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in the dim cavern.
And then there was a flicker of movement, and Relg emerged from the
rock wall carrying the half naked Taiba.
Her arms were desperately clasped about his neck, and her face was
buried in his shoulder. She was whimpering in tenor and trembling
uncontrollably.
Relg's face was twisted into an agony. Tears of anguish streamed openly
from his eyes, and his teeth were clenched as if he were in the grip of
intolerable pain. His arms, however, cradled the ternfied slave woman
protectively, almost gently, and even when they were free of the rock, he
held her closely against him as if he intended to hold her thus forever.

Chapter Two
IT WAS NOON by the time they reached the foot of the basalt tower and
the large cave where they had left the horses. Silk went to the cave mouth
to stand watch as Barak carefully lowered Belgarath to the floor. "He's
heavier than he looks," the big man grunted, wiping the sweat from his
face. "Shouldn't he be starting to come around?"
"It may be days before he's fully conscious," Polgara replied. "Just
cover him and let him sleep."
"How's he going to ride?"
"I'll take care of that."
"Nobody's going to be riding anywhere for a while," Silk announced from
the narrow mouth of the cave. "The Murgos are swarming around out there
like hornets."
"We'll wait until dark," Polgara decided. "We all need some rest
anyway." She pushed back the hood of her Murgo robe and went to one of the
packs they had piled against the cave wall when they had entered the night
before. "I'll see about something to eat, then you'd all better sleep."
Taiba, the slave woman, wrapped once again in Garion's cloak, had been
watching Relg almost continually. Her large, violet eyes glowed with
gratitude mingled with a faint puzzlement. "You saved my life," she said
to him in a rich, throaty voice. She leaned slightly toward him as she
spoke. It was an unconscious gesture, Garion was certain, but it was
distinctly noticeable. "Thank you," she added, her hand moving to rest
lightly on the zealot's arm.
Relg cringed back from her. "Don't touch me," he gasped. She stared at
him in amazement, her hand still half extended. "You must never put your
hands on me," he told her. "Never." Taiba's look was incredulous. Her life
had been spent almost entirely in darkness, and she had never learned to
keep her emotions from showing on her face. Amazement gave way to
humiliation, and her expression settled then into a kind of stiff, sullen
pout as she turned quickly away from the man who had just so harshly
rejected her. The cloak slipped from her shoulders as she turned, and the
few rags she had for clothing scarcely concealed her nakedness. Despite
her tangled hair and the dirty smudges on her limbs, there was a lush,
inviting ripeness about her. Relg stared at her and he began to tremble.
Then he quickly turned, moved as far away from her as possible, and
dropped to his knees, praying desperately and pressing his face against
the rocky floor of the cave.