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clasped together behind his back and an angry look on his face. "This
isn't working out the way I'd expected," he said finally. "I hadn't
counted on the horses playing out on us."
"Is there any place we can hide?" Barak asked.
Belgarath shook his head. "This is all grassland," he replied. "There
aren't any rocks or caves or trees, and it's going to be impossible to
cover our tracks." He kicked at the tall grass. "This isn't turning out
too well," he admitted glumly. "We're all alone out here on exhausted
horses." He chewed thoughtfully at his lower lip. "The nearest help is in
the Vale. I think we'd better turn south and make for it. We're fairly
close."
"How close?" Silk asked.
"Ten leagues or so."
"That's going to take all day, Belgarath. I don't think we've got that
long."
"We might have to tamper with the weather a bit," Belgarath conceded.
"I don't like doing that, but I might not have any choice." There was a
distant low rumble somewhere off to the north. The little boy looked up
and smiled at Aunt Pol. "Errand?" he asked.
"Yes, dear," she replied absently.

"Can you pick up any traces of Algars in the vicinity, Pol?" Belgarath
asked her.
She shook her head. "I think I'm too close to the Orb, father. I keep
getting an echo that blots things out more than a mile or so away."
"It always has been noisy," he grunted sourly.
"Talk to it, father," she suggested. "Maybe it will listen to you."
He gave her a long, hard look - a look she returned quite calmly. "I
can do without that, miss," he told her finally in a crisp voice.
There was another low rumble, from the south this time. "Thunder?" Silk
said, looking a bit puzzled. "Isn't this an odd time of year for it?"
"This plain breeds peculiar weather," Belgarath said. "There isn't
anything between here and Drasnia but eight hundred leagues of grass."
"Do we try for the Vale then?" Barak asked.
"It looks as if we'll have to," the old man replied.
Durnik came back down the hill. "They're coming across the river," he
reported, "but they aren't spreading out yet. It looks as if they want to
get more men across before they start looking for us."
"How hard can we push the horses without hurting them?" Silk asked him.
"Not very," Durnik replied. "It would be better to save them until we
absolutely have to use up whatever they've got left. If we walk and lead
them for an hour or so, we might be able to get a canter out of them - for
short periods of time."
"Let's go along the back side of the crest," Belgarath said, picking up
the reins of his horse. "We'll stay pretty much out of sight that way, but
I want to keep an eye on Taur Urgas." He led them at an angle back up out
of the swale.
The clouds had broken even more now, and the tatters raced in the
endless winds that swept the vast grassland.
To the east, the sky was turning a pale pink. Although the Algarian