady, on the ground

floor.’

‘Thank you,’I murmured, gave him a small coin, and went looking

for the west tower.

The countess was just a trifle indisposed when her maid escorted

me into the room where she lay on a divan with bleary eyes and a

cold, wet cloth on her forehead. ‘I don’t believe I know you,’ she

told me in a tragic voice.

‘Are you unwell?’ I asked her.

‘I’m feeling just a little delicate this morning,’ she confessed. ‘I

wish it were winter. If it were, I’d go out into the courtyard and

stick my head in a snowbank for an hour or so.’ Then she looked

at me more closely. ‘You look awfully familiar, for some reason.’

‘I don’t think we’ve ever met, countess.’

‘It’s not that we’ve met, I don’t think. It’s something I’ve heard

about.’ She put her fingertips to her temples. ‘Oh, dear,’ she groaned.

‘We need to talk, Asrana,’ I told her, ‘but I’d better do something

about your condition first.’ I opened the small reticule I carried and

took out a glass vial. I poured the contents into the bottom of a cup

that was standing on a sideboard and then filled the cup with water.

‘This won’t taste very good,’ I warned.

‘Will it make me feel better?’

‘It should.’

‘Then I really don’t care what it tastes like.’ She drank it and then

shuddered. ‘That’s dreadful,’ she said. ‘You’re a physician?’ she

asked.

,I’ve had some training along those lines,’ I admitted.

‘What a peculiar occupation for a lady of rank,’ she said. She

touched her forehead. ‘I believe it’s actually getting better.’

,That was the whole idea, countess. As soon as the potion I just

gave you takes hold a little more, there’s something I’d like to talk

with you about.’

I owe you my life, dear Lady,’ she said extravagantly. ‘But I still

seem to know you for some reason.’ Then she made a little face.

,of course, on mornings like this one all sorts of strange idea’s come

to me.’ She shook her head slightly. ‘Amazing!’ she said. ‘My head

didn’t fall off. You could make a fortune with that potion here in

Vo Astur, you know. Everybody in the palace probably feels as

awful as I did a while ago. Whatever it was you gave me is

miraculous. I think I’ll actually live now. It’s almost like magic.’ She stopped

suddenly and looked at me as if really seeing me for the first time.

Then she started to tremble. ‘It was magic, wasn’t it?’

‘No, dear. Not really.’

‘Oh, yes it was’ You’ve got that white lock in your hair, and

you’re a physician. You’re Polgara the Sorceress, aren’t you? You’re

Belgarath’s daughter!’

‘My terrible secret’s out, I see,’ I sighed with mock regret.

‘You’re a million years old!’

I touched my cheek. ‘Does it really show that much, Asrana?’

‘Of course not, Lady Polgara,’ she replied. ‘You don’t look a day

over a hundred thousand.’ Then we both laughed, and she winced.

‘Rushing things a bit there,’ she noted, touching her forehead

slightly. ‘Please don’t make me laugh for a little while yet. Your

spell hasn’t really had time to get to the bottom of this headache

yet.’

‘It wasn’t really a spell, Asrana – just a mixture of some fairly

common herbs.’ I decided not to make an issue of the fact that her

Mornings would be much more enjoyable if she didn’t drink so

much wine every evening. ‘Is there something you could send your

maid to fetch for you?’ I asked her. ‘I’d like to talk to you without

anyone around.’

‘Breakfast, I think. I’m suddenly ravenous. Would you join me?’

‘I’d be delighted, dear.’

After the girl had left, Asrana and I got down to business. ‘I’m not

trying to be offensive, Countess, but I’m not very much impressed by

Your duke.’

‘Who is? We all have to be careful not to step on him when he’s

in the throne room. Do you happen to have a cure for n-dnsculism

Oldaran should probably take a double dose if you do. He’s a bug,

Polgara, so stepping on him’s a natural reaction. Life around here

would be much simpler if somebody’d just squish him and have

done with it. Would you care for some wine?’

