Belgarath the Sorcerer (24 page)

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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?
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I came out second best in an encounter with a skunk when I was a boy. It's the sort of thing you remember
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I can imagine. Keep going, and keep your ears open
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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'd have missed it even if I'd been asleep. There's a version of the BOOK OF TORAK which 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 hold it up so that they can see it.'

‘I thought you said I wasn't supposed to.'

‘I didn't say that you were going to use it. I just told you to hold it up. I want the Chandim to be able to see it -
and
I want
it
to be able to see
them
.'

‘What good's that going to do?'

Actually, I wasn't really sure, but I had a strong hunch about what would happen. ‘If d take too long to explain. Have I been wrong yet?'

‘Well - I suppose not.'

‘Then you'll just have to trust me when I tell you that I know what I'm doing.' I was praying rather fervently that I
did
, in fact, know what I was doing.

It wasn't very long before several dozen Hounds came loping around a bend in that frozen river. ‘All right, Riva,' I said. ‘Now's the time. Raise up the Orb. Don't give it any orders, just hold it up. Don't squeeze it. I know how strong your hands are. If you get excited and crush the Orb, we're in trouble.'

‘I thought we already were,' Cherek muttered somewhere behind me.

‘I heard that,' I threw back over my shoulder at him.

Riva sighed, took out the Orb, and held it over his head. ‘Good bye, father,' he said mournfully.

The Hounds running after us skidded to a stop on the slippery river as they caught sight of the glowing Orb in Riva's upraised hand.

Then the Orb stopped glowing. It flickered and then went dark.

Riva groaned.

Then the Orb woke up again, and it didn't glow blue this time. The light that blazed forth from it was pure white, and it was about three times brighter than the sun.

The Chandim fled, howling in pain, stumbling, bumping into each other, and with their toenails shrieking across the ice.

I don't know if any of those Grolims ever regained their sight, but I
do
know that they were all totally blind when they ran back up the river.

‘Well,' I said with a certain astonishment, ‘what do you know? It worked after all. What an amazing thing!'

‘
Belgarath
!' There was a note of anguish in Cherek's voice. ‘Are you saying that you didn't
know
?'

‘It was theoretically sound,' I replied, ‘but you never really know about theories until you try them out.'

‘What happened?' Dras demanded.

I shrugged. ‘Riva's forbidden to use the Orb. That's why the Orb permits him to touch it.
He
couldn't do anything, but the Orb
could
- and it did. The Orb doesn't like Torak - or the Angaraks. It
does
like Riva, though. I deliberately put him in danger, and that forced the Orb to take matters into its own hands. It worked out rather well, don't you think?'

They stared at me in absolute horror. ‘Remind me never to play dice with you, Belgarath,' Dras said in a trembling voice. ‘You take too many chances.'

With Ctuchik and Torak both to drive them, more of the Hounds came back down the river after us, and a fair number of Grolims as well. There were mounted men following along behind the Grolims, helmeted men in mail shirts and carrying assorted weapons. Those were the first Murgos I ever saw. I didn't like them then, and my opinion of them hasn't improved over the years. Their horses were somewhat bigger than the scrubby little ponies found on
the other side of the Sea of the East, but the Murgos were still too big for their mounts.

 

All right, I'll be mentioning Murgos and Nadraks and Thulls from time to time as we go along, so I'm going to sort them out for you. The three Angarak tribes that migrated to the western continent after the destruction of Cthol Mishrak were
not
, in fact, tribes at all. They were all Angaraks, but the almost two thousand years that they had lived in the City of Night had modified them. The differences between them were not racial nor tribal, but rather were based on class. The word ‘Murgo' in old Angarak meant warrior; the word ‘Nadrak' meant townsman; and the word ‘Thull' meant peasant or serf. Murgos are built like soldiers, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted and generally athletic. Nadraks tend to be leaner. Thulls are built like oxen. Torak had been so intent on trying to subdue the Orb that he hadn't paid any attention to what was happening to the inhabitants of Cthol Mishrak as a result of two thousand years of what might be called selective breeding, and he assumed that they differed from each other because they were of different tribes. That's one of the reasons that the Angarak societies he exported to the west didn't work very well. Murgos felt that work was beneath their dignity; Thulls were too stupid to set up anything even resembling a government; and Nadraks had nobody to swindle but each other.

