It had gone far enough. Garion was ashamed and a little frightened by the fury of Aunt Pol’s reaction.
“I’m all right, Aunt Pol,” he called down to her through the narrow slot in the wall. “I’m up here.”
“Garion?” She looked up, trying to see him. “Where are you?”
“Up here near the ceiling,” he said, “behind the wall.”
“How did you get up there?”
“I don’t know. Some men were chasing me, and I ran. This is where I ended up.”
“Come down here at once.”
“I don’t know how, Aunt Pol,” he said. “I ran so far and took so many turns that I don’t know how to get back. I’m lost.”
“All right,” she said, regaining her composure. “Stay where you are. We’ll think of a way to get you down.”
“I hope so,” he said.
Chapter Nineteen
“Well it has to come out someplace,” King Anheg said, squinting up toward the spot where Garion waited nervously. “All he has to do is follow it.”
“And walk directly into the arms of Asharak the Murgo?” Aunt Pol asked. “He’s better off staying where he is.”
“Asharak is fleeing for his life,” Anheg said. “He’s no-where in the palace.”
“As I recall, he’s not even supposed to be in the kingdom,” she said pointedly.
“All right Pol,” Mister Wolf said. He called up, “Garion, which way does the passage run?”
“It seems to go on toward the back of the hall where the thrones are,” Garion answered. “I can’t tell for sure if it turns off or not. It’s pretty dark up here.”
“We’ll pass you up a couple of torches,” Wolf said. “Set one at the spot where you are now and then go on down the passage with the other. As long as you can see the first one, you’ll be going in a straight line.”
“Very clever,” Silk said. “I wish I were seven thousand years old so I could solve problems so easily.”
Wolf let that pass.
“I still think the safest way would be to get some ladders and break a hole in the wall,” Barak said.
King Anheg looked pained. “Couldn’t we try Belgarath’s suggestion first?” he asked.
Barak shrugged. “You’re the king.”
“Thanks,” Anheg said dryly.
A warrior fetched a long pole and two torches were passed up to Garion.
“If the line of the passageway holds straight,” Anheg said, “he should come out somewhere in the royal apartments.”
“Interesting,” King Rhodar said with one raised eyebrow. “It would be most enlightening to know if the passage led to the royal chambers or from them.”
“It’s entirely possible that the passageway is just some long-forgotten escape route,” Anheg said in an injured tone. “Our history, after all, has not been all that peaceful. There’s no need to expect the worst, is there?”
“Of course not,” King Rhodar said blandly, “no need at all.”
Garion set one of the torches beside the slot in the wall and followed the dusty passageway, looking back often to be sure that the torch was still in plain sight. Eventually he came to a narrow door which opened into the back of an empty closet. The closet was attached to a splendid-looking bedchamber, and outside there was a broad, well-lighted corridor.
Several warriors were coming down the corridor, and Garion recognized Torvik the huntsman among them. “Here I am”, he said, stepping out with a surge of relief.
“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” Torvik said with a grin.
“It wasn’t my idea,” Garion said.
“Let’s get you back to King Anheg,” Torvik said. “The lady, your Aunt, seemed concerned about you.”
“She’s angry with me, I suppose,” Garion said, falling into step beside the broad-shouldered man.
“More than likely,” Torvik said. “Women are almost alwasy angry with us for one reason or another. It’s one of the things you’ll have to get used to as you get older.”
Aunt Pol was waiting at the door to the throne room. There were no reproaches – not yet, at any rate. For one brief moment she clasped him fiercely to her and then looked at him gravely. “We’ve been waiting for you dear,” she said almost calmly; then she led him to where the others waited.
“In my grandmother’s quarters, you say?” Anheg was saying to Torvik. “What an astonishing thing. I remember her as a crotchety old lady who walked with a cane.”
“No one is born old, Anheg,” King Rhodar said with a sly look.
“I’m sure there are many explanations, Anheg,” Queen Porenn said. “My husband is just teasing you.”
“One of the men looked into the passage, your Majesty,” Torvik said tactfully. “The dust is very thick. It’s possible that it hasn’t been used in centuries.”
