Demon Lord of Karanda

are barricaded."
    "Can you prove that you came from Maga Renn?" the captain insisted.
    "Well-" Yarblek unbuckled a well-worn saddlebag hanging under his right stirrup and began to rummage around in it. "I've got a permit here issued by the Bureau of Commerce," he said rather dubiously. "It authorizes me to move my goods from Maga Renn to Mal Dariya .
    If I can't find ships there, I'll have to get another permit to go on to Mal Camat, I guess. Would that satisfy you?"
    "Let's see it." The captain held out his hand, snapping his fingers impatiently.
    Yarblek handed it over.
    "It's a little smeared," the captain accused suspiciously.
    "I spilled some beer on it in a tavern in Penn Daka ." Yarblek shrugged. "Weak, watery stuff it was. Take my advice, Captain. Don't ever plan to do any serious drinking in Penn Daka . It's a waste of time and money."
    "Is drinking all you Nadraks ever think about?"
    "It's the climate. There's nothing else to do in Gar og Nadrak in the wintertime."
    "Have you got anything else?"
    Yarblek pawed through his saddlebag some more. "Here's a bill of sale from a carpet merchant on Yorba Street in Maga Renn -pockmarked fellow with bad teeth. Do you by any chance know him?"
    "Why would I know a carpet merchant in Maga Renn? I'm an officer in the imperial army. I don't associate with riffraff. Is the date on this accurate?"
    "How should I know? We use a different calendar in Gar og Nadrak. It was about two weeks ago, if that's any help."
    The captain thought it over, obviously trying very hard to find some excuse to exert his authority. Finally his expression became faintly disappointed. "All right," he said grudgingly, handing back the documents. "Be on your way. But don't make any side trips, and make sure that none of your people leave your caravan."
    "They'd better not leave -not if they want to get paid.
    "Thank you, Captain." Yarblek swung back up into his saddle.
    The officer grunted and waved them on.
    "Little people should never be given any kind of authority," the Nadrak said sourly when they were out of earshot. "It lies too heavily on their brains."
    "Yarblek!" Silk objected.
    "Present company excepted, of course."
    "Oh. That's different, then."
    "Ye lie like ye were born to it, good Master Yarblek," Feldegast the juggler said admiringly.
    "I've been associating with a certain Drasnian for too long."
    "How did you come by the permit and the bill of sale?" Silk asked him.
    Yarblek winked and tapped his forehead slyly. "Official types are always overwhelmed by official-looking documents -and the more petty the official, the more he's impressed. I could have proved to that obnoxious little captain back there that we came from any place at all -Melcene, Aduma in the Mountains of Zamad, even Crol Tibu on the coast of Gandahar- except that all you can buy in Crol Tibu are elephants, and I don't have any of those with me, so that might have made even him a little suspicious."
    Silk looked around with a broad grin. "Now you see why I went into partnership with him," he said to them all.
    "You seem well suited to each other," Velvet agreed.
    Belgarath was tugging at one ear. "I think we'll leave you after dark tonight," he said to Yarblek. "I don't want some other officious soldier to stop us and count noses -or decide that we need a military escort."
    Yarblek nodded. "Are you going to need anything?"
    "Just some food is all." Belgarath glanced back at their laden packhorses plodding along beside the mules. "We've been on the road for quite some time now and we've managed to gather up what we really need and discard what we don't."
    "I'll see to it that you've got enough food," Vella promised from where she was riding between Ce'Nedra and Velvet. "Yarblek sometimes forgets that full ale kegs are not the only things you need on a journey."
    "An' will ye be ridin' north, then?" Feldegast asked Belgarath. The little comic had changed out of his brightcolored clothes and was now dressed in plain brown.
    "Unless they've moved it, that's where Ashaba is," Belgarath replied.
    "If it be all the same to ye, I'll ride along with ye fer a bit of a ways."
    "Oh?"
    "There was a little difficulty with the authorities the last time I was in Mal Dariya, an' I'd like to give 'em time t' regain their composure befure I go back fer me triumphant return engagement. Authorities tend t' be a stodgy an' unfergivin' lot, don't y' know -always dredgin' up old pranks an' bits of mischief perpetrated in the spirit of fun an'