Castle of Wizardry

of Riva stood out stiffly in the wind above the fortress, outlined sharply against the dark gray clouds scudding across the winter sky.
    King Anheg of Cherek, clad in fur, and Brand, the Rivan Warder, wearing his gray cloak, stood on the wharf before the city gates waiting for them as Greldik's sailors rowed the ship smartly up to the wharf. Beside them, his reddish-gold hair spread smoothly out over his greencloaked shoulders, stood Lelldorin of Wildantor. The young Asturian was grinning broadly. Garion took one incredulous look at his friend; then, with a shout of joy, he jumped to the top of the rail and leaped across to the stone wharf. He and Lelldorin caught each other in a rough bear hug, laughing and pounding each other on the shoulders with their fists.
    "Are you all right?" Garion demanded. "I mean, did you completely recover and everything?"
    "I'm as sound as ever," Lelldorin assured him with a laugh. Garion looked at his friend's face dubiously. "You'd say that even if you were bleeding to death, Lelldorin."
    "No, I'm really fine," the Asturian protested. "The young sister of Baron Oltorain leeched the Algroth poison from my veins with poultices and vile-tasting potions and restored me to health with her art. She's a marvellous girl." His eyes glowed as he spoke of her.
    "What are you doing here in Riva?" Garion demanded.
    "Lady Polgara's message reached me last week," Lelldorin explained. "I was still at Baron Oltorain's castle." He coughed a bit uncomfortably. "For one reason or another, I had kept putting off my departure. Anyway, when her instruction to travel to Riva with all possible haste reached me, I left at once. Surely you knew about the message."
    "This is the first I'd heard of it," Garion replied, looking over to where Aunt Pol, followed by Queen Silar and Queen Layla, was stepping down from the ship to the wharf.
    "Where's Rhodar?" Cho-Hag was asking King Anheg.
    "He stayed up at the Citadel." Anheg shrugged. "There isn't really that much point to his hauling that paunch of his up and down the steps to the harbor any more than he has to."
    "How is he?" King Fulrach asked.
    "I think he's lost some weight," Anheg replied. "The approach of fatherhood seems to have had some impact on his appetite."
    "When's the child due?" Queen Layla asked curiously.
    "I really couldn't say, Layla," the king of Cherek told her. "I have trouble keeping track of things like that. Porenn had to stay at Boktor, though. I guess she's too far along to travel. Islena's here though."
    "I need to talk with you, Garion," Lelldorin said nervously.
    "Of course." Garion led his friend several yards down the snowy pier away from the turmoil of disembarking.
    "I'm afraid that the Lady Polgara's going to be cross with me, Garion," Lelldorin said quietly.
    "Why cross?" Garion said it suspiciously.
    "Well-" Lelldorin hesitated. "A few things went wrong along the way-sort of."
    "What exactly are we talking about when we say 'went wrong - sort of?'"
    "I was at Baron Oltorain's castle," Lelldorin began.
    "I got that part."
    "Ariana - the Lady Ariana, that is, Baron Oltorain's sister-"
    "The blond Mimbrate girl who nursed you back to health?"
    "You remember her," Lelldorin sounded very pleased about that. "Do you remember how lovely she is? How-"
    "I think we're getting away from the point, Lelldorin," Garion said firmly. "We were talking about why Aunt Pol's going to be cross with you."
    "I'm getting to it, Garion. Well-to put it briefly - Ariana and I had become - well - friends."
    "I see."
    "Nothing improper, you understand," Lelldorin said quickly. "But our friendship was such that - well - we didn't want to be separated." The young Asturian's face appealed to his friend for understanding. "Actually," he went on, "it was a bit more than 'didn't want to.' Ariana told me that she'd die if I left her behind."
    "Possibly she was exaggerating," Garion suggested.
    "How could I risk it, though?" Lelldorin protested. "Women are much more delicate than we are - besides, Ariana's a physician. She'd know if she'd die, wouldn't she?"
    "I'm sure she would." Garion sighed. "Why don't you just plunge on with the story, Lelldorin? I think I'm ready for the worst now."
    "It's not that I really meant any harm," Lelldorin said plaintively.
    "Of course not."
    "Anyway, Ariana and I left the castle very late one evening. I knew the knight on guard at the drawbridge, so I hit him over the head because I didn't want to hurt him."
    Garion blinked.
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