Enchanter's End Game

making unnecessary noise," Belgarath told him. "Zedar can hear me moving around from a long way off, and Torak's only dozing now. I'd rather not take the chance of waking him up with any more loud clatter."
    They walked along the highway toward the shadowy line of rank undergrowth at the edge of the open fields surrounding the city. The sound of frogs from the marshy ground near the river was very loud in the twilight.
    "Torak isn't really asleep any more then?" Garion asked finally. He had harbored somewhere at the back of his mind the vague hope that they might be able to creep up on the sleeping God and catch him unaware.
    "No, not really,'' his grandfather replied. "The sound of your hand touching the Orb shook the whole world. Not even Torak could sleep through that. He isn't really awake yet, but he's not entirely asleep, either."
    "Did it really make all that much noise?" Silk asked curiously.
    "They probably heard it on the other side of the universe. I left the horses over there." The old man pointed toward a shadowy willow grove several hundred yards to the left of the road.
    From behind them there was the rattle of a heavy chain, startling the frogs into momentary silence.
    "They're opening the gate," Silk said. "They wouldn't do that unless somebody gave them an official reason to."
    "Let's hurry," Belgarath said.
    The horses stirred and nickered as the three of them pushed their way through the rustling willows in the rapidly descending darkness. They led the horses out of the grove, mounted, and rode back toward the highway.
    "They know we're out here somewhere," Belgarath said. "There's not much point being coy about it."
    "Just a second," Silk said. He dismounted and rummaged through one of the canvas bags tied to their packhorse. He pulled something out of the bag, then climbed back on his horse. "Let's go then."
    They pushed into a gallop, thudding along the dirt road under a starry, moonless sky toward the denser shadows where the forest rose at the edge of the scrubby, burned-off expanse surrounding the Nadrak capital.
    "Can you see them?" Belgarath called to Silk, who was bringing up the rear and looking back over his shoulder.
    "I think so," Silk shouted back. "They're about a mile behind."
    "That's too close."
    "I'll take care of it as soon as we get into the woods," Silk replied confidently.
    The dark forest loomed closer and closer as they galloped along the hard-packed road. Garion could smell the trees now.
    They plunged into the black shadows under the trees and felt that slight extra warmth that always lies in a forest. Silk reined in sharply. "Keep going," he told them, swinging out of his saddle. "I'll catch up."
    Belgarath and Garion rode on, slowing a bit in order to pick the road out of the darkness. After several minutes, Silk caught up with them. "Listen," the little man said, pulling his horse to a stop. His teeth flashed in the shadows as he grinned.
    "They're coming," Garion warned urgently as he heard a rumble of hoofs. "Hadn't we better-"
    "Listen," Silk whispered sharply.
    From behind there were several startled exclamations and the heavy sound of men falling. A horse squealed and ran off somewhere.
    Silk laughed wickedly. "I think we can press on," he said gaily. "They'll be delayed for a bit while they round up their horses."
    "What did you do?" Garion asked him.
    Silk shrugged. "I stretched a rope across the road, about chest-high on a mounted man. It's an old trick, but sometimes old tricks are the best. They'll have to be cautious now, so we should be able to lose them by morning."
    "Let's go, then," Belgarath said.
    "Where are we headed?" Silk asked as they moved into a canter.
    "We'll make directly for the north range," the old man replied. "Too many people know we're here, so let's get to the land of the Morindim as soon as we can."
    "If they're really after us, they'll follow us all the way, won't they?" Garion asked, looking back nervously.
    "I don't think so," Belgarath told him. "They'll be a long way behind by the time we get there. I don't think they'll risk going into Morind territory just to follow a cold trail."
    "Is it that dangerous, Grandfather?"
    "The Morindim do nasty things to strangers if they catch them."
    Garion thought about that. "Won't we be strangers too?" he asked. "To the Morindim, I mean?"
    "I'll take care of that when we get there."
    They galloped on through the remainder of the velvety night, leaving their now-cautious pursuers far behind.