Demon Lord of Karanda

gift," Sadi murmured. "I wonder if an undeaf man could learn it."
    "I can think of some times myself when it might have been useful," Silk agreed, covering his mouth as he feigned a cough. He looked at Sadi. "Can I get an honest answer out of you?" he asked.
    "That depends on the question, Kheldar."
    "You're aware of the secret language?"
    "Of course."
    "Do you understand it?"
    "I'm afraid not. I've never met a Drasnian who trusted me enough to teach me."
    "I wonder why." Sadi flashed him a quick grin.
    "I think we can manage if we cover our mouths when we speak," Garion said.
    "Won't that become a little obvious after a while?" Sadi objected.
    "What are they going to do? Tell us to stop?"
    "Probably not, but we might want to pass on some disinformation sometimes, and if they know that we know about this way of listening, we won't be able to do that." The eunuch sighed about the lost opportunity, then shrugged. "Oh, well," he said.
    Garion looked at Silk. "Do you know of anything that's going on that we could use to pull the police off our trail?"
    "No, not really," the little man replied. "At the moment the Melcene consortium seems to be concentrating on keeping this year's price list a secret and trying to persuade Vasca that Yarblek and I should be restrained to those enclaves on the west coast. We've got Vasca pretty much in our pockets, though -as long as he stays bribed. There's a great deal of secret maneuvering going on, but I don't think anything is close to coming to a head right now. Even if it did, it probably wouldn't cause a big enough stink to make the secret police abandon their assignment to watch us."
    "Why not go right to the top?" Sadi suggested. "I could talk to Brador and see if he's susceptible to bribery."
    "I don't think so, Garion said. "He's having us watched on specific orders from Zakath. I doubt that any amount of money would make him consider risking his head."
    "There are other ways to bribe people, Belgarion."Sadi smiled slyly. "I have some things in my case that make people feel very good. The only trouble with them is that after you've used them a few times, you have to keep on using them. The pain of stopping is really quite unbearable. I could own Brador within the space of a week and make him do anything I told him to do."
    Garion felt a sudden surge of profound distaste for the entire notion. "I'd really rather not do that," he said, "or only as a last resort."
    "You Alorns have a peculiar notion of morality," the eunuch said, rubbing at his shaved scalp. "You chop people in two without turning a hair, but you get queasy at the idea of poisons or drugs."
    "It's a cultural thing, Sadi," Silk told him.
    "Have you found anything else that might work to our advantage?" Garion asked.
    Sadi considered it. "Not by itself, no," he replied. "A bureaucracy lends itself to endemic corruption, though. There are a number of people in Mallorea who take advantage of that. Caravans have a habit of getting waylaid in the Dalasian Mountains or on the road from Maga Renn. A caravan needs a permit from the Bureau of Commerce, and Vasca has been known on occasion to sell information about departure times and routes to certain robber chiefs. Or, if the price is right, he sells his silence to the merchant barons in Melcene." The eunuch chuckled. "Once he sold information about one single caravan to three separate robber bands. There was a pitched battle on the plains of Delchin, or so I'm told."
    Garion's eyes narrowed in thought. "I'm beginning to get the feeling that we might want to concentrate our attention on this Baron Vasca," he said. "Velvet told us that he's also trying to take the Bureau of Military Procurement away from the army."
    "I didn't know that," Silk said with some surprise. "Little Liselle is developing quite rapidly, isn't she?"
    "It's the dimples, Prince Kheldar," Sadi said. "I'm almost totally immune to any kind of feminine blandishment, but I have to admit that when she smiles at me, my knees turn to butter. She's absolutely adorable -and totally unscrupulous, of course."
    Silk nodded. "Yes," he said. "We're moderately proud of her."
    "Why don't you two go look her up?" Garion suggested. "Pool your information about this highly corruptible Baron Vasca. Maybe we can stir something up- something noisy. Open fighting in the halls of the palace might just be the sort of thing we need to cover our escape."
    "You have a genuine flair for politics, Belgarion," Sadi said