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place."
    "My sister," Silk replied, glancing at Aunt Pol. "She's invested in my venture, but she doesn't trust me. She insisted on coming along to make sure I don't cheat her."
    "I'd stay out of Rak Goska," Kalvor advised.
    "I'm committed now," Silk said helplessly. "I don't have any other choice, do I?"
    "I'll tell you quite honestly, Ambar, it's as much as a man's life is worth to go to Rak Goska just now. A good merchant I know was actually accused of violating the women's quarters in a Murgo household."
    "Well, I suppose that happens sometimes. Murgo women are reputed to be very handsome."
    "Ambar," Kalvor said with a pained expression, "the man was seventy-three years old."
    "His sons can be proud of his vitality then." Silk laughed. "What happened to him?"
    "He was condemned and impaled," Kalvor said with a shudder. "The soldiers rounded us all up and made us watch. It was ghastly."
    Silk frowned. "There's no chance that the charges were true?"
    "Seventy-three years old, Ambar," Kalvor repeated. "The charges were obviously false. If I didn't know better, I'd guess that Taur Urgas is trying to drive all western merchants out of Cthol Murgos. Rak Goska simply isn't safe for us any more."
    Silk grimaced. "Who can ever say what Taur Urgas is thinking?"
    "He profits from every transaction in Rak Goska. He'd have to be insane to drive us out deliberately."
    "I've met Taur Urgas," Silk said grimly. "Sanity's not one of his major failings." He looked around with a kind of desperation on his face. "Kalvor, I've invested everything I own and everything I can borrow in this venture. If I turn back now, I'll be ruined."
    "You could turn north after you get through the mountains," Kalvor suggested. "Cross the river into Mishrak ac Thull and go to Thull Mardu."
    Silk made a face. "I hate dealing with Thulls."
    "There's another possibility," the Tolnedran said. "You know where the halfway point between Tol Honeth and Rak Goska is?"
    Silk nodded.
    "There's always been a Murgo resupply station there - food, spare horses, other necessities. Anyway, since the troubles in Rak Goska, a few enterprising Murgos have come out there and are buying whole caravan loads - horses and all. Their prices aren't as attractive as the prices in Rak Goska, but it's a chance for some profit, and you don't have to put yourself in danger to make it."
    "But that way you have no goods for the return journey," Silk objected. "Half the profit's lost if you come back with nothing to sell in Tol Honeth."
    "You'd have your life, Ambar," Kalvor said pointedly. He looked around again nervously, as if expecting to be arrested. "I'm not coming back to Cthol Murgos," he declared in a firm voice. "I'm as willing as any man to take risks for a good profit, but all the gold in the world isn't worth another trip to Rak Goska."
    "How far is it to the halfway point?" Silk asked, seemingly troubled.
    "I've ridden for three days since I left there," Kalvor replied. "Good luck, Ambar - whatever you decide." He gathered up his reins. "I want to put a few more leagues behind me before I stop for the night. There may be snow in the Tolnedran mountains, but at least I'll be out of Cthol Murgos and out from under the fist of Taur Urgas." He nodded briefly and moved off to the west at a fast trot, with his guards and his packtrain following after him.

Chapter Twenty-one
    THE SOUTH CARAVAN ROUTE wound through a series of high, arid valleys that ran in a generally east-west direction. The surrounding peaks were high - higher probably than the mountains to the west, but their upper slopes were only faintly touched with snow. The clouds overhead turned the sky a dirty slate-gray, but what moisture they held did not fall on this desiccated wilderness of sand, rock, and scrubby thorn. Though it did not snow, it was nonetheless bitterly cold. The wind blew continually, and its edge was like a knife.
    They rode east, making good time.
    "Belgarath," Barak said back over his shoulder, "there's a Murgo on that ridgeline ahead just to the south of the track."
    "I see him."
    "What's he doing?"
    "Watching us. He won't do anything as long as we stay on the caravan route."
    "They always watch like that," Silk stated. "The Murgos like to keep a close watch on everybody in their kingdom."
    "That Tolnedran-Kalvor," Barak said. "Do you think he was exaggerating?"
    "No," Belgarath replied. "I'd guess that Taur Urgas is looking for an excuse to close the caravan route and expel all the westerners