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"All right," Garion assented. "She says that once you've used it, you never
forget how, and you'll keep doing it again and again. I wish I had used my knife
instead. Then this thing in me never would have gotten loose."
"You're wrong, you know," Belgarath told him quite calmly. "You've been bursting
at the seams with it for several months now. You've used it without knowing it
at least a half dozen times that I know about."
Garion stared at him incredulously.
"Remember that crazy monk just after we crossed into Tolnedra? When you touched
him, you made so much noise that I thought for a moment you'd killed him."
"You said Aunt Pol did that."
"I lied," the old man admitted casually. "I do that fairly often. The whole
point, though, is that you've always had this ability. It was bound to come out
sooner or later. I wouldn't feel too unhappy about what you did to Chamdar. It
was a little exotic perhaps - not exactly the way I might have done it - but
there was a certain justice to it, after all."
"It's always going to be there, then?"
"Always. That's the way it is, I'm afraid."
The Princess Ce'Nedra felt rather smug about that. Belgarath had just confirmed
something she herself had told Garion. If the boy would just stop being so
stubborn, his Aunt and his grandfather and of course she herself - all of whom
knew much better than he what was right and proper and good for him - could
shape his life to their satisfaction with little or no difficulty.
"Let's get back to this other voice of yours," Belgarath suggested. "I need to
know more about it. I don't want you carrying an enemy around in your mind."
"It's not an enemy," Garion insisted. "It's on our side."



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"It might seem that way," Belgarath observed, "but things aren't always what
they seem. I'd be a lot more comfortable if I knew just exactly what it is. I
don't like surprises."
The Princess Ce'Nedra, however, was already lost in thought. Dimly, at the back
of her devious and complex little mind, an idea was beginning to take shape - an
idea with very interesting possibilities.


Chapter Two
THE TRIP UP to the rapids of the River of the Serpent took the better part of a
week. Although it was still swelteringly hot, they had all by now grown at least
partially accustomed to the climate. Princess Ce'Nedra spent most of her time
sitting on deck with Polgara, pointedly ignoring Garion. She did, however,
glance frequently his way to see if she could detect any signs of suffering.
Since her life was entirely in the hands of these people, Ce'Nedra felt keenly
the necessity for winning them over. Belgarath would be no problem. A few
winsome little-girl smiles, a bit of eyelash fluttering, and a
spontaneous-seeming kiss or two would wrap him neatly around one of her fingers.
That particular campaign could be conducted at any time she felt it convenient,