King of The Murgos

curse. "We've got a problem," he announced without turning.
    The problem became apparent as soon as the rest of them reached the entrance to the ravine. Some distance out on the desert, a large cloud of dust was rising to hang motionless in the still morning air.
    "How many men do you think it would take to raise that much dust?" Garion asked quietly.
    "At least several hundred," Silk told him.
    "Murgos?"
    "Not unless the Murgos have changed their habits," Velvet murmured. "Those men are dressed in red."
    Silk peered intently out at the dust cloud. "You've got good eyes," he said finally to the blond girl.
    "One of the advantages of youth," she replied sweetly.
    He gave her a quick, irritable look.
    "I thought this was Murgo territory," Durnik objected.
    "It is," Sadi said, "but the Malloreans send patrols out every so often. Zakath's been trying to find a way to come at Urgit from behind for a number of years now."
    "How did they find water out there?"
    "I'm sure they brought it with them."
    Toth turned toward the south side of the ravine and scrambled up the steep, rocky bank, sending long streams of dusty brown gravel slithering down behind him.
    "Do you think we can outrun them?" Silk asked Belgarath.
    "That probably wouldn't be a very good idea. I think we'd better stay here until they're out of the area."
    Toth gave a low whistle from the top of the bank he had just climbed.
    "Go see what he wants, Durnik," Belgarath said.
    The smith nodded and started up the steep slope.
    "Do you think they'll find us up here?" Ce'Nedra asked tensely.
    "It's not too likely, your Majesty," Sadi replied. "I doubt that they're going to take the time to search every ravine and gully in these mountains."
    Belgarath squinted out at the dust cloud. "They're moving toward the southwest," he noted. "If we sit tight for a day or so, they'll move on out of our vicinity."
    "I hate to lose the time," Garion fretted.
    "So do I, but I don't think we've got much choice."
    Durnik came sliding back down the bank of the ravine. "There's another group of men up ahead," he reported tersely. "Murgos, I think."
    Belgarath uttered a fairly rancid curse. "I really don't want to get caught in the middle of a skirmish," he said. "Go up there and keep an eye on things," he told Silk. "Let's not have any more surprises."
    Silk started up the steep bank of the ravine. On an impulse, Garion followed him. When they reached the top, they took cover behind a scrubby thorn bush.
    The fiery ball of the sun slid up out of the desert lying to the east, and the obscuring cloud of dust raised by the advancing Mallorean column turned it to an ominous red. The figures of the men below, both the mounted Malloreans and the concealed Murgos, were tiny in the distance, like toy figures on a miniature landscape.
    "As closely as I can tell, they're about evenly matched," Silk noted, looking down at the two parties of troops.
    Garion considered it. "The Murgos are going to have the advantage, though. They're on higher ground and they'll have the element of surprise."
    Silk grinned. "You're turning into quite a tactician."
    Garion let that pass.
    "Sadi was right," Silk said. "The Malloreans brought water with them." He pointed at two dozen or so cumbersome-looking wagons loaded with large casks, trailing along at the rear of the column advancing across the desert.
    The Malloreans reached the first of the shallow ravines stretching up into the foothills, then halted, while their scouts fanned out to search the rocky terrain. It was only a short time before alarmed shouts announced that at least some of the Murgos had been seen.
    "That doesn't make any sense," Garion said. "They didn't even try to keep from being found."
    "Murgos aren't notorious for intelligence," Silk replied. As the red-clad Malloreans massed up for a charge, the concealed Murgos rose from their hiding places and began to shower their foes with arrows, but after only a few volleys, they began to pull back.
    "Why are they retreating?" Garion demanded in disgust. "What's the point of setting up an ambush and then turning around and running away from it?"
    "Nobody's that stupid," Silk muttered his agreement. "They're up to something else."
    The retreating Murgos kept up a steady rain of arrows, littering the ravines stretching up into the hills with windrows of red-garbed dead as the Malloreans doggedly charged up into the foothills. Once again, the toy like quality of all those men so far below became