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into one of those ruined cities up near the old Marag border. Belgarath had a
visitor there - at least he said he did. I didn't see anybody. At any rate, he
told me that something had happened to change our plans and that we were going
to have to turn around and come on downriver to Sthiss Tor to rejoin all of you.
He didn't have time to explain much more, because the jungles were suddenly
alive with Murgos - either looking for us or for Zedar, we never found out
which. Since then we've been dodging Murgos and Nyissans both - traveling at
night, hiding - that sort of thing. We sent a messenger once. Did he ever get
through?"
"The day before yesterday," Polgara replied. "He had a fever, though, and it
took a while to get your message from him."
Kheldar nodded. "Anyway, there were Grolims with the Murgos, and they were
trying to find us with their minds. Belgarath was doing something to keep them
from locating us that way. Whatever it was must have taken a great deal of
concentration, because he wasn't paying too much attention to where he was
going. Early this morning we were leading the horses through a patch of swamp.
Belgarath was sort of stumbling along with his mind on other things, and that
was when the tree fell on him."
"I might have guessed," Polgara said. "Did someone make it fall?"
"I don't think so," Silk answered. "It might have been an old deadfall, but I
rather doubt it. It was rotten at the center. I tried to warn him, but he walked
right under it."
"All right," Belgarath said.
"I did try to warn you."
"Don't belabor it, Silk."
"I wouldn't want them to think I didn't try to warn you," Silk protested.
Polgara shook her head and spoke with a profound note of disappointment in her
voice. "Fatherl"
"Just let it lie, Polgara," Belgarath told her.
"I dug him out from under the tree and patched him up as best I could," Silk
went on. "Then I stole that little boat and we started downriver. We were doing
fine until all this dust started falling."
"What did you do with the horses?" Hettar asked. Ce'Nedra was a little afraid to
this tall, silent Algar lord with his shaved head, his black leather clothing,
and his flowing black scalp lock. He never seemed to smile, and the expression
on his hawklike face at even the mention of the word "Murgo" was as bleak as
stone. The only thing that even slightly humanized him was his overwhelming
concern for horses.
"They're all right," Silk assured him. "I left them picketed where the Nyissans
won't find them. They'll be fine where they are until we pick them up."
"You said when you came aboard that Ctuchik has the Orb now," Polgara said to
Belgarath. "How did that happen?"
The old man shrugged. "Beltira didn't go into any of the details. All he told me



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was that Ctuchik was waiting when Zedar crossed the border into Cthol Murgos.