Magician's Gambit

be a good place for Hettar," Silk pointed out. "We'd have to put a leash on him."
    "I know that." Barak sighed. "But I'll miss him all the same."
    "Which direction do we take?" Mandorallen asked, squinting out at the grassland.
    Belgarath pointed to the southeast. "That way. We'll cross the upper end of the Vale to the escarpment and then go through the southern tip of Mishrak ac Thull. The Thulls don't put out patrols as regularly as the Murgos do."
    "Thulls don't do much of anything unless they have to," Silk noted. "They're too preoccupied with trying to avoid Grolims."
    "When do we start?" Durnik asked.
    "As soon as Relg finishes his prayers," Belgarath replied.
    "We'll have time for breakfast then," Barak said dryly.
    They rode all that day across the flat grassland of southern Algaria beneath the deep blue autumn sky. Relg, wearing an old hooded tunic of Durnik's over his mail shirt, rode badly, with his legs sticking out stifliy. He seemed to be concentrating more on keeping his face down than on watching where he was going.
    Barak watched sourly, with disapproval written plainly on his face. "I'm not trying to tell you your business, Belgarath," he said after several hours, "but that one's going to be trouble before we're finished with this."
    "The light hurts his eyes, Barak," Aunt Pol told the big man, "and he's not used to riding. Don't be so quick to criticize."
    Barak clamped his mouth shut, his expression still disparaging.
    "At least we'll be able to count on his staying sober," Aunt Pol observed primly. "Which is more than I can say about some members of this little group."
    Barak coughed uncomfortably.
    They set up for the night on the treeless bank of a meandering stream. Once the sun had gone down, Relg seemed less apprehensive, though he made an obvious point of not looking directly at the driftwood fire. Then he looked up and saw the first stars in the evening sky. He gaped up at them in horror, his unveiled face breaking out in a glistening sweat. He covered his head with his arms and collapsed face down on the earth with a strangled cry.
    "Relg!" Garion exclaimed, jumping to the stricken man's side and putting his hands on him without thinking.
    "Don't touch me," Relg gasped automatically.
    "Don't be stupid. What's wrong? Are you sick?"
    "The sky," Relg croaked in despair. "The sky! It terrifies me!"
    "The sky?" Garion was baffled. "What's wrong with the sky?" He looked up at the familiar stars.
    "There's no end to it," Relg groaned. "It goes up forever."
    Quite suddenly Garion understood. In the caves he had been afraid unreasoningly afraid - because he had been closed in. Out here under the open sky, Relg suffered from the same kind of blind terror. Garion realized with a kind of shock that quite probably Relg had never been outside the caves of Ulgo in his entire life. "It's all right," he assured him comfortingly. "The sky can't hurt you. It's just up there. Don't pay any attention to it."
    "I can't bear it."
    "Don't look at it."
    "I still know it's there - all that emptiness."
    Garion looked helplessly at Aunt Pol. She made a quick gesture that told him to keep talking. "It's not empty," he floundered. "It's full of things - all kinds of things - clouds, birds, sunlight, stars-"
    "What?" Relg lifted his face up out of his hands. "What are those?"
    "Clouds? Everyone knows what-" Garion stopped. Obviously Relg did not know what clouds were. He'd never seen a cloud in his life. Garion tried to rearrange his thoughts to take that into account. It was not going to be easy to explain. He took in a deep breath. "All right. Let's start with clouds, then."
    It took a long time, and Garion was not really sure that Relg understood or if he was simply clinging to the words to avoid thinking about the sky. After clouds, birds were a bit easier, although feathers were very hard to explain.
    "UL spoke to you," Relg interrupted Garion's description of wings. "He called you Belgarion. Is that your name?"
    "Well-" Garion replied uncomfortably. "Not really. Actually my name is Garion, but I think the other name is supposed to be mine too sometime later, I believe - when I'm older."
    "UL knows all things," Relg declared. "If he called you Belgarion, that's your true name. I will call you Belgarion."
    "I really wish you wouldn't."
    "My God rebuked me," Relg groaned, his voice sunk into a kind of sick self loathing. "I have failed him."
    Garion couldn't quite follow that. Somehow, even in the midst of his