King of The Murgos

admitted.
    "Yes, dear, I'm afraid you are. Your prejudices are running away with you. Ordinary people can afford that. Kings Cannot. Go back to where he's sitting, Garion, and watch him very closely. Don't pass up this opportunity to get to know him. The time may come when that knowledge will help you."
    "All right, Aunt Pol." Garion sighed, squaring his shoulders resolutely.
    It was almost noon when Oskatat entered the room. "Your Majesty," he announced in his rasping voice, "Agachak, Hierarch of Rak Urga, craves audience with you."
    "Show him in, Oskatat," Urgit replied wearily. He turned to his mother. "I think I'm going to have to find another place to hide," he muttered. "Too many people know where to find me."
    "I have a splendid closet, Urgit," she replied, "warm and dry and dark. You could hide in there and cover yourself with a blanket. We'll slip food in to you from time to time."
    "Are you making fun of me, mother?"
    "No, dear," she said. "But like it or not, you're the king. You can either be king or you can be a spoiled child. The choice is entirely up to you."
    Garion glanced guiltily at Polgara.
    "Yes?" she murmured.
    But he decided not to answer.
    The cadaverous-looking Agachak entered and bowed perfunctorily to his king. "Your Majesty," he said in his hollow voice.
    "Dread Hierarch," Urgit responded, his voice betraying no hint of his true feeling.
    "Time is passing, your Majesty."
    "It has a way of doing that, I've noticed."
    "My point is that the weather is about to turn stormy. Is the ship nearly ready?"
    "I expect it to sail tomorrow," Urgit replied.
    "Excellent. I shall instruct Kabach to make ready."
    "Has the Priestess Chabat regained her composure?" Urgit asked.
    "Not really, your Majesty. She still keenly feels the loss of her paramour."
    "Even after she found out what his true feelings were about her? Who can ever hope to understand the workings of the female mind?"
    "Chabat is not that difficult to fathom, your Majesty." Agachak shrugged. "A disfigured woman has little chance to attract lovers, and the loss of even an insincere one is most painful. Her loss in this particular case goes a bit deeper, however. Sorchak assisted her in the performance of certain rites of magic. Without him, she will not be able to continue her efforts to summon up demons."
    Urgit shuddered. "I thought that she was a sorceress. Isn't that enough for her? Why would she want to dabble in magic, too?"
    "Chabat is not really that powerful a sorceress," Agachak replied. "She thinks that she will have a greater advantage when she finally confronts me if she has demons to aid her.''
    "Confront you? Is that what she's planning?"
    "Of course. Her occasional dallying is merely an amusement. Her central goal has always been power. In time, she will have to try to wrest mine from me."
    "If that's the case, why did you allow her to gain so much authority in the Temple?"
    "It amused me," Agachak said with a chill smile. "I am not as repelled by ugliness as others are, and Chabat, despite her ambition—or perhaps because of it—is very efficient."
    "You knew about her affair with Sorchak. Didn't that offend you?"
    "Not really," the dead-looking Hierarch answered. "That's just a part of the entertainment I'm preparing for myself. Eventually, Chabat will succeed in raising a demon, and then she will challenge me. At the very instant that her triumph seems complete, I shall also raise a demon, and mine will destroy hers. Then I shall have her stripped and dragged to the Sanctum. There she will be bent backward across the altar and I myself will slowly cut out her heart. I look forward to that moment with a great deal of anticipation, and it will be all the sweeter because it will come just when she thinks she has beaten me." His dead face had come alive with a dreadful pleasure. His eyes burned, and there were flecks of spittle in the comers of his mouth. - Urgit, however, looked faintly sick. "Grolims appear to have more exotic amusements than ordinary men."
    "Not really, Urgit. The only reason for power is to be able to use it to destroy your enemies, and it's particularly enjoyable to be able to drag them down from a height before you destroy them. Wouldn't you like to be present when the mighty Kal Zakath dies with a Dagashi knife in his heart?"
    "Not really. I just want him out of the way. I don't particularly want to watch the procedure."
    "You have not yet learned the true meaning of power, then. The understanding may