Castle of Wizardry

Have you ever read it?"
    "From end to end and backward and forward - even from side to side a couple of times. Which part did he show you?"
    "The part about the meeting of the Child of Light and the Child of Dark."
    "Oh," Belgarath said. "I was afraid it might have been that part. Did he explain it?"
    Dumbly, Garion nodded.
    "Well," the old man said with a penetrating look, "now you know the worst. What are you going to do about it?"
    "He gave me a couple of alternatives," Garion said. "I can wait until we get an army together, and we can go off and fight back and forth with the Angaraks for generations. That's one way, isn't it?"
    Belgarath nodded.
    "Of course that will get millions of people killed for nothing, won't it?"
    The old man nodded again.
    Garion drew in a deep breath. "Or," he continued, "I can go off by myself and find Torak - wherever he is - and try to kill him."
    Silk whistled, his eyes widening.
    "He said that I didn't have to go alone," Garion added hopefully. "I asked him about that."
    "Thanks," Belgarath said dryly.
    Silk sprawled in a nearby chair, rubbing thoughtfully at his pointed nose. He looked at Belgarath. "You know that Polgara would skin the both of us inch by inch if we let him go off alone, don't you?"
    Belgarath grunted.
    "Where did you say Torak is?"
    "Cthol Mishrak - in Mallorea."
    "I've never been there."
    "I have - a few times. It's not a very attractive place."
    "Maybe time has improved it."
    "That's not very likely."
    Silk shrugged. "Maybe we ought to go with him - show him the way, that sort of thing. It's time I left Riva anyway. Some ugly rumors are starting to go around about me."
    "It is rather a good time of year for travelling," Belgarath admitted, giving Garion a sly, sidelong glance.
    Garion felt better already. He knew from their bantering tone that they had already made up their minds. He would not have to go in search of Torak alone. For now that was enough: there'd be time for worrying later. "All right," he said, "what do we do?"
    "We creep out of Riva very quietly," Belgarath replied. "There's nothing to be gained by getting into any long discussions with your .Aunt Pol about this."
    "The wisdom of ages," Silk agreed fervently. "When do we start?" His ferret eyes were very bright.
    "The sooner the better." Belgarath shrugged.
    "Did you have any plans for tonight?"
    "Nothing I can't postpone."
    "All right then. We'll wait until everyone goes to bed, and then we'll pick up Garion's sword and get started."
    "Which way do we go?" Garion asked him.
    "Sendaria first," Belgarath replied, "and then across Drasnia to Gar og Nadrak. Then north to the archipelago that leads to Mallorea. It's a long way to Cthol Mishrak and the tomb of the one-eyed God."
    "And then?"
    "Then, Garion, we settle this once and for all."

Part Three - DRASNIA

Chapter Seventeen
    "DEAR AUNT POL," Garion's note began, "I know this is going to make you angry, but there's no other way. I've seen the Mrin Codex, and now I know what I have to do. The-" He broke off, frowning. "How do you spell 'Prophecy'?" he asked.
    Belgarath spelled it out for him. "Don't drag it out too much, Garion," the old man advised. "Nothing you say is going to make her happy about this, so stick to the point."
    "Don't you think I ought to explain why we're doing this?" Garion fretted.
    "She's read the Codex, Garion," Belgarath replied. "She'll know why without your explanation."
    "I really ought to leave a note for Ce'Nedra, too," Garion considered.
    "Polgara can tell her what she needs to know," Belgarath said. "We have things to do and we can't afford to spend the whole night on correspondence."
    "I've never written a letter before," Garion remarked. "It's not nearly as easy as it looks."
    "Just say what you have to say and then stop," the old man advised. "Don't labor at it so much."
    The door opened and Silk came back in. He was dressed in the nondescript clothing he had worn on the road, and he carried two bundles.
    "I think these should fit you," he said, handing one of the bundles to Belgarath and the other to Garion.
    "Did you get the money?" the old man asked him.
    "I borrowed some from Barak."
    "That's surprising," Belgarath replied. "He isn't notorious for generosity."
    "I didn't tell him I was borrowing it," the little man returned with a broad wink. "I thought it would save time if I didn't have to go into long explanations."
    One of Belgarath's eyebrows shot up.
    "We are in a hurry, aren't we?" Silk asked with