Demon Lord of Karanda

chipped and pitted from the storms of steel-tipped arrows that had swept over them. The heavy gates had been burst asunder during the final assault on the city and hung in splinters from their rusty iron hinges.
    The guards at the gate drew themselves up and saluted smartly as Atesca led the way into the city. The battered condition of the stone houses within the walls attested to the savagery of the fighting which had ensued when Rak Hagga had fallen. Many of them stood unroofed to the sky, their gaping, soot-blackened windows staring out at the rubble-choked streets. A work gang of sullen Murgos, dragging clanking chains behind them, labored to clear the fallen building stones out of the slushy streets under the watchful eyes of a detachment of Mallorean soldiers.
    "You know," Silk said, "that's the first time I've ever seen a Murgo actually work. I didn't think they even knew how."
    The headquarters of the Mallorean army in Cthol Murgos was in a large, imposing yellow-brick house near the center of the city. It faced a broad, snowy square, and a marble staircase led up to the main door with a file of red-cloaked Mallorean soldiers lining each side.
    "The former residence of the Murgo Military Governor of Hagga," Sadi noted as they drew near the house.
    "You've been here before, then?" Silk asked.
    "In my youth," Sadi replied. "Rak Hagga has always been the center of the slave trade."
    Atesca dismounted and turned to one of his officers.
    "Captain," he said, "have your men bring the Queen's litter. Tell them to be very careful."
    As the rest of them swung down from their mounts, the captain's men unfastened the litter from the saddles of the two horses that had carried it and started up the marble stairs in General Atesca's wake.
    Just inside the broad doors stood a polished table, and seated behind it was an arrogant-looking man with angular eyes and an expensive-looking scarlet uniform.
    Against the far wall stood a row of chairs occupied by bored-looking officials.
    "State your business," the officer behind the table said brusquely.
    Atesca's face did not change expression as he silently stared at the officer.
    "I said to state your business."
    "Have the rules changed, Colonel?" Atesca asked in a deceptively mild voice. "Do we no longer rise in the presence of a superior?"
    "I'm too busy to jump to my feet for every petty Melcene official from the outlying districts," the colonel declared.
    "Captain," Atesca said flatly to his officer, "if the colonel is not on his feet in the space of two heartbeats, would you be so good as to cut his head off for me?"
    "Yes, sir," the captain replied, drawing his sword even as the startled colonel jumped to his feet.
    "Much better," Atesca told him. "Now, let's begin over again. Do you by chance remember how to salute?"
    The colonel saluted smartly, though his face was pale.
    "Splendid. We'll make a soldier of you yet. Now, one of the people I was escorting -a lady of high station- fell ill during our journey. I want a warm, comfortable room prepared for her immediately."
    "Sir," the colonel protested, "I'm not authorized to do that."
    "Don't put your sword away just yet, Captain."
    "But, General, the members of his Majesty's household staff make all those decisions. They'll be infuriated if I overstep my bounds."
    "I'll explain it to his Majesty, Colonel," Atesca told him. "The circumstances are a trifle unusual, but I'm sure he'll approve."
    The colonel faltered, his eyes filled with indecision.
    "Do it, Colonel! Now!"
    "I'll see to it at once, General," the colonel replied, snapping to attention. "You men," he said to the soldiers holding Ce'Nedra's litter, "follow me."
    Garion automatically started to follow the litter, but Polgara took his arm firmly. "No, Garion. I'll go with her. There's nothing you can do right now, and I think Zakath's going to want to talk to you. Just be careful of what you say." And she went off down the hallway behind the litter.
    "I see that Mallorean society still has its little frictions, " Silk said blandly to General Atesca.
    "Angaraks," Atesca grunted. " Sometimes they have a little difficulty coping with the modern world. Excuse me, Prince Kheldar. I want to let his Majesty know that we're here." He went to a polished door at the other end of the room and spoke briefly with one of the guards. Then he came back. "The Emperor is being advised of our arrival," he said to them. "I expect that he'll see us in a few moments."
    A rather chubby,