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and his efforts became more desperate. But each time he swung, Garion
easily parried and instantly countered with those light, flicking slashes
that inevitably drew blood. Garion felt a wild, surging exultation boiling
in his veins as he fought, and there was a fiery taste in his mouth.
Then Relg darted in out of the shadows, jerked the Murgo off balance,
and drove his hook-pointed knife up under the man's ribs. The Murgo
doubled over sharply, shuddered, then fell dead from his saddle.
"What did you do that for?" Garion demanded without thinking. "That was
my Murgo."
Barak, surveying the carnage, laughed, his sudden mirth startling in
the darkness. "He's turning savage on us, isn't he?"
"His skill is noteworthy, however," Mandorallen replied approvingly.
Garion's spirits soared. He looked around eagerly for someone else to
fight, but the Murgos were all dead.
"Were they alone?" he demanded, somewhat out of breath. "I mean, were
there any others coming along behind them? Maybe we should go look."
"We do want them to find our trail, after all," Silk reminded him.
"It's up to you of course, Garion, but if we exterminate all the Murgos in
the area, there won't be anyone left to report our direction back to Rak
Cthol, will there?"
"Oh," Garion said, feeling a little sheepish, "I forgot about that."
"You have to keep the grand plan in view, Garion, and not lose sight of
it during these little side adventures."
"Maybe I got carried away."
"A good leader can't afford to do that."
"All right." Garion began to feel embarrassed.
"I just wanted to be sure you understood, that's all."
Garion didn't answer, but he began to see what it was about Silk that
irritated Belgarath so much. Leadership was enough of a burden without
these continuously comments from the weasel-faced little man to complicate
things.
"Are you all right?" Taiba was saying to Relg with a strange note of
concern in her voice. The Ulgo was still on his knees beside the body of
the Murgo he had killed.
"Leave me alone," he told her harshly.
"Don't be stupid. Are you hurt? Let me see."
"Don't touch me!" He cringed away from her outstretched hand.
"Belgarion, make her get away from me."
Garion groaned inwardly. "What's the trouble now?" he asked.
"I killed this man," Relg replied. "There are certain things I have to
do - certain prayers - purification. She's interfering."
Garion resisted an impulse to swear. "Please, Taiba," he said as calmly
as he could, "just leave him alone."
"I just wanted to see if he was all right," Taiba answered a bit
petulantly. "I wasn't hurting him." She had an odd look on her face that
Garion could not begin to understand. As she stared at the kneeling Ulgo,
a curious little smile flickered across her lips. Without warning, she
reached her hand out toward him again.
Relg shrank back. "No!" he gasped.
Taiba chuckled, a throaty, wicked little sound, and walked away,