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Taiba pursed her lips into a sensual pout and looked back over her
shoulder at the retreating zealot. "You know,"
she said, "I think he's actually afraid of me." She laughed then, that
same low, wicked little laugh, and lifted her arms to run her fingers
through the glory of her midnight hair. "No one's ever been afraid of me
before - not ever. I think I rather like it. Will you excuse me?" She
turned her horse without waiting for a reply and quite deliberately rode
back after the fleeing Relg.
Garion thought about it as he rode on through the narrow, twisting
canyon. He realized that there was a strength in Taiba that none of them
had suspected, and he finally concluded that Relg was in for a very bad
time.
He trotted on ahead to speak to Aunt Po1 about it as she rode with her
arms about Errand.
"It's really none of your busincss, Garion," she told him. "Relg and
Taiba can work out their problems without any help from you."
"I was just curious, that's all. Relg's tearing himself apart, and
Taiba's all confused about him. What's really going on between them, Aunt
Pol?"
"Something very necessary," she replied.
"You could say that about nearly everything that happens, Aunt Pol." It
was almost an accusation. "You could even say that the way Ce'Nedra and I
quarrel all the time is necessary too, couldn't you?"
She looked slightly amused. "It's not exactly the same thing, Garion,"
she answered, "but there's a certain necessity about that too."
"That's ridiculous," he scoffed.
"Is it really? Then why do you suppose the two of you go out of your
way so much to aggravate each other?"
He had no answer for that, but the entire notion worried him. At the
same time the very mention of Ce'Nedra's name suddenly brought her sharply
into his mind, and he realized that he actually missed her. He rode along
in silence beside Aunt Pol for a while, feeling melancholy. Finally he
sighed.
"And why so great a sigh?"
"It's all over, isn't it?"
"What's that?"
"This whole thing. I mean - we've recovered the Orb. That's what this
was all about, wasn't it?"
"There's more to it than that, Garion - much more - and we're not out
of Cthol Murgos yet, are we?"
"You're not really worried about that, are you?" But then, as if her
question had suddenly uncovered some lingering doubts in his own mind, he
stared at her in sudden apprehension. "What would happen if we didn't?"
he blurted. "If we didn't make it out, I mean. What would happen to the
West if we didn't get the Orb back to Riva?"
"Things would become unpleasant."
"There'd be a war, wouldn't there? And the Angaraks would win, and
there'd be Grolims everywhere with their knives and their altars." The
thought of Grolims marching up to the gates of Faldor's farm outraged him.
"Don't go borrowing trouble, Garion. Let's worry about one thing at a