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Authors: David Eddings

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I'd been in their wood for more than a week before I even saw a Dryad. They're timid little creatures, and they don't really care to come into contact with outsiders - except at certain times of the year. Dryads are all females, of course, so they're obliged to have occasional contacts with the males - of various species - in order to reproduce.

 

I'm sure you get the picture.

 

I didn't really make an effort to find any Dryads. Technically, they're ‘monsters,' though certainly not as dangerous as the Eldrakyn or Algroths, but I still didn't want any incidents.

Evidently, though, it was ‘that time of year' for the first Dryad I encountered, because she'd laid aside her customary shyness and was aggressively trying to track me down. When I first saw her, she was standing in the middle of the forest path I was following. She had flaming red hair, and she was no bigger than a minute. She was, however, holding a fully drawn bow, and her arrow was pointed directly at my heart. ‘You'd better stop,' she advised me.

I did that - immediately.

Once she was certain that I wasn't going to try to run, she became
very
friendly. She told me that her name was Xana, and that she had plans for me. She even apologized for the bow. She explained it by telling me that travelers were rare in the Wood, and that a Dryad with certain things on her mind had to take some precautions to prevent escapes.

I tried to explain to her that what she was proposing was wildly inappropriate, but I couldn't seem to get through to her. She was a
very
determined little creature.

 

I think I'll just let it go at that. What happened next isn't central to the story I'm telling, and there's no point in being deliberately offensive.

 

Dryads customarily share things with their sisters, so Xana introduced me to other Dryads as well. They all pampered me, but there was no getting around the fact that I was a captive - a slave, if we want to be blunt about it - and my situation was more than a little degrading. I didn't make an issue of it, though. I smiled a lot, did what was expected of me, and waited for an opportunity. As soon as I had a moment alone, I slipped into the form of the wolf and loped off into the wood. They searched for me, of course, but they didn't know what they were looking for, so I had no trouble evading them.

I reached the north bank of the River of the Woods, swam across, and shook the water out of my fur. You might want to keep that in mind: if you take the form of a furred creature and you happen to get wet before you change back, always shake off the excess water first. Otherwise, your clothes will be dripping when you resume your real form.

I was in Nyissa now, so I didn't have to worry about Dryads any more. I started keeping a sharp eye out for snakes instead. Normal humans make some effort to keep the snake-population under control, but the snake is a part
of the Nyissan religion, so they don't. Their jungles are literally alive with slithering reptiles - all venomous. I managed to get bitten three times during my first day in that stinking swamp, and that made me
extremely
cautious. It wasn't hard to counteract the venom, fortunately, but being bitten by a snake is never pleasant.

The war with the Marags had seriously altered Nyissan society. Before the Marag invasion, the Nyissans had cleared away large plots of jungle and built cities and connecting highways. Highways provide invasion routes, however, and a city, by its very existence, proclaims the presence of large numbers of people and valuable property. You might as well invite attack. Salmissra realized that, and she ordered her subjects to disperse and to allow the jungle to reclaim all the towns and roads. This left only the capital at Sthiss Tor, and since I'd sort of drifted into the self-appointed task of making a survey of the kingdoms of the west, I decided to pay a call on the Serpent Queen.

The Marag invasion had occurred almost a hundred years earlier, but there were still abundant signs of the devastation it had caused. The abandoned cities, choked in vines and bushes, still showed evidence of fire and of the kind of destruction siege-engines cause. Now the Nyissans themselves scrupulously avoided those uninviting ruins. When you get right down to it, Nyissa is a theocracy. Salmissra is not only queen, but also the High Priestess of the Serpent God. Thus, when
she
gives an order, her people automatically obey her, and she'd ordered them to go live out in the brush with the snakes.

I was a little footsore when I reached Sthiss Tor, and
very
hungry. You have to be careful about what you eat in Nyissa. Virtually every plant and a fair number of the birds and animals are either narcotic, or poisonous, or both.

