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She laughed. "How tedious. Can't you think of anything better to do?
Oh, I forgot," she added mockingly.
"There's all that praying too, isn't there? All that bawling at your
God about how vile you are. I think you must bore this UL of yours
tremendously sometimes, do you know that?"
Enraged, Relg raised his fist. "Don't ever speak UL's name again!"
"Will you hit me if I do? It doesn't matter that much. People have been
hitting me all my life. Go ahead, Relg.
Why don't you hit me?" She lifted her smudged face to him.
Relg's hand fell.
Sensing her advantage, Taiba put her hands to the throat of the rough
gray dress Polgara had given her. "I can stop you, Relg," she told him.
She began unfastening the dress. "Watch me. You look at me all the time
anyway - I've seen you with your hot eyes on me. You call me names and say
that I'm wicked, but still you watch. Look then. Don't try to hide it."
She continued to unfasten the front of the dress. "If you're free of
sin, my body shouldn't bother you at all."
Relg's eyes were bulging now.
"My body doesn't bother me, but it bothers you very much, doesn't it?
But is the wickedness in my mind or yours? I can sink you in sin any time
I want to. All I have to do is this." And she pulled open the front of her
dress.
Relg spun about, making strangled noises.
"Don't you want to look, Relg?" she mocked him as he fled.
"You have a formidable weapon there, Taiba," Silk congratulated her.
"It was the only weapon I had in the slave pens," she told him. "I
learned to use it when I had to." She carefully rebuttoned her dress and
turned back to Errand as if nothing had happened.
"What's all the shouting?" Belgarath mumbled, rousing slightly, and
they all turned quickly to him.
"Relg and Taiba were having a little theological discussion," Silk
replied lightly. "The finer points were very interesting. How are you?"
But the old man had already drifted back into sleep.
"At least he's starting to come around," Durnik noted.
"It will be several days before he's fully recovered," Polgara told
him, putting her hand to Belgarath's forehead.
"He's still terribly weak."
Garion slept for most of the day, wrapped in his blankets and lying on
the stony ground. When the chill and a particularly uncomfortable rock
under his hip finally woke him, it was late afternoon. Silk sat guard near
the mouth of the ravine, staring out at the black sand and the grayish
salt flats, but the rest were all asleep. As he walked quietly down to
where the little man sat, Garion noticed that Aunt Pol slept with Errand
in her arms, and he pushed away a momentary surge of jealousy. Taiba
murmured something as he passed, but a quick glance told him that she was
not awake. She was lying not far from Relg; in her sleep, her hand seemed
to be reaching out toward the slumbering Ulgo.
Silk's sharp little face was alert and he showed no signs of weariness.
"Good morning," he murmured, "or whatever."
"Don't you ever get tired?" Garion asked him, speaking quietly so that