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from, though, I'm fairly certain that she won't let us get to
this 'place which is no more' until every item's been crossed
off her list."
"Won't let us?" Silk said.
"Don't underestimate Cyradis, Silk," Belgarath cautioned.
"She's the receptacle of all the power the Dals possess. That
means that she can probably do things that the rest of us
couldn't even begin to dream of. Let's look at things from a
practical point of view, though. When we started out, we were
a half a year behind Zandramas and we were planning a very
tedious and time-consuming trek across Cthol Murgos -but we
kept getting interrupted." .
"Tell me about it," Silk said sardonically.
"Isn't it curious that after all these interruptions,
we've reached the eastern side of the continent ahead of
schedule and cut Zandramas' lead down to a few weeks?"
Silk blinked, and then his eyes narrowed.
"Gives you something to think about, doesn't it?" The old
man pulled his cloak more tightly about him and looked around
at the settling snow. "Let's go inside," he suggested. "It's
really unpleasant out here."

The coast of Hagga was backed by low hills, filmy-looking
and white in the thick snowfall. There were extensive salt
marshes at the water's edge, and, the brown reeds bent under
their burden of wet, clinging snow. A black-looking wooden
pier extended out across the marshes to deeper water, and they
disembarked from the Mallorean ship without incident. At the
landward end of the pier a wagon track ran up into the hills,
its twin ruts buried in snow.
Sadi the eunuch looked upward with a slightly bemused
expression as they rode off the pier and onto the road. He
lightly brushed one long-fingered hand across his shaved
scalp. "They feel like fairy wings," he smiled.
"What's that?" Silk asked him.
"The snowflakes. I've almost never seen snow before -only
when I was visiting a northern kingdom- and I actually believe
that this is the first time I've ever been out of doors when
it was snowing. It's not too bad, is it?"
Silk gave him a sour look. "The first chance I get, I'll
buy you a sled," he said.
Sadi looked puzzled. "Excuse me, Kheldar, but what's a
sled?" he asked.
Silk sighed. "Never mind, Sadi. I was only trying to be
funny."
At the top of the first hill a dozen or so crosses leaned
at various angles beside the road. Hanging from each cross was
a skeleton with a few tattered rags clinging to its bleached
bones and a clump of snow crowning its vacant-eyed skull.
"One is curious to know the reason for that, General