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him in so many ways that the boy who had crept out through the gate at
Faldor's farm in the middle of a windswept autumn night no longer even
existed. Garion could feel the power he had discovered within himself even
now and he knew that power was there for a reason. There had been hints
along the way - vague, half spoken, sometimes only implied - that the
return of the Orb to its proper place was only a beginning of something
much larger and much more serious. Garion was absolutely certain that this
was not the end of it.
"It's about time,"the dry voice in his mind said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Why do I have to explain this every single time?"
"Explain what?"
"That 1 know what you're thinking. It's not as if we were completely
separate, you know."
"All right, then. Where do we go from here?"
"To Riva."
"And after that?"
"We'll see."
"You aren't going to tell me?"
"No. Not yet. You haven't come nearly as far as you think you have.
There's still a very long way to go. "
"If you aren't going to tell me anything, why don't you just leave me
alone?"
"I just wanted to advise you not to make any long-term plans. The
recovery of the Orb was only a step - an important one - but only a
beginning."
And then, as if mention of it somehow reminded the Orb of Garion's
presence, its song returned in full force, and Garion's concentration
dissolved.
Not much later, Relg stopped, lifting the faint light aloft.
"What's the trouble?" Barak demanded, lowering Belgarath to the floor
again.

"'The ceiling fell in," Relg replied, pointing at the rubble choking
the passageway ahead. "We can't get through."
He looked at Aunt Pol. "I'm sorry," he said, and Garion felt that he
really meant it. "That woman we left down here is on the other side of the
cave-in."
"Find another way," she told him shortly.
"There isn't any. This was the only passageway leading to the pool
where we found her."
"We'll have to clear it then."
Relg shook his head gravely. "We'd just bring more of it down on top of
us. It probably fell in on her as well - at least we can hope so."
"Isn't that just a bit contemptible, Relg?" Silk asked pointedly.
The Ulgo turned to regard the little man. "She has water there and
sufficient air to breathe. If the cave-in didn't kill her, she could live
for weeks before she starves to death." There was a peculiar, quiet regret
in Relg's voice.
Silk stared at him for a moment. "Sorry, Relg," he said finally. "I