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exterminated the whole cold-blooded race generations ago." He dipped out another
cup of ale, lifted it and said, "Confusion to the Murgos."
"I think we've found something we can drink to together," Barak said with a
broad smile. "Confusion to the Murgos."
"And may Taur Urgas grow boils on his behind," Yarblek added. He drank deeply,
scooped another cupful of ale from the open keg and drank again. "I'm a little
drunk," he admitted.
"We'd never have guessed," Aunt Pol told him.
"I like you, girl." Yarblek grinned at her. "I wish I could afford to buy you. I
don't suppose you'd consider running away?"
She sighed a mocking little sigh. "No," she refused. "I'm afraid not. That gives
a woman a bad reputation, you know."
"Very true," Yarblek agreed owlishly. He shook his head sadly. "As I was
saying," he went on, "I'm a little drunk. I probably shouldn't say anything
about this, but it's not a good time for westerners to be in Cthol Murgos -
Alorns particularly. I've been hearing some strange things lately. Word's been
filtering out of Rak Cthol that Murgoland is to be purged of outsiders. Taur
Urgas wears the crown and plays king in Rak Goska, but the old Grolim at Rak
Cthol has his hand around Taur Urgas' heart. The king of the Murgos knows that
one squeeze from Ctuchik will leave his throne empty."
"We met a Tolnedran a few leagues west of here who said the same sort of thing,"
Silk said seriously. "He told us that merchants from the West were being
arrested all over Rak Goska on false charges."
Yarblek nodded. "That's only the first step. Murgos are always predictable -
they have so little imagination. Taur Urgas isn't quite ready to offend Ran
Borune openly by butchering every western merchant in the kingdom, but it's
getting closer. Rak Goska's probably a closed city by now. Taur Urgas is free to
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turn his attention to the outlands. I'd imagine that's why he's coming here."
"He's what?" Silk's face paled visibly.
"I thought you knew," Yarblek told him. "Taur Urgas is marching toward the
frontier with his army behind him. My guess is that he plans to close the
border."
"How far away is he?" Silk demanded.
"I was told that he was seen this morning not five leagues from here," Yarblek
said. "What's wrong?"
"Taur Urgas and I have had some serious fallings out," Silk answered quickly,
his face filled with consternation. "I can't be here when he arrives." He jumped
to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Belgarath asked quickly.
"Some place safe. I'll catch up with you later." He turned then and bolted out
of the tent. A moment later they heard the pounding of his horse's hooves.
"Do you want me to go with him?" Barak asked Belgarath.
"You'd never catch him."
"I wonder what he did to Taur Urgas," Yarblek mused. He chuckled then. "It must
have been something pretty awful, the way the little thief ran out of here."
"Is it safe for him to go away from the caravan track?" Garion asked,
remembering the vultures at their grisly feast beside the trail.
"Don't worry about Silk," Yarblek replied confidently.
From a great distance away, a slow thudding sound began to intrude itself.
Yarblek's eyes narrowed with hate. "It looks like Silk left just in time," he
growled.
The thudding became louder and turned into a hollow, booming sound. Dimly,
behind the booming, they could hear a kind of groaning chant of hundreds of
voices in a deep, minor key.
"What's that?" Durnik asked.
"Taur Urgas," Yarblek answered and spat. "That's the war song of the king of the
Murgos."
"War?" Mandorallen demanded sharply.
"Taur Urgas is always at war," Yarblek replied with heavy contempt.
"Even when there isn't anybody to be at war with. He sleeps in his armor, even
in his own palace. It makes him smelly, but all Murgos stink anyway, so it
doesn't really make any difference. Maybe I'd better go see what he's up to." He
got heavily to his feet. "Wait here," he told them. "This is a Nadrak tent, and
there are certain courtesies expected between Angaraks. His soldiers won't come
in here, so you'll be safe as long as you stay inside." He lurched toward the
door of the tent, an expression of icy hatred on his face.
The chanting and the measured drumbeats grew louder. Shrill fifes picked up a
discordant, almost jigging accompaniment, and then there was a sudden blaring of
deep-throated horns.
"What do you think, Belgarath?" Barak rumbled. "This Yarblek seems like a good
enough fellow, but he's still an Angarak. One word from him, and we'll have a
hundred Murgos in here with us."
"He's right, father," Aunt Pol agreed. "I know Nadraks well enough to know that
Yarblek wasn't nearly as drunk as he pretended to be."
Belgarath pursed his lips. "Maybe it isn't too good an idea to gamble all that
much on the fact that Nadraks despise Murgos," he conceded. "We might be doing
Yarblek an injustice, but perhaps it would be better just to slip away before
Taur Urgas has time to put guards around the whole place anyway. There's no way
of knowing how long he's going to stay here; and once he settles in, we might
have trouble leaving."
Durnik pulled aside the red carpeting that hung along the back wall, reached
down, and tugged out several tent pegs. He lifted the canvas. "I think we can
crawl out here."
"Let's go, then," Belgarath decided.
One by one, they rolled out of the tent into the chill wind.
"Get the horses," Belgarath said quietly. He looked around, his eyes narrowing.
"That gully over there." He pointed at a wash opening out just beyond the last
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row of tents. "If we keep the tents between us and the main caravan track, we
should be able to get into it without being seen. Most likely everybody here's
going to be watching the arrival of Taur Urgas."
"Would the Murgo king know thee, Belgarath?" Mandorallen asked.
"He might. We've never met, but my description's been noised about in Cthol
Murgos for a long time now. It's best not to take any chances."
They led their horses along the back of the tents and gained the cover of the
gully without incident.
"This wash comes down off the back side of that hill there." Barak pointed. "If
we follow it, we'll be out of sight all the way, and once we get the hill
between us and the camp, we'll be able to ride away without being seen."
"It's almost evening." Belgarath looked up at the lowering sky. "Let's go up a
ways and then wait until after dark."
They moved on up the gully until they were behind the shoulder of the hill.
"Better keep an eye on things," Belgarath said.
Barak and Garion scrambled up out of the gully and moved at a crouch to the top
of the hill, where they lay down behind a scrubby bush. "Here they come," Barak
muttered.
A steady stream of grim-faced Murgo soldiers marched eight abreast into the
makeshift fair to the cadenced beat of great drums. In their midst, astride a
black horse and under a flapping black banner, rode Taur Urgas. He was a tall
man with heavy, sloping shoulders and an angular, merciless face. The thick [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]