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"Let us find some defensible spot then, my Lord, and give them reason
to look for us elsewhere," Mandorallen suggested gaily.
"Interesting notion," Barak replied, "but I'm afraid it wouldn't work.
Sooner or later they're going to find us."
"I'll take care of it," Relg said quietly, breaking off his praying and
getting to his feet. The ritual formulas had not helped him, and his eyes
were haunted.
"I'll go with you," Barak offered.
Relg shook his head. "You'd just be in my way," he said shortly,
already moving toward the passage leading back into the mountain. "What's
come over him?" Barak asked, puzzled.
"I think our friend's having a religious crisis," Silk observed from
the mouth of the cave where he kept watch.
"Another one?"
"It gives him something to occupy his spare moments," Silk replied
lightly.
"Come and eat," Aunt Pol told them, laying slices of bread and cheese
on top of one of the packs. "Then I want to have a look at the cut on your
leg, Mandorallen."
After they had eaten and Polgara had bandaged Mandorallen's knee, she
dressed Taiba in a peculiar assortment of clothes Durnik had taken from
the packs. Then she turned her attention to the little boy. He returned
her grave look with one just as serious, then reached out and touched the
white lock at her brow with curious fingers. With a start of remembrance,
Garion recalled how many times he had touched that lock with the selfsame
gesture, and the memory of it raised a momentary irrational surge of
jealousy, which he quickly suppressed.
The little boy smiled with sudden delight. "Errand," he said firmly,
offering the Orb to Aunt Pol.
She shook her head. "No, child," she told him. "I'm afraid I'm not the
one." She dressed him in clothing that had to be rolled up and taken in
with bits of twine in various places, then sat down with her back against
the wall of the cave and held out her arms to him. Obediently he climbed
into her lap, put one arm about her neck and kissed her. Then he nestled
his face down against her, sighed and immediately fell asleep. She looked
down at him with a strange expression on her face - a peculiar mixture of
wonder and tenderness - and Garion fought down another wave of jealousy.
There was a grinding rumble in the caves above them.
"What's that?" Durnik asked, looking around with apprehension.
"Relg, I'd imagine," Silk told him. "He seems to be taking steps to
head off the Murgos."
"I hope he doesn't get carried away," Durnik said nervously, gland ing
at the rock ceiling.
"How longs it going to take to get to the Vale?" Barak asked.
"A couple of weeks, probably," Silk replied. "A lot's going to depend
on the terrain and how quickly the Grolims can organize a search for us.
If we can get enough of a headstart to put down a good false trail, we can
send them all running off to the west toward the Tolnedran border, and we
can move toward the Vale without needing to waste all that time dodging
and hiding." The little man grinned. "The notion of deceiving the whole