King of The Murgos

The drunken man said, knocking the staff aside.
    Without changing expression, Toth flicked his wrist, and the tip of the staff cracked sharply against the side of the fellow's head, sending him reeling, vacant-eyed and twitching, into the gutter.
    "Why, thank you," Velvet said pleasantly to the mute giant, and Toth inclined his head politely as they rode on down the shabby street.
    "What in the world were they fighting about?" Ce'Nedra asked curiously.
    "It's a way to keep warm," Silk replied. "Firewood's expensive in Tol Honeth, and a nice friendly fight stirs up the blood. I thought that everybody knew that."
    "Are you making fun of me?"
    "Would I do that?"
    "He's always had a certain streak of flippancy in his nature, your Majesty," Velvet said.
    "Liselle," Ce'Nedra told her quite firmly, "since we're going to be traveling together, let's drop the formalities. My name is Ce'Nedra."
    "If your Majesty prefers it that way."
    "My Majesty does."
    "All right then, Ce'Nedra," the blond girl said with a warm smile.
    They rode on through the unlighted streets of the Imperial City until they reached the looming mass of the south wall. "We go this way," Velvet told them, turning down a rainy street lying between the wall and a long string of warehouses. The house to which she led them was a stout, two-storey building, its stones black and shiny from the rain and fog, and it was set about a central courtyard and had a heavy front gate. Its narrow windows were all tightly shuttered, and a single small lantern gleamed over its gate.
    Velvet dismounted carefully, holding her skirt up to keep its hem out of the slush. She stepped to the gate and tugged at a rope. Inside the courtyard a small bell tinkled. A voice from inside answered, and she spoke quietly for a moment to the gatekeeper. Then there was the sound of a clanking chain, and the gate swung open. Velvet led her horse into the courtyard, and the rest followed her. Inside, Garion looked around curiously. The courtyard had been cleared of snow, and the cobblestones gleamed wetly in the still-falling drizzle. Several saddled horses stood under an overhanging roof, and a couple of well-appointed carriages were drawn up to a solid-looking door.
    "Are we going inside?" Ce'Nedra asked, looking about curiously.
    Velvet gave her a speculative look, then turned to look at Eriond. "Perhaps that might not be such a good idea," she said.
    The muffled sound of laughter came from somewhere inside, followed by a woman's shrill squeal.
    One of Polgara's eyebrows went up. "I think Liselle is right," she said firmly. "We'll wait out here."
    "I'm a grown woman, Lady Polgara," Ce'Nedra objected.
    "Not that grown, dear."
    "Will you accompany me, Prince Kheldar?" Velvet asked the little man. "The presence of an unescorted woman in this house is sometimes misunderstood."
    "Of course," he replied.
    "We won't be long,1' Velvet assured the rest of them. With Silk at her side, she went to the door, rapped on its panels, and was immediately admitted.
    "I still don't see why we can't wait inside where it's warm and dry," Ce'Nedra complained, shivering and pulling her cloak more tightly about her.
    "I'm sure you would if you went in there," Polgara told her. "A little rain won't hurt you."
    "What could possibly be that bad about this house?"
    There was another squeal from inside followed by more raucous laughter.
    "That, for one thing," Polgara replied.
    Ce'Nedra's eyes grew wide. "You mean that it's one of those places?" Her face suddenly went bright red.
    "It's got all the earmarks of it."
    After about a quarter of an hour, a slanting cellar door at the rear of the rain-drenched courtyard creaked open, and Silk came up from below carrying a gleaming lantern. "We're going to have to lead the horses down," he told them.
    "Where are we going?" Garion asked.
    "Down to the cellars. This place is full of surprises."
    In single file, leading their skittish horses, they followed down a slanting stone ramp. From somewhere below, Garion could hear the gurgle and wash of running water; when they reached the foot of the ramp, he saw that the narrow passageway opened out into a large, cave like chamber, roofed over with massive stone arches and dimly lighted by smoky torches. The center of the chamber was filled with dark, oily-looking water, and a narrow walkway ran around three sides of the pool. Moored to the walkway was a fair-sized barge, painted black and with a dozen dark-cloaked oarsmen on each