I located a ferry-landing and crossed the River of the Serpent to the garish city of Sthiss Tor. The Nyissans are an inspired people. The rest of the world likes to believe that inspiration is a gift from the Gods, but the Nyissans
have found a simpler way to achieve that peculiar ecstasy. Their jungles abound with various plants with strange properties, and the snake-people are daring experimenters. I knew a Nyissan once who was addicted to nine different narcotics. He was the happiest fellow I've ever known. It's probably not a good idea to have your house designed by an architect with a chemically augmented imagination, however. Assuming that it doesn't collapse on the workmen during construction, it's likely to have any number of peculiar features - stairways that don't go anyplace, rooms that there's no way to get into, doors that open out into nothing but air, and assorted other inconveniences. It's also likely to be painted a color which doesn't have a name and has never appeared in any rainbow.

I knew where Salmissra's palace was, since Beldin and I had been in Sthiss Tor during the Marag invasion, so I wasn't obliged to ask directions of people who didn't even know where
they
were, much less where anything else was.

The functionaries in the palace were all shaved-headed eunuchs. There's probably a certain logic there. From puberty onward, the assorted Salmissras are kept on a regimen of various compounds that slow the normal aging process. It's very important that Salmissra forever looks the same as the original handmaiden of Issa. Unfortunately, one of the side-effects of those compounds is a marked elevation of the Queen's appetite - and I'm not talking about food. Salmissra
does
have a kingdom to run, and if her servants were functional adult males, she'd probably never get anything done.

 

Please, I'm trying to put this as delicately as possible.

 

The queen knew that I was coming, of course. One of the qualifications for the throne of Nyissa is the ability to perceive things that others can't. It's not exactly like
our
peculiar gift, but it serves its purpose. The eunuchs greeted me with genuflections and various other fawning gestures of
respect and immediately escorted me to the throne room. The current Salmissra, naturally, looked the same as all her predecessors, and she was reclining on a divanlike throne, admiring her reflection in a mirror and stroking the bluntly pointed head of a pet snake. Her gown was diaphanous, and it left very little to the imagination. The huge stone statue of Issa, the Serpent God, loomed behind the dais where his current handmaiden lay.

‘Hail, Eternal Salmissra,' the eunuch who was escorting me intoned, prostrating himself on the polished floor.

‘The Chief Eunuch approaches the throne,' the dozen red-robed functionaries intoned in unison.

‘What is it, Sthess?' Salmissra replied in an indifferent sort of voice.

‘Ancient Belgarath entreats audience with the Beloved of Issa.'

Salmissra turned her head slowly and gazed at me with those colorless eyes of hers. ‘The Handmaiden of Issa greets the Disciple of Aldur,' she proclaimed.

‘Fortunate the Disciple of Aldur to be received by the Serpent Queen,' the chorus intoned.

‘You're looking well, Salmissra,' I responded, cutting across about a half-hour of tedious formality.

‘Do you really think so, Belgarath?' She said it with a kind of girlish ingenuousness which suggested that she was quite young - probably no more than two or three years on the throne.

‘You always look well, dear,' I replied. The little endearment was probably a violation of all sorts of rules, but I felt that, considering her age, I could get away with it.

‘The honored guest greets Eternal Salmissra,' the chorus announced.

‘Do you suppose we could dispense with that?' I asked, jerking my thumb over my shoulder at the kneeling eunuchs. ‘You and I need to talk, and all that singing distracts my attention.'

‘A
private
audience, Belgarath?' she asked me archly.

I winked at her with a sly smirk.

‘It is our pleasure that the Ancient One shall divulge his mind to us in private,' she announced to her worshipers. ‘You have our permission to withdraw.'

‘Well,
really
!' I heard one of them mutter in an outraged tone.

‘Remain if you wish, Kass,' Salmissra said to the protestor in an indifferent tone of voice. ‘Know, however, that no one living will hear what passes between me and the disciple of Aldur. Go and live - or stay and die.' She had style, I'll give her that. Her offer cleared the throne room immediately.