“What an astonishing thing,” Anheg said again.
The matter was then delicately allowed to drop, though King Rhodar’s sly expression spoke volumes.
The Earl of Seline coughed politely. “I think young Garion here may have a story for us,” he said.
“I expect he has,” Aunt Pol said, turning toward Garion. “I seem to remember telling you to stay in your room.”
“Asharak was in my room,” Garion said, “and he had warriors with him. He tried to make me with him. When I wouldn’t, he said he’d had me once and could get me again. I didn’t understand wxactly what he meant, but I told him that he’d have to catch me first. Then I ran.”
Brand, the Rivan Warder, chuckled. “I don’t see how you can find much fault with that, Polgara,” he said. “I think if I found a Grolim priest in my room, I’d probably run away too.”
“You’re sure it was Asharak?” Silk asked.
Garion nodded. “I’ve known him for a long time,” he said. “All my life, I guess. And he knew me. He called me by name.”
“I think I’d like to have a long talk with this Asharak,” Anheg said. “I want to ask him some questions about all the mischief he’s been stirring up in my kingdom.”
“I doubt if you’ll find him, Anheg,” Mister Wolf said. “He seems to be more than just a Grolim Priest. I touched his mind once – in Muros. It’s not an ordinary mind.”
“I’ll amuse myself with the search for him,” Anheg said with a bleak expression. “Not even a Grolim can walk on water so I believe I’ll just seal off all the ports in Cherek and then put my warriors to searching the mountains and forests for him. They get fat and troublesome in the wintertime anyway, and it’ll give them something to do.”
“Driving fat, troublesome warriors into the snow in the dead of winter isn’t going to make you a popular king, Anheg,” Rhodar observed.
“Offer a reward,” Silk suggested. “That way you get the job done and stay popular as well.”
“That’s an idea,” Anheg said. “What kind of reward would you suggest, Prince Kheldar?”
“Promise to equal the weight of Asharak’s head in gold,” Silk said. “That should lure the fattest warrior away from the dice cup and the ale keg.”
Anheg winced.
“He’s a Grolim,” Silk said. “They probably won’t find him, but they’ll take the kingdom apart looking. Your gold is safe, your warriors get a bit of exercise, you get a reputation for generosity, and, with every man in Cherek looking for him with an axe, Asharak’s going to be much to busy hiding to stir up any more mischief. A man whose head is more valuable to others than it is to himself has little time for foolishness.”
“Prince Kheldar,” Anheg said gravely, “you are a devious man.”
“I try, King Anheg,” Silk said with an ironic bow.
“I don’t suppose you’d care to come to work for me?” the King of Cherek offered.
“Anheg!” Rhodar protested.
Silk sighed. “Blood, King Anheg,” he said. “I’m committed to my uncle by our bonds of kinship. I’d be interested to hear your offer, though. It might help in future negotiations about compensation for my services.”
Queen Porenn’s laughter was like a small silver bell, and King Rhodar’s face became tragic. “You see,” he said. “I’m absolutely surrounded by traitors. What’s a poor fat old man to do?”
A grim-looking warrior entered the hall and marched up to Anheg. “It’s done, King,” he said. “Do you want to look at his head?”
“No,” Anheg said shortly.
“Should we put it on a pole near the harbor?” The warrior asked.
“No,” Anheg said. “Jarvik was a brave man once and my kinsman by marriage. Have him delivered to his wife for proper burial.”
The warrior bowed and left the hall.
“This problem of the Grolim, Asharak, interests me,” Queen Islena said to Aunt Pol. “Might we not between us, Lady Polgara, devise a way to locate him?” Her expression had a certain quality of self-importance to it.
Mister Wolf spoke quickly before Aunt Pol could answer. “Bravely spoken, Islena,” he said. “But we couldn’t allow the Queen of Cherek to take such a risk. I’m sure your skills are formidable, but such a search opens the mind completely. If Asharak felt you looking for him he’d retaliate instantly. Polgara wouldn’t be in any danger, but I’m afraid your mind could be blown out like a candle. It would be a great shame to have the Queen of Cherek live out the rest of her life as a raving lunatic.”