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"Not nearly as long as it would be if we rode over the mountains,"
Belgarath pointed out. "There's no snow in the caves, and no monsters. Is
there such a way?"

"There is," Relg admitted.
"And would you be willing to guide us?" the old man pressed.
"If I must," Relg agreed with some reluctance.
"I think you must, Relg," Belgarath told him.
Relg sighed. "I'd hoped that I could return home now that our journey's
almost over," he said regretfully.
Belgarath laughed. "Actually, our journey's only just started, Relg. We
have a long way to go yet."
Taiba smiled a slow, pleased little smile at that.
Garion felt a small hand slip into his, and he smiled down at Errand,
who had just come into the hall. "Is it all right, Aunt Pol?" he asked.
"If I go riding, I mean?"
"Of course, dear," she replied. "Just be careful. Don't try to show off
for Adara. I don't want you falling off a horse and breaking anything."
Errand let go of Garion's hand and walked over to where Relg stood.
The knots on the pouch that Durnik had so carefully sealed with lead
were undone again, and the little boy took the Orb out and offered it to
Relg. "Errand?" he said.
"Why don't you take it, Relg?" Taiba asked the startled man. "No one in
the world questions your purity."
Relg stepped back and shook his head. "The Orb is the holy object of
another religion," he declared. "It is from Aldur, not UL, so it wouldn't
be proper for me to touch it."
Taiba smiled knowingly, her violet eyes intent on the zealot's face.
"Errand," Aunt Pol said, "come here."
Obediently he went to her. She took hold of the pouch at his belt and
held it open. "Put it away," she told him.
Errand sighed and deposited the Orb in the pouch.
"How does he manage to keep getting this open?" she said half to
herself as she examined the strings of the pouch.

Garion and Adara rode out from the Stronghold into the rolling hills to
the west. The sky was a deep blue, and the sunlight was very bright.
Although the morning was crisp, it was not nearly as cold as it had been
for the past week or so. The grass beneath their horses' hooves was brown
and lifeless, lying dormant under the winter sky. They rode together
without speaking for an hour or so, and finally they stopped and
dismounted on the sunny south side of a hill where there was shelter from
the stiff breeze. They sat together looking out at the featureless miles
of the Algarian plain.
"How much can actually be done with sorcery, Garion?" she asked after a
long silence.
He shrugged. "It depends on who's doing it. Some people are very
powerful; others can hardly do anything at all."
"Could you-" She hesitated. "Could you make this bush bloom?" She went
on quickly, and he knew that was not the question she had originally