Castle of Wizardry

and Durnik stay close to Taiba. She's never ridden before, and she might need some help at first."
    "What about the little boy?" Dumik asked.
    "He'll ride with me."
    "And Belgarath?" Mandorallen inquired, glancing over at the stilh sleeping old sorcerer.
    "When the time comes, we'll just put him on his horse," Polgara replied. "I can keep him in his saddle - as long as we don't make any sudden changes in direction. Is it getting any darker?"
    "We'd better wait for a little longer," Silk answered. "There's still quite a bit of light out there."
    They waited. The evening sky began to turn purple, and the first stars came out, glittering cold and very far away. Torches began to appear among the searching Murgos. "Shall we go?" Silk suggested, rising to his feet.
    They led their horses quietly out of the cave and down across the scree to the sand. There they stopped for several moments while a group of Murgos carrying torches galloped by several hundred yards out. "Don't get separated," Silk told them as they mounted.
    "How far is it to the edge of the wasteland?" Barak asked the little man, grunting as he climbed up onto his horse.
    "Two days' hard riding," Silk replied. "Or nights in this case. We'll probably want to take cover when the sun's out. We don't look all that much like Murgos."
    "Let's get started," Polgara told him.
    They moved out at a walk, going slowly until Taiba became more sure of herself and Belgarath showed that he could stay in his saddle even though he could not yet communicate with anyone. Then they nudged their horses into a canter that covered a great deal of ground without exhausting the horses.
    As they crossed the first ridge, they rode directly into a large group of Murgos carrying torches.
    "Who's there?" Silk demanded sharply, his voice harsh with the characteristic accents of Murgo speech. "Identify yourselves."
    "We're from Rak Cthol," one of the Murgos answered respectfully.
    "I know that, blockhead," Silk barked. "I asked your identity."
    "Third Phalanx," the Murgo said stiffly.
    "That's better. Put out those torches. How do you expect to see anything beyond ten feet with them flaring in your eyes?"
    The torches were immediately extinguished.
    "Move 'your search to the north," Silk commanded. "The Ninth Phalanx is covering this sector."
    "But "
    "Are you going to argue with me`?"
    "No, but "
    "Move! Now!"
    The Murgos wheeled their horses about and galloped off into the darkness.
    "Clever," Barak said admiringly.
    Silk shrugged. "Pretty elementary," he replied. "People are grateful for a bit of direction when they're confused. Let's move along, shall we?"
    There were other encounters during the long, cold, moonless night as they rode west. They were inescapable in view of the hordes of Murgos scouring the wasteland in search of them, but Silk handled each such meeting smoothly, and the night passed without significant incident.
    Toward morning the little man began artfully dropping various articles to mark their trail. "A bit overdone, perhaps," he said critically, looking at an old shoe he had just tossed into the hoof churned sand behind them.
    "What are you mumbling about?" Barak asked him.
    "Our trail," Silk replied. "We want them to follow us, remember? They're supposed to think we're headed toward Tolnedra."
    "So?"
    "I was just suggesting that this is a bit crude."
    "You worry too much about things like that."
    "It's a question of style, my dear Barak," Silk replied loftily. "Sloppy work tends to be habit-forming."
    As the first steel-gray light of dawn began to creep across the wintry sky, they took shelter among the boulders of one of the ridges that laced the floor of the wasteland. Durnik, Barak and Mandorallen stretched the canvas of their tents tautly over a narrow ravine on the west side of the ridge and sprinkled sand on top of it to disguise their makeshift shelter.
    "It's probably best not to build a fire," Durnik said to Polgara as they led their horses in under the canvas, "what with the smoke and all."
    She nodded her agreement. "We could all use a hot meal," she said, "but I suppose we'll have to wait."
    They ate a cold breakfast of bread and cheese and began to settle in, hoping to sleep out the day so that they could ride on the next night.
    "I could definitely use a bath," Silk said, brushing sand out of his hair.
    The little boy looked at nim, frowning slightly. Then he walked over and offered him the Orb. 'Errand'" he asked.
    Silk carefully put his hands behind