‘Ah – not just now, Asrana, and you’d probably better drink water

this morning, too. Mixing wine with the potion I just gave you

would make you terribly ill.’

‘I knew there had to be a drawback. Where were we?’

‘We were discussing Duke Oldoran’s shortcomings.’

‘And shortgoings as well, as I recall.’ The Countess Asrana had

a quick tongue, and I rather liked her.

‘If the occasion arose, which of the men here at court would be

best to replace him?’

‘The Earl Mangaran, of course. Have you met him?’

‘I saw him last night. He doesn’t seem to have a very high opinion

of your duke.’

‘He’s not alone there. Who could possibly love his Bugship?’

‘Who’s that Tolnedran who seems to have taken up residence in

the duke’s pocket?’

‘You mean Gadon? He’s a merchant of some kind, and I think,

he’s made Oldoran some sort of offer – probably dishonorable and,

certainly disgusting. Gadon’s been knocking around the palace here

for the past half-year buying up court functionaries by the gross.

Nobody likes him, but he’s got the duke’s ear, so we have to be

civil.’

‘Are you in the mood for some serious plotting this morning,

Asrana?’

‘Now that my headache’s gone away, I’m in the mood for almost’

anything. What should we plot about?’

‘How about a revolution, Countess?’

‘Oh, what fun!’ she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. ‘I’d

just love to be a party to the downfall of the Bug. Are you going to

kill him, Polgara? If you are, can I watch?’

‘You’re a bad girl, Asrana.’

‘I know, and it’s so much fun. Are we going to sneak around in the

middle of the night holding whispered conversations and secretly

smuggling weapons into the palace?’

‘You’ve been reading too many bad epics, Asrana. A good plot

doesn’t work that way. I think we ought to have a talk with Earl

Mangaran before we elevate him to the throne, don’t you? He’s of

advanced years, and that sort of surprise might be hard on his veins.’

,spoilsport. I thought we could give him the throne for his

birthday.’

‘Are we likely to encounter much resistance if we move against

the duke? Are there any here at court who’d back him? Relatives

or officials with something to lose if we deposed him?’

‘Let me deal with them, Lady Polgara. I can wrap just about any

man here at court around my little finger if I really want to.’

I’ve broken a few hearts myself on occasion, and I’ve known some

of the most outrageous flirts in history, but Countess Asrana was

in a class by herself, and I’m certain that her towering self-confidence

was fully justified.

After breakfast, the countess sent word to Earl Mangaran, asking

him to meet us in the rose garden. Just to be on the safe side, I sent

out a searching thought when Asrana and I went into the garden.

This wasn’t going to be a conversation we’d care to have overheard.

The Earl Mangaran looked weary as he joined us, but there was

a tinge of impishness in his eyes nonetheless.

‘Should I tell him?’ Asrana asked me.

‘You might as well,’ I replied. ‘We won’t get very far with this if

he doesn’t know.’

‘I’ve a bit of a surprise fer y’, yer Earlship,’ Asrana said in a fair

imitation of the brogue of the Wacite peasants. ‘This dear lass with

th’ unspeakable beauty is after bein’ th’ Lady Polgara, don’t y’ know.

Aren’t y’ honored enough t’ just fall down in a swoon t’ make her

acquaintance.’

‘Please, Countess,’ Mangaran said, passing a weary hand across

his eyes, ‘I’ve had a very trying morning. His Grace is absolutely

impossible just now. He isn’t out of bed yet, and he’s already drunk.

Don’t start off with fairy-tales.’

‘But she is, my Lord. This is really Polgara the Sorceress.’ Asrana

gave me a look of wide-eyed innocence. ‘Sorcerize him, Lady

Polgara,’ she urged. ‘Turn him into a toad or something.’

‘Do you mind, Asrana?’ I said.

‘He’s a skeptic, Polly. Make all his hair fall out.’

Nobody had ever called me ‘Polly’ before – and nobody had better

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