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her that I'm going to need a warm, well-lighted chamber with a good bed
and no drafts. Durnik, I want you to drive the wagon. Don't hit any bumps
even if it means losing an hour."
The smith nodded.
"He's going to be all right, isn't he?" Barak asked, his voice strained
and his face shocked by Belgarath's sudden collapse.
"It's really too early to say," she replied. "He's been on the point of
collapse for days maybe. But he wouldn't let himself go. I think he's past
this crisis, but there may be others." She laid one hand on her father's
chest. "Put him in bed carefully. Then I want a screen of some kind around
the bed - blankets will do. We have to keep him very quiet and out of
drafts. No loud noises."
They all stared at her as the significance of her extreme precautions
struck them.
"Move, gentlemen," she told them firmly. "His life may depend on a
certain speed."

Chapter Six
THE WAGON SEEMED barely to crawl. The high, thin cloud had swept in
again to hide the sun, and a kind of leaden chill descended on the
featureless plain of southern Algaria. Garion rode inside the wagon,
thick-headed and numb with exhaustion, watching with dreadful concern as
Aunt Pol hovered over the unconscious Belgarath. Sleep was out of the
question. Another crisis could arise at any time and he had to be ready to
leap to her aid, joining his will and the power of his amulet with hers.
Errand, his small face grave, sat quietly in a chair at the far side of
the wagon, his hands firmly clasped around the pouch Durnik had made for
hirn. The sound of the Orb still hung in Garion's ears, muted but
continual. He had grown almost accustomed to the song in the weeks since
they had left Rak Cthol; but at quiet moments or when he was tired, it
always seemed to return with renewed strength. It was somehow a comforting
sound.
Aunt Pol leaned forward to touch Belgarath's chest. "What's wrong?"
Garion asked in a sharp whisper.
"Nothing's wrong, Garion," she replied calmly. "Please don't keep
saying that every time I so much as move. If something's wrong, I'll tell
you."
"I'm sorry - I'm just worried, that's all."
She turned to give him a steady look. "Why don't you take Errand and go
up and ride on top of the wagon with Silk and Durnik?"
"What if you need me?"
"I'll call you, dear."
"I'd really rather stay, Aunt Pol."
"I'd really rather you didn't. I'll call if I need you."
"But "
"Now, Garion."
Garion knew better than to argue. He took Errand out the back door of
the wagon and up the steps to the top.
"How is he?" Silk asked.
"How should I know? All I know is that she chased me out." Garion's