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"You want some company?" the big man offered.
Silk shook his head. "I can move faster alone."
"Be careful."
Silk grinned. "I'm always careful." He took the Murgo garments from
them and rode off to the west.
The gap into which they rode appeared to be the bed of a stream that
had dried up thousands of years before.
The water had cut down through the rock, revealing layer upon layer of
red, brown, and yellow stone lying in bands, one atop the other. The sound
of their horses' hooves was very loud as they clattered along between the
cliffs, and the wind whistled as it poured through the cut.
Taiba drew her horse in beside Garion's. She was shivering and she had
the cloak he had given her pulled tightly ahout her shoulders. "Is it
always this cold?" she asked, her large, violet eyes very wide.

"In the wintertime," he replied. "I imagine it's pretty hot here in the
summer."
"The slave pens were always the same," she told him. "We never knew
what season it was."
The twisting streambed made a sharp bend to the right, and they rode
into the light of the newly risen sun. Taiba gasped.
"What's wrong?" Garion asked her quickly.
"The light," she cried, covering her face with her hands. "It's like
fire in my eyes."
Relg, who rode directly in front of them, was also shielding his eyes.
He looked back over his shoulder at the Marag woman. "Here," he said. He
took one of the veils he usually bound across his eyes when they were in
direct sunlight and handed it back to her. "Cover your face with this
until we're back into the shadows again."
His voice was peculiarly neutral.
"Thank you," Taiba said, binding the cloth across her eyes. "I didn't
know that the sun could be so bright."
"You'll get used to it," Relg told her. "It just takes some time. Try
to protect your eyes for the first few days." He seemed about to turn and
ride on, then he looked at her curiously. "Haven't you ever seen the sun
before?" he asked her.
"No," she replied. "Other slaves told me about it, though. The Murgos
don't use women on their work gangs, so I was never taken out of the pens.
It was always dark down there."
"It must have been terrible." Garion shuddered.
She shrugged. "The dark wasn't so bad. It was the light we were afraid
of. Light meant that the Murgos were coming with torches to take someone
to the Temple to be sacrificed."
The trail they followed turned again, and they rode out of the bright
glare of sunlight. "Thank you," Taiba said to Relg, removing the veil from
her eyes and holding it out to him.
"Keep it," he told her. "You'll probably need it again." His voice
seemed oddly subdued, and his eyes had a strange gentleness in them. As he
looked at her, the haunted expression crept back over his face.
Since they had left Rak Cthol, Garion had covertly watched these two.