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But Durnik could not answer. His face was ashen and contorted with
agony as he twisted in the dirt.
Garion felt a strange, alien pressure and he understood instantly.
Thwarted in their attempts to kill Errand, the Hierarchs were directing
their attacks at the others in the hope of forcing Aunt Pol to drop her
shield. A terrible rage boiled up in him. His blood seemed to burn, and a
fierce cry came to his lips.
"Calmly." It was the voice within his mind again.
"What do 1 do?"
"Get out into the sunlight."
Garion did not understand that, but he ran out past the horses into the
pale morning light.
"Put yourself into your shadow. "
He looked down at the shadow stretching out on the ground in front of
him and obeyed the voice. He wasn't sure exactly how he did it, but he
poured his will and his awareness into the shadow.
"Now, follow the trail of their thought back to them. Quickly." Garion
felt himself suddenly flying. Enclosed in his shadow, he touched the
still-writhing Durnik once like a sniffing hound, picked up the direction
of the concerted thought that had felled his friend, and then flashed
through the air back over the miles of wasteland toward the wreckage of
Rak Cthol. He had, it seemed, no weight, and there was an odd purplish
cast to everything he saw.
He felt his immensity as he entered the room with the cracked wall
where the nine black-robed old men sat, trying with the concerted power of
their minds to kill Durnik. Their eyes were all focused on a huge ruby,
nearly the size of a man's head, which lay flickering in the center of the
table around which they sat. The slanting rays of the morning sun had
distorted and enlarged Garion's shadow, and he filled one corner of the
room, bending slightly so that he could fit under the ceiling. "Stop!" he
roared at the evil old men. "Leave Durnik alone!"
They flinched back from his sudden apparition, and he could feel the
thought they were directing at Durnik through the stone on the table
falter and begin to fall apart. He took a threatening step and saw them
cringe away from him in the purple light that half clouded his vision.
Then one of the old men-very thin and with a long dirty beard and
completely hairless scalp - seemed to recover from his momentary fright.
"Stand firm!" he snapped at the others. "Keep the thought on the Sendar!"
"Leave him alone!" Garion shouted at them.
"Who says so?" the thin old man drawled insultingly.
"I do."
"And just who are you?"
"I am Belgarion. Leave my friends alone."
The old man laughed, and his laugh was as chilling as Ctuchik's had
been. "Actually, you're only Belgarion's shadow," he corrected. "We know
the trick of the shadow. You can talk and bluster and threaten, but that's
all you can do. You're just a powerless shade, Belgarion."
"Leave us alone!"
"And what will you do if we don't?" The old man's face was filled with
contemptuous amusement.