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"When the time comes, we'll just put him on his horse," Polgara
replied. "I can keep him in his saddle - as long as we don't make any
sudden changes in direction. Is it getting any darker?"
"We'd better wait for a little longer," Silk answered. "There's still
quite a bit of light out there."
They waited. The evening sky began to turn purple, and the first stars
came out, glittering cold and very far away. Torches began to appear among
the searching Murgos. "Shall we go?" Silk suggested, rising to his feet.
They led their horses quietly out of the cave and down across the scree
to the sand. There they stopped for several moments while a group of
Murgos carrying torches galloped by several hundred yards out. "Don't get
separated," Silk told them as they mounted.
"How far is it to the edge of the wasteland?" Barak asked the little
man, grunting as he climbed up onto his horse.
"Two days' hard riding," Silk replied. "Or nights in this case. We'll
probably want to take cover when the sun's out. We don't look all that
much like Murgos."
"Let's get started," Polgara told him.
They moved out at a walk, going slowly until Taiba became more sure of
herself and Belgarath showed that he could stay in his saddle even though
he could not yet communicate with anyone. Then they nudged their horses
into a canter that covered a great deal of ground without exhausting the
horses.
As they crossed the first ridge, they rode directly into a large group
of Murgos carrying torches.
"Who's there?" Silk demanded sharply, his voice harsh with the
characteristic accents of Murgo speech.
"Identify yourselves."
"We're from Rak Cthol," one of the Murgos answered respectfully.
"I know that, blockhead," Silk barked. "I asked your identity."
"Third Phalanx," the Murgo said stiffly.
"That's better. Put out those torches. How do you expect to see
anything beyond ten feet with them flaring in your eyes?"
The torches were immediately extinguished.
"Move 'your search to the north," Silk commanded. "The Ninth Phalanx is
covering this sector."
"But "
"Are you going to argue with me`?"

"No, but "
"Move! Now!"
The Murgos wheeled their horses about and galloped off into the
darkness.
"Clever," Barak said admiringly.
Silk shrugged. "Pretty elementary," he replied. "People are grateful
for a bit of direction when they're confused.
Let's move along, shall we?"
There were other encounters during the long, cold, moonless night as
they rode west. They were inescapable in view of the hordes of Murgos
scouring the wasteland in search of them, but Silk handled each such