‘Well,' she said, her colorless eyes smoldering, ‘now that we're alone.' She left it hanging suggestively.

‘Ah, don't y' be after temptin' me, Darlin',' I said, grinning. Beldin had gotten away with that; why couldn't I?

She actually laughed. That was the only time I
ever
heard one of the hundred or more Salmissras do that.

‘Let's get down to business, Salmissra,' I suggested briskly. ‘I've been conducting a survey of the western kingdoms, and I think we might profitably exchange some information.'

‘I hunger for your words, Ancient One,' she said, her face taking on an outrageously vapid expression. This one had a very sharp mind and a highly developed sense of humor. I quickly altered my approach. An intelligent Salmissra was a dangerous novelty.

‘You know what happened in Mallorea, of course,' I began.

‘Yes,' she replied simply. ‘Congratulations.'

‘Thank you.'

‘Would you like to sit here?' she invited, rising to a half-sitting position and patting the seat of the divan beside her.

‘Ah - thanks, but I think better on my feet. Aloria's been divided into four separate kingdoms now.'

‘Yes, I know. How did you ever browbeat Cherek into permitting that?'

‘I didn't. Belar did.'

‘Is Cherek really that religious?'

‘He didn't
like
it, but he saw the necessity for it. Riva's got the Orb now, and he's on the Isle of the Winds. You might want to warn your sea-captains to stay away from the Isle. Cherek's got a fleet of war-boats, and they'll sink any ship that goes within fifty leagues of Riva's island.'

Her colorless eyes grew speculative. ‘I just had a very interesting thought, Belgarath.'

‘Oh?'

‘Is Riva married yet?'

‘No. He's still a bachelor.'

‘You might tell him that
I'm
not married, either. Doesn't that suggest something rather interesting to you? It certainly does to me.'

I almost choked on that one. ‘You're not really serious, are you?'

‘It's something worth exploring, don't you think? Nyissa's a small nation, and my people don't make very good soldiers. The Marag invasion taught us that. If Riva and I were to marry, it'd form a very interesting alliance.'

‘Don't the rules say that you're not supposed to marry?'

‘Rules are tiresome, Belgarath. People like you and me can ignore them when it suits us. Let's be honest here. I'm the figurehead ruler of a weak nation, and I don't like that very much. I think I'd like to take real power instead. An alliance with the Alorns might just make that possible.'

‘You'd be flying in the face of tradition, you know.'

‘Traditions are like rules, Belgarath. They're made to be ignored. Issa's been dormant for a long time now. The world's changing, and if Nyissa doesn't change, too, we'll be left behind. We'll be a small, primitive backwater. I think I might just be the one to change that.'

‘It wouldn't work, Salmissra,' I told her.

‘My sterility, you mean? I can take care of that. All I have to do is stop taking those drugs, and I'll be as fertile as any young woman. I'll be able to give Riva a son to rule his island, and he can give me a daughter to rule here. We
could alter the balance of power in this part of the world.'

I laughed. ‘It'd send the Tolnedrans into hysterics, if nothing else.'

‘That in itself would be worth the trouble.'

‘It would indeed, but I'm afraid it's out of the question. Riva's already been spoken for.'

‘Oh? Who's the lucky girl?'

‘I haven't any idea. It's one of those marriages made in heaven. The Gods have already selected Riva's bride.'

She sighed. ‘Pity,' she murmured. ‘Ah, well. Riva's still only a boy. I suppose I could educate him, but that's sort of tiresome. I prefer experienced men.'

I moved on rather quickly. This was a
very
dangerous young lady. ‘The Arendish civil war's heating up. Asturia and Wacune are currently allied against Mimbre - at least they were when I was there. It was two whole months ago, though, so the situation might have changed by now.'

‘Arends,' she sighed, rolling her eyes upward.

‘Amen to
that
. The second Honethite Dynasty's winding down in Tolnedra. They might be able to squeeze out one or two more emperors, but that well's almost dry. The Vorduvians are waiting in the wings - not very patiently.'

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