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Murgo nation appeals to me," he added.
"You don't have to get too creative," Barak told him. "Hettar's going
to be waiting for us in the Vale - along with King Cho-Hag and half the
clans of Algaria. They'll be awfully disappointed if we don't bring them
at least a few Murgos."

"Life's full of little disappointments," Silk told him sardonically.
"As I remember it, the eastern edge of the Vale is very steep and rough.
It will take a couple of days at least to make it down, and I don't think
we'll want to try it with all of Murgodom snapping at our heels."
It was midafternoon when Relg returned. His exertions seemed to have
quieted some of the turmoil in his mind, but there was still a haunted
look in his eyes, and he deliberately avoided Taiba's violet-eyed gaze. "I
pulled down the ceilings of all the galleries leading to this cave," he
reported shortly. "We're safe now."
Polgara, who had seemed asleep, opened her eyes. "Get some rest," she
told him.
He nodded and went immediately to his blankets.
They rested in the cave through the remainder of the day, taking turns
on watch at the narrow opening. The wasteland of black sand and
wind-scoured rock lying out beyond the tumbled scree at the base of the
pinnacle was alive with Murgo horsemen scurrying this way and that in a
frenzied, disorganized search.
"They don't seem to know what they're doing," Garion observed quietly
to Silk as the two of them watched. The sun was just sinking into a bank
of cloud on the western horizon, staining the sky fiery red, and the stiff
wind brought a dusty chill with it as it seeped into the cave opening.
"I imagine that things are a bit scrambled up in Rak Cthol," Silk
replied. "No one's in charge any more, and that confuses Murgos. They tend
to go all to pieces when there's nobody around to give them orders."
"Isn't that going to make it hard for us to get out of here?" Garion
asked. "What I mean is that they're not going anyplace. They're just
milling around. How are we going to get through them?"
Silk shrugged. "We'll just pull up our hoods and mill around with the
rest of them." He pulled the coarse cloth of the Murgo robe he wore closer
about him to ward off the chill and turned to look back into the cave.
"The sun's going down," he reported.
"Let's wait until it's completely dark," Polgara replied. She was
carefully bundling the little boy up in one of Garion's old tunics.
"Once we get out a ways, I'll drop a few odds and ends," Silk said.
"Murgos can be a little dense sometimes, and we wouldn't want them to miss
our trail." He turned to look back out at the sunset. "It's going to be a
cold night," he remarked to no one in particular.
"Garion," Aunt Pol said, rising to her feet, "you and Durnik stay close
to Taiba. She's never ridden before, and she might need some help at
first."
"What about the little boy?" Dumik asked.
"He'll ride with me."
"And Belgarath?" Mandorallen inquired, glancing over at the stilh
sleeping old sorcerer.