Have you got all that straight? Try to remember it. I don't want to have to go through it all again. I repeat myself often enough as it is.

 

The Hounds had been made wary by what had happened to their pack-mates, so they held back while the Murgos and Grolims rushed to the attack. I didn't even have to tell Riva what to do this time. He took out the Orb and held it up over his head.

Once again the Orb flickered and went out, and once
again it took fire. It went a little further this time, however. It was probably the first time in its history that Cthol Mishrak had been fully illuminated, and the western slopes of the Karandese mountains
and
the Sea of the East as far north as the pole and as far west as the shores of Morindland were engulfed in a light that was at least as bright as the light that reached us at Korim three thousand years later.

The charging Murgos and Grolims were instantly incinerated by that awful light. I discovered something about the Orb in that moment. It had a certain innate sense of decency. It warned people before it unleashed its power on them. That's what the blinding of the Hounds had been - a warning. There was only one, though. If people chose to ignore the Orb's first warning, they didn't get a second.

The Alorns and I were stunned by the enormity of what had just happened, and the Hounds took advantage of our momentary confusion to circle around along the riverbanks to get ahead of us, and that made it possible for them to slow us down. That single flash of brilliant light had temporarily blinded
us
, too, and we floundered along in the darkness after it subsided. Our near-blindness, coupled with the periodic suicidal charges of individual Hounds, slowed us to the point that we continued down-river at a crawl.

‘How much farther to the coast?' Cherek panted.

‘I have no idea,' I admitted.

‘This isn't turning out well, Belgarath.'

‘You worry too much.' I turned teary eyes at his youngest son. ‘Keep holding it up in the air, Riva. Let it see what's coming after us.'

We kept going down the river, our trip punctuated by a series of bright flashes and what sounded like thunderclaps as the Orb exploded the Hounds that came rushing at us from the riverbanks.

‘They're coming up from behind us, Belgarath!' Dras called from the rear. ‘Torak's with them!'

I swore. I hadn't expected this. It's not like the Gods to take a hand in these skirmishes. -
Is he supposed to do that?
- I threw the question into the echoing vaults of my mind.

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No, he's not!
- My passenger sounded suddenly very angry. -
He's cheating!
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Does that mean that the rules have been suspended?
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I think it does. Be careful though. We don't want to blow up this whole side of the universe
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I choked a little on that -
Do you want me to do it?
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Absolutely not! If you take up the Orb, it'll attach itself to you, and you'll never be able to get rid of it. You'd have to become its guardian, and you don't have time for that. Tell Riva what to do. Don't let him destroy Torak, whatever happens. He's not the one who's supposed to do that
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‘Cherek!' I said sharply, ‘Take Dras and Algar! Hold those people back while I talk to Riva!'

The King of Aloria nodded grimly, and the three of them spread out on the ice, their weapons ready. The Murgo skirmishers in the forefront of the advancing Angaraks got a quick lesson in the virtue of prudence at that point. It's
not
a good idea to try to attack large Alorns when they're ready for you.

‘Listen very carefully, Riva,' I told Iron-grip. ‘I want you to concentrate on your hand.'

‘What?'

‘You don't have to understand. Just look at the Angaraks and think about what you'd like to do to them, but think about your hand at the same time. The Orb's a weapon, but you don't have to swing it. Just be aware of it, and it'll do what you want it to do.'

‘I thought you said that I wasn't supposed to do that,' he objected.

‘The rules have changed. The other side's cheating, so we're going to cheat a little, too.
Don't
try to hurt Torak, though. You'll destroy the world if you do.'

‘I'll do
what
?'

‘You heard me. Concentrate on obliterating the Angaraks
instead. Torak's clever enough to get the point - eventually. He probably won't cheat again.'

‘I'll do what I can.' Riva didn't sound too sure of himself. He raised the Orb, though, and I could feel his Will building as he concentrated on the advancing Angaraks.

But nothing happened.

‘You've got to release it!' I shouted at him.

‘What?'

‘You've got the thought right, but you've got to turn it loose!'

‘How?'

‘Say something!'

‘What do I say?'