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"Good," she replied.
"How's grandfather?"
"He's sleeping. His breathing seems a bit stronger. Go ask Cho-Hag to
take us inside immediately. I want to get father into a warm bed as soon
as possible."
"Yes, Aunt Pol." Garion lowered the trapdoor and then went down the
steps at the rear of the slowly moving wagon. He untied his horse, mounted
and rode to the front of the column where the Algar queen was quietly
greeting her husband.
"Excuse me," he said respectfully, swinging down from his horse, "but
Aunt Pol wants to get Belgarath inside at once."
"How is he?" Hettar asked.
"Aunt Pol says that his breathing's getting stronger, but she's still
worried."
From the rear of the group that had emerged from the Stronghold, there
was a flurry of small hooves. The colt that had been born in the hills
above Maragor burst into view and came charging directly at them. Garion
immediately found himself swarmed under by the colt's exuberant greetings.
The small horse nuzzled him and butted at him with its head, then pranced
away only to gallop back again. When Garion put his hand on the animal's
neck to calm him, the colt quivered with joy at his touch.
"He's been waiting for you," Hettar said to Garion. "He seems to have
known you were coming."
The wagon drew up and stopped. The door opened, and Aunt Pol looked out.
"Everything's ready, Polgara," Queen Silar told her.
"Thank you, Silar."
"Is he recovering at all?"
"He seems better, but it's very hard to say for sure at this point."
Errand, who had been watching from the top of the wagon, suddenly
clambered down the steps at the rear, hopped to the ground, and ran out
along the legs of the horses.
"Catch him, Garion," Aunt Pol said. "I think he'd better ride in here
with me until we get inside the Stronghold."
As Garion started after the little boy, the colt scampered away, and
Errand, laughing with delight, ran after him.
"Errand!" Garion called sharply. The colt, however, had turned in
midgallop and suddenly bore down on the child, his hooves flailing wildly.
Errand, showing no signs of alarm, stood smiling directly in its path.
Startled, the little horse stiffened his legs and skidded to a stop.
Errand laughed and held out his hand. The colt's eyes were wide as he
sniffed curiously at the hand, and then the boy touched the small animal's
face.
Again within the vaults of his mind Garion seemed to hear that strange,
bell-like note, and the dry voice murmured, "Dome," with a peculiar sort
of satisfaction.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Garion asked silently, but there was no
answer. He shrugged and picked Errand up to avoid any chance collision
between horse and child. The colt stood staring at the two of them, its
eyes wide as if in amazement; when Garion turned to carry Errand back to
the wagon, it trotted alongside, sniffing and even nuzzling at the child.