Demon Lord of Karanda

nearest unguarded border as quickly as possible. That would be Jenno."
    "Is the border between Jenno and Katakor unguarded?" Velvet asked.
    "They don't even know for sure where the border is." He snorted. "At least not up in the forest. There's nothing up there but trees anyway, so they don't bother with it." He turned back to Belgarath. "Don't get your mind set in stone on some of these things," he advised. "We did a lot of speculating back at Mal Zeth, and the theories we came up with were related to the truth only by implication. There's a great deal of intrigue going on here in Mallorea, so it's a good idea to expect things to turn out not quite the way you thought they would."
    "Garion," Polgara said from the fireplace, "would you see if you can find Silk? Breakfast is almost ready."
    "Yes, Aunt Pol," he replied automatically.
    After they had eaten, they repacked their belongings and carried the packs out to the stable.
    "Go out through the sally port," Beldin said as they crossed the courtyard again. "Give me about an hour before you start."
    "You're leaving now?" Belgarath asked him.
    "I might as well. We're not accomplishing very much by sitting around talking. Don't forget to leave me a trail to follow."
    "I'll take care of it. I wish you'd tell me what you're going to do here."
    "Trust me." The gnarled sorcerer winked. "Take cover someplace and don't come out again until all the noise subsides." He grinned wickedly and rubbed his dirty hands together in anticipation. Then he shimmered and swooped away as a blue-banded hawk.
    "I think we'd better go back inside the house," Belgarath suggested. "Whatever he's going to do out here is likely to involve a great deal of flying debris."
    They reentered the house and went back to the room where they had spent the night. "Durnik," Belgarath said, "can you get those shutters closed? I don't think we want broken glass sheeting across the room."
    "But then we won't be able to see," Silk objected.
    "I'm sure you can live without seeing it. As a matter of fact, you probably wouldn't want to watch, anyway."
    Durnik went to the window, opened it slightly, and pulled the shutters closed.
    Then, from high overhead where the blue-banded hawk had been circling, there came a huge roar almost like a continuous peal of swirling thunder, accompanied by a rushing surge. The House of Torak shook as if a great wind were tearing at it, and the faint light coming from between the slats of the shutters Durnik had closed vanished, to be replaced by inky darkness. Then there came a vast bellow from high in the air above the house.
    "A demon?" Ce'Nedra gasped. "Is it a demon?"
    "A semblance of a demon," Polgara corrected.
    "How can anybody see it when it's so dark outside?" Sadi asked.
    "It's dark around the house because the house is inside the image. The people hiding in the forest should be able to see it very well -too well, in fact."
    "It's that big?" Sadi looked stunned. "But this house is enormous."
    Belgarath grinned. "Beldin was never satisfied with halfway measures," he said.
    There came another of those huge bellows from high above, followed by faint shrieks and cries of agony.
    "Now what's he doing?" Ce'Nedra asked.
    "Some kind of visual display, I'd imagine." Belgarath shrugged. "Probably fairly graphic. My guess is that everyone in the vicinity is being entertained by the spectacle of an illusory demon eating imaginary people alive."
    "Will it frighten them off?" Silk asked.
    "Wouldn't it frighten you?"
    From high overhead, a dreadful booming voice roared.
    "Hungry!" it said. "Hungry! Want food! Mow food!" There came a ponderous, earthshaking crash, the sound of a titanic foot crushing an acre of forest. Then there was another and yet another as Beldin's enormous image stalked away. The light returned, and Silk hurried toward the window.
    "I wouldn't," Belgarath warned him.
    "But-"
    "You don't want to see it, Silk. Take my word for it.You don't want to see it."
    The gigantic footsteps continued to crash through the nearby woods.
    "How much longer?" Sadi asked in a shaken voice.
    "He said about an hour," Belgarath replied. "He'll probably make use of all of it. He wants to make a lasting impression on everybody in the area."
    There were screams of terror coming from the woods now, and the crashing continued. Then there was another sound -a great roaring that receded off into the distance toward the southwest, accompanied by the fading surge of Beldin's will.
    "He's leading the