Magician's Gambit

the king of Cthol Murgos, Kordoch," Taur Urgas replied coldly. "I'm not amused by your attitude and I'm not in the habit of doing chores for the Dagashi. If you want him dead, kill him yourself."
    "This would hardly be a chore, your Majesty," Brill said with an evil grin. "The man's an old friend of yours." He reached out, roughly grasped the prisoner's hair, and jerked his head up for the king to see.
    It was Silk. His face was pale, and a deep cut on one side of his forehead trickled blood down the side of his face.
    "Behold the Drasnian spy Kheldar." Brill smirked. "I make a gift of him to your Majesty."
    Taur Urgas began to smile then, his eyes lighting with a dreadful pleasure. "Splendid," he said. "You have the gratitude of your king, Kordoch. Your gift is beyond price." His smile grew broader. "Greetings, Prince Kheldar," he said, almost purring. "I've been waiting for the chance to see you again for a long time now. We have many old scores to settle, don't we?"
    Silk seemed to stare back at the Murgo king, but Garion could not be sure if he were conscious enough even to comprehend what was happening to him.
    "Abide here a bit, Prince of Drasnia," Taur Urgas gloated. "I'll want to give some special thought to your final entertainment, and I'll want to be sure you're fully awake to appreciate it. You deserve something exquisite, I think - probably lingering - and I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint you by rushing into it."

Chapter Twenty-two
    BARAK AND GARION slid back down into the gully with the gravel rattling down the steep bank around them.
    "They've got Silk," Barak reported quietly. "Brill's there. It looks as if he and his men caught Silk while he was trying to leave. They turned him over to Taur Urgas,"
    Belgarath stood up slowly, a sick look on his face. "Is he-" He broke off.
    "No," Barak answered. "He's still alive. It looks as if they roughed him up a little, but he seemed to be all right."
    Belgarath let out a long, slow breath. "That's something, anyway."
    "Taur Urgas seemed to know him," Barak continued. "It sounded as if Silk had done something that offended the king pretty seriously, and Taur Urgas looks like the kind of man who holds grudges."
    "Are they holding him someplace where we can get to him?" Durnik asked.
    "We couldn't tell," Garion answered. "They all talked for a while, and then several soliders took him around behind that building down there. We couldn't see where they took him from there."
    "The Murgo who runs the place said something about a pit," Barak added.
    "We have to do something, father," Aunt Pol said.
    "I know, Pol. We'll come up with something." He turned to Barak again. "Haw many soldiers did Taur Urgas bring with him?"
    "A couple of regiments at least. They're all over the place down there."
    "We can translocate him, father," Aunt Pol suggested.
    "That's a long way to lift something, Pol," he objected. "Besides, we'd have to know exactly where he's being held."
    "I'll find that out." She reached up to unfasten her cloak.
    "Better wait until after dark," he told her. "There aren't many owls in Cthol Murgos, and you'd attract attention in the daylight. Did Taur Urgas have any Grolims with him?" he asked Garion.
    "I think I saw a couple."
    "That's going to complicate things. Translocation makes an awful noise. We'll have Taur Urgas right on our heels when we leave."
    "Do you have any other ideas, father?" Aunt Pol asked.
    "Let me work on it," he replied. "At any rate, we can't do anything until it gets dark."
    A low whistle came from some distance down the gully.
    "Who's that?" Barak's hand went to his sword.
    "Ho, Alorns." It was a hoarse whisper.
    "Methinks it is the Nadrak Yarblek," Mandorallen said.
    "How did he know we're here?" Barak demanded.
    There was the crunching sound of footsteps, in the gravel, and Yarblek came around a bend in the gully. His fur cap was low over his face, and the collar of his felt overcoat was pulled up around his ears. "There you are," he said, sounding relieved.
    "Are you alone?" Barak's voice was heavy with suspicion.
    "Of course I'm alone," Yarblek snorted. "I told my servants to go on ahead. You certainly left in a hurry."
    "We didn't feel like staying to greet Taur Urgas," Barak replied.
    "It's probably just as well. I'd have had a great deal of trouble getting you out of that mess back there. The Murgo soldiers inspected every one of my people to be sure they were all Nadraks before they'd let me leave. Taur Urgas has