Demon Lord of Karanda

the old man.
    Belgarath grinned at him and winked.
    "I will speak with my mistress, your Majesty," Andel said, "and entreat her to send her semblance here. Should she consent, I beg of you to ask your questions quickly. The effort of reaching half around the world exhausts her, and she is not robust." Then the Dalasian woman knelt reverently and lowered her head, and Garion once again heard that peculiar murmur as of many voices, followed by a long moment of silence. Again there was that same shimmer in the air; when it had cleared, the hooded and blindfolded form of Cyradis stood there.
    "We thank you for coming, Holy Seeress," Zakath said to her in an oddly respectful tone of voice." My guests here have told me certain things that I am loath to believe, but I have agreed to accept whatever you can confirm."
    "I will tell thee what I can, Zakath," she replied. "Some things are hidden from me, and some others may not yet be revealed."
    "I understand the limitations, Cyradis. Belgarion tells me that Urgit, the King of the Murgos, is not of the blood of Taur Urgas. Is this true?"
    "It is," she replied simply. "King Urgit's father was an Alorn."
    "Are any of the sons of Taur Urgas still alive?"
    "Nay, Zakath. The line of Taur Urgas became extinct some twelve years ago when his last son was strangled in a cellar in Rak Goska upon the command of Oskatat, King Urgit's Seneschal."
    Zakath sighed and shook his head sadly. "And so it has ended," he said. "My enemy's line passed unnoticed from this world in a dark cellar -passed so quietly that I could not even rejoice that they were gone, nor curse the ones who stole them from my grasp."
    "Revenge is a hollow thing, Zakath."
    "It's the only thing I've had for almost thirty years now." He sighed again, then straightened his shoulders. "Did Zandramas really steal Belgarion's son?"
    "She did, and now she carries him to the Place Which Is No More."
    "And where's that?"
    Her face grew very still. "I may not reveal that," she replied finally, "but the Sardion is there."
    "Can you tell me what the Sardion is?"
    "It is one half of the stone which was divided."
    "Is it really all that important?"
    "In all of Angarak there is no thing of greater worth. The Grolims all know this. Urvon would give all his wealth for it. Zandramas would abandon the adoration of multitudes for it. Mengha would give his soul for it -indeed, he hath done so already in his enlistment of demons to aid him. Even Agachak, Hierarch of Rak Urga, would abandon his ascendancy in Cthol Murgos to possess it."
    "How is it that a thing of such value has escaped my notice?"
    "Thine eyes are on worldly matters, Zakath. The Sardion is not of this world -no more than the other half of the divided stone is of this world."
    "The other half?"
    " That which the Angaraks call Cthrag Yaska and the men of the West call the Orb of Aldur. Cthrag Sardius and Cthrag Yaska were sundered in the moment which saw the birth of the opposing necessities."
    Zakath's face had grown quite pale, and he clasped his hands tightly in front of him to control their trembling.
    "It's all true, then?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
    "All, Kal Zakath. All."
    "Even that Belgarion and Zandramas are the Child of Light and the Child of Dark?"
    "Yes, they are."
    He started to ask her another question, but she raised her hand. "My time is short, Zakath, and I must now reveal something of greater import unto thee, Know that thy life doth approach a momentous crossroads. Put aside thy lust for power and thy hunger for revenge, as they are but childish toys. Return thou even to Mal Zeth to prepare thyself for thy part in the meeting which is to come."
    "My part?" He sounded startled.
    "Thy name and thy task are written in the stars."
    "And what is this task?"
    "I will instruct thee when thou art ready to understand what it is that thou must do. First thou must cleanse thy heart of that grief and remorse which hath haunted thee."
    His face grew still, and he sighed. "I'm afraid not, Cyradis," he said. "What you ask is quite impossible."
    "Then thou wilt surely die before the seasons turn again. Consider what I have told thee, and consider it well, Emperor of Mallorea. I will speak with thee anon." And then she shimmered and vanished.
    Zakath stared at the empty spot where she had stood.
    His face was pale, and his jaws were set.
    "Well, Zakath?" Belgarath said. "Are you convinced?"
    The Emperor rose from his chair and began to pace up and down. "This is an absolute