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his voice would not disturb the others.
"I slept a bit," Silk told him.
Durnik came out from under the canvas roof to join them, yawning and
rubbing at his eyes. "I'll relieve you now," he said to Silk. "Did you see
anything?" He squinted out toward the lowering sun.
Silk shrugged. "Some Murgos. They were a couple of miles off to the
south. I don't think anyone's found our trail yet. We might have to make
it a little more obvious for them."
Garion felt a peculiar, oppressive sort of weight on the back of his
neck. He glanced around uncomfortably.
Then, with no warning, there was a sudden sharp stab that seemed to go
straight into his mind. He gasped and tensed his will, pushing the attack
away.
"What's wrong?" Silk asked sharply.
"A Grolim," Garion snarled, clenching his will as he prepared to fight.
"Garion!" It was Aunt Pol, and her voice sounded urgent. He turned and
darted back in under the canvas with Silk and Durnik on his heels. She had
risen to her feet and was standing with her arms protectively about Errand.
"That was a Grolim, wasn't it?" Garion demanded, his voice sounding a
bit shrill.
"It was more than one," she replied tensely. "The Hierarchs control the
Grolims now that Ctuchik's dead.
They've joined their wills to try to kill Errand."
The others, awakened by her sharp cry, were stumbling to their feet and
reaching for weapons.
"Why are they after the boy?" Silk asked.
"They know that he's the only one who can touch the Orb. They think
that if he dies, we won't be able to get it out of Cthol Murgos."
"What do we do?" Garion asked her, looking around helplessly.
"I'm going to have to concentrate on protecting the child," she told
him. "Step back, Garion."
"What?"
"Get back away from me." She bent and drew a circle in the sand,
enclosing herself and the little boy in it.
"Listen to me, all of you," she said. "Until we're out of this, none of
you come any closer to me than this. I don't want any of you getting
hurt." She drew herself up, and the white lock in her hair seemed to blaze.
"Wait," Garion exclaimed.
"I don't dare. They could attack again at any moment. It's going to be
up to you to protect your grandfather and the others."
" Me?"
"You're the only one who can do it. You have the power. Use it." She
raised her hand.
"How many of them are there that I have to fight off?" Garion
demantled, but he already felt the sudden surge and the peculiar roaring
sound in his mind as Aunt Pol's will thrust out. The air about her seemed
to shimmer, distorting like heat-waves on a summer afternoon. Garion could
actually feel the barrier encircling her. "Aunt Pol?" he said to her. Then
he raised his voice and shouted, "Aunt Pol!"
She shook her head and pointed at her ear. She seemed to say something,