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Queen wasn't able to pursue the matter further.
When Ce'Nedra awoke the following morning, Garion was
already gone, as usual. Also, as usual, he'd neglected to pile more
wood on the fire, and the room was decidedly cold. Shivering,
Ce'Nedra got out of bed and went looking for warmth. She reasoned
that if Garion was up, Durnik would be as well, so she went directly
to Polgara's bedroom and tapped lightly on the door.
'Yes, Ce'Nedra,' Aunt Pol replied from inside. She always seemed
to know who was at her door.
'May I come in?' Ce'Nedra asked. 'Garion let the fire go out, and
it's freezing in our room.'
'Of course, dear,' Aunt Pol replied.
Ce'Nedra opened the door, hurried to the bed, and crawled under
the covers with Aunt Pol and the babies. 'He always does that,' she
complained. 'He's so busy trying to sneak away that he doesn't even
think about putting more wood on the fire.'
'He doesn't want to wake you, dear.'
'I can always go back to sleep if I want, and I hate waking up in
a cold room.' She gathered one of the twins in her arms and cuddled
the little child close. Ce'Nedra was a mother herself, so she was
very good at cuddling. She realized that she really missed her own
children. She began to have some second thoughts about the wisdom
of a journey in the dead of winter based on nothing more than a
whim.
The Rivan Queen and her husband's aunt talked about various
unimportant things for a while, and then the door opened and



Polgara's mother came in carrying a tray with three cups of steaming
tea on it. 'Good morning, mother,' Polgara said.
'Not too bad,' Poledra replied. 'A little cold, though.' Poledra was
so literal sometimes.
'What are the men-folk up to?' Aunt Pol asked.
'Garion and Durnik are out feeding the birds and animals,'
Poledra said. 'He's still asleep.' Poledra almost never spoke her husband's
name. She set her tray down on the small table near the fireplace.
'I think we need to talk,' she said. She came to the bed, took up the
twins, and deposited them back in the curiously constructed double
cradle that Durnik had built for his children. Then she handed
Polgara and Ce'Nedra each a cup of tea, took the remaining one up
herself, and sat in the chair by the fire.
'What's so important, mother?' Polgara asked.
Poledra pointed one finger at Ce'Nedra. 'She talked with me
yesterday,' she said, 'and I think she's got a point we -should consider.'
'Oh?'
'She said that her son - and his sons - will be leading the Rivans
someday, and there are things they'll need to know. The well-being
of the Rivans might depend on their knowing. That's a leader's first
responsibility, isn't it? - whether he's leading people or wolves.'