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course and be halfway to Mallorea before Kal Zakath realized
that we weren't coming to Rak Hagga after all." The more he
thought about it, the more the idea excited him. "Then we
could sail north along the Mallorean coast and anchor in a
cove or inlet someplace on the shore of Camat. We'd only be a
week or so from Ashaba. We might even be able to get there
before Zandramas does." A bleak smile touched his lips. "I'd
sort of like to be waiting for her when she gets there."
"It's got some definite possibilities, Belgarath," Silk
said. "Could you do it?"
Belgarath scratched thoughtfully at his beard, squinting
out into the sifting snow. "It's possible," he admitted. He
looked at Garion. "But what do you think we ought to do with
all these Mallorean soldiers and the ship's crew, once we get
to the coast of Camat? You weren't planning to sink the ship
and drown them all, were you, the way Zandramas does when
she's finished using people?"
"Of course not!"
"I'm glad to hear that -but then how did you plan to keep
them from running to the nearest garrison just as soon as we
leave them behind? I don't know about you, but the idea of
having a regiment or so of Mallorean troops hot on our heels
doesn't excite me all that much."
Garion frowned. "I guess I hadn't thought about that," he
admitted.
"I didn't think you had. It's usually best to work your
way completely through an idea before you put it into action.
It avoids a great deal of spur-of-the-moment patching later
on."
" All right," Garion said, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"I know you're impatient, Garion, but impatience is a poor
substitute for a well-considered plan."
"Do you mind, Grandfather?" Garion said acidly.
"Besides, it might just be that we're supposed to go to
Rak Hagga and meet with Kal Zakath. Why would Cyradis turn us
over to the Malloreans, after she went to all the trouble of
putting The Book of Ages into my hands? There's something else
going on here, and I'm not sure we want to disrupt things
until we find out a little more about them."
The cabin door opened, and General Atesca, the commander
of the Mallorean forces occupying the Isle of Verkat, emerged.
From the moment they had been turned over to him, Atesca had
been polite and strictly correct in all his dealings with
them. He had also been very firm about his intention to
deliver them personally to Kal Zakat in Rak Hagga. He was a
tall, lean man, and his uniform was bright scarlet, adorned
with numerous medals and decorations. He carried himself with
erect dignity, though the fact that his nose had been broken
at some time in the past made him look more like a street
brawler than a general in an imperial army. He came up the