Pawn of Prophecy

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    "A sizable sum for an ordinary farmhand to have, friend Brill," Wolf said, pouring the jingling coins from the purse into his hand. "How did you manage to come by it?"
    Brill glared at him.
    Garion's eyes grew wide at the sight of the coins. He had never seen gold before.
    "You don't really need to answer, friend Brill," Wolf said, examining one of the coins. "Your gold speaks for you." He dumped the coins back in the purse and tossed the small leather pouch back to the man on the floor. Brill grabbed it quickly and pushed it back inside his tunic.
    "I'll have to tell Faldor of this," Durnik said.
    "No," Wolf said.
    "It's a serious matter," Durnik said. "A bit of wrestling or a few blows exchanged is one thing, but drawing weapons is quite another."
    "There's no time for all of that," Wolf said, taking a piece of harness strap from a peg on the wall. "Bind his hands behind him, and we'll put him in one of the grain bins. Someone will find him in the morning."
    Durnik stared at him.
    "Trust me, good Durnik," Wolf said. "The matter is urgent. Bind him and hide him someplace; then come to the kitchen. Come with me, Garion." And he turned and left the stable.
    Aunt Pol was pacing her kitchen nervously when they returned.
    "Well?" she demanded.
    "He was attempting to leave," Wolf said. "We stopped him."
    "Did you-?" she left it hanging.
    "No. He drew a sword, but Durnik chanced to be nearby and knocked the belligerence out of him. The intervention was timely. Your cub here was about to do battle. That little dagger of his is a pretty thing, but not really much of a match for a sword."
    Aunt Pol turned on Garion, her eyes ablaze. Garion prudently stepped back out of reach.
    "There's no time for that," Wolf said, retrieving the tankard he had set down before leaving the kitchen. "Brill had a pouchful of good red Angarak gold. The Murgos have set eyes to watching this place. I'd wanted to make our going less noticeable, but since we're already being watched, there's no point in that now. Gather what you and the boy will need. I want a few leagues between us and Brill before he manages to free himself. I don't want to be looking over my shoulder for Murgos every place I go."
    Durnik, who had just come into the kitchen, stopped and stood staring at them.
    "Things aren't what they seem here," he said. "What manner of folk are you, and how is it that you have such dangerous enemies?"
    "That's a long story, good Durnik," Wolf said, "but I'm afraid there's no time to tell it now. Make our apologies to Faldor, and see if you can't detain Brill for a day or so. I'd like our trail to be quite cold before he or his friends try to find it."
    "Someone else is going to have to do that," Durnik said slowly. "I'm not sure what this is all about, but I am sure that there's danger involved in it. It appears that I'll have to go with you - at least until I've gotten you safely away from here."
    Aunt Pol suddenly laughed.
    "You, Durnik? You mean to protect us?"
    He drew himself up.
    "I'm sorry, Mistress Pol," he said. "I will not permit you to go unescorted."
    "Will not permit?" she said incredulously.
    "Very well," Wolf said, a sly look on his face.
    "Have you totally taken leave of your senses?" Aunt Pol demanded, turning on him.
    "Durnik has shown himself to be a useful man," Wolf said. "If nothing else, he'll give me someone to talk with along the way. Your tongue has grown sharper with the years, Pol, and I don't relish the idea of a hundred leagues or more with nothing but abuse for companionship."
    "I see that you've finally slipped into your dotage, Old Wolf," she said acidly.
    "That's exactly the sort of thing I meant," Wolf replied blandly. "Now gather a few necessary things, and let's be away from here. The night is passing rapidly."
    She glared at him a moment and then stormed out of the kitchen.
    "I'll have to fetch some things too," Durnik said. He turned and went out into the gusty night.