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Mulger gave Silk a long, hard look and let it pass without comment. "Good
luck in whatever it is you're doing," he said grudgingly, forced to say it
more out of courtesy than out of any genuine good feeling. "You and the
young man weren't bad traveling companions."

"We are in your debt, worthy Mulger," Silk added with mocking extravagance.
"Your hospitality has been exquisite."

Mulger looked directly at Silk again. "I don't really like you, Ambar," he
said bluntly. "Why don't we just let it go at that?"

"I'm crushed." Silk grinned at him.

"Let it lie," Belgarath growled.

"I made every effort to win him over," Silk protested.

Belgarath turned his back on him.

"I really did." Silk appealed to Garion, his eyes brimming with mock
sincerity.

"I don't believe you either," Garion told him.

Silk sighed. "Nobody understands me," he complained. Then he laughed and
rode on up the gorge, whistling happily to himself.

At the head of the gorge, they left Mulger and struck off to the left of
the caravan route through a jumble of rock and stunted trees. At the crest
of a stony ridge, they stopped to watch the slow progress of the mules
until they were out of sight.

"Where are we headed?" Silk asked, squinting up at the clouds scudding past
overhead. "I thought we were going to Yar Gurak."

"We are," Belgarath replied, scratching at his beard, "but we'll circle
around and come at the town from the other side. Mulger's opinions make
traveling with him just a bit chancy. He might let something slip at the
wrong time. Besides, Garion and I have something to take care of before we
get there." The old man looked around. "Over there ought to do," he said,
pointing at a shallow green dale, concealed on the far side of the ridge.
He led them down into the dale and dismounted.

Silk, leading their single packhorse, pulled up beside a small pool of
spring water and tied the horses to a dead snag standing at its edge.

"What is it that we have to do, Grandfather?" Garion asked, sliding out of
his saddle.

"That sword of yours is a trifle obvious," the old man told him. "Unless we