Demon Lord of Karanda

dock with the sails flapping in the fitful breeze.
    "Isn't the word 'ship,' Garion?" Ce'Nedra asked.
    "What?"
    "You called them boats. Aren't they called ships?"
    He gave her a long, steady look.
    "I was only asking," she said defensively.
    "Don't. Please."
    "What did you hit this man with, Garion?" Belgarath asked peevishly. He was kneeling beside the Grolim.
    "My fist," Garion replied.
    "Next time, use an axe or a club. You almost killed him."
    "Would anyone else like to register any complaints?" Garion asked in a loud voice. "Let's pile them all up in a heap right now."
    They all stared at him, looking a bit shocked.
    He gave up. "Just forget that I said it." He squinted up at the sails, trying to swing the bow to the exact angle which would allow the sails to catch the offshore breeze.
    Then, quite suddenly, they bellied out and boomed, and the scow began to pick up speed, plowing out past the end of the pier and into open water.
    "Pol," Belgarath said. "Why don't you come over here and see what you can do with this man? I can't get a twitch out of him, and I want to question him."
    "All right, father." She went to the Grolim, knelt beside him, and put her hands on his temples. She concentrated for a moment, and Garion felt the surge of her will.
    The Grolim groaned.
    "Sadi," she said thoughtfully, "Do you have any nephara in that case of yours?"
    The eunuch nodded. "I was just going to suggest it myself, Lady Polgara." He knelt and opened his red case.
    Belgarath looked at his daughter quizzically.
    "It's a drug, father," she explained. "It induces truthfulness."
    "Why not do it the regular way?" he asked.
    "The man's a Grolim. His mind is likely to be very strong. I could probably overcome him, but it would take time -and it would be very tiring. Nephara works just as well and it doesn't take any effort."
    He shrugged. "Suit yourself, Pol."
    Sadi had taken a vial of a thick green liquid from his case. He unstoppered it and then took hold of the Grolim's nose, holding it until the half-conscious man was forced to open his mouth in order to breathe. Then the eunuch delicately tilted three drops of the green syrup onto the man's tongue. "I'd suggest giving him a few moments before you wake him, Lady Polgara," he said, squinting clinically at the Grolim's face. "Give the drug time to take effect first." He restoppered the vial and put it back in his case.
    "Will the drug hurt him in any way?" Durnik asked.
    Sadi shook his head. "It simply relaxes the will," he replied. "He'll be rational and coherent, but very tractable."
    "He also won't be able to focus his mind sufficiently to use any talent he may have," Polgara added. "We won't have to worry about his translocating himself away from us the moment he wakes up." She critically watched the Grolim's face, occasionally lifting one of his eyelids to note the drug's progress. "I think it's taken hold now," she said finally. She untied the prisoner's hands and feet.
    Then she put her hands on the man's temples and gently brought him back to consciousness. "How are you feeling?" she asked him.
    "My head hurts," the Grolim said plaintively.
    "That will pass," she assured him. She rose and looked at Belgarath. "Speak to him calmly, father," she said, "and start out with simple questions. With nephara it's best to lead them rather gently up to the important things."
    Belgarath nodded. He picked up a wooden pail, inverted it, it on the deck beside the Grolim, and sat on it. "Good morning, friend," he said pleasantly, "or is it afternoon?" He squinted up at the sky.
    "You're not really a Karand, are you?" the Grolim asked. His voice sounded dreamy. "I thought you were one of their wizards, but now that I look at you more closely, I can see that you're not."
    "You're very astute, friend," Belgarath congratulated him. "What's your name?"
    " Arshag," the Grolim replied.
    "And where are you from?"
    "I am of the Temple at Calida."
    "I thought you might be. Do you happen to know a Chandim named Harakan, by any chance?"
    "He now prefers to be known as Lord Mengha.
    "Ah, yes, I'd heard about that. That illusion of Nahaz you raised this morning was very accurate. You must have seen him several times in order to get everything right,"
    "I have frequently been in close contact with Nahaz," the Grolim admitted. "It was I who delivered him to Lord Mengha."
    "Why don't you tell me about that? I'm sure it's a fascinating story and I'd really like to hear it. Take your time, Arshag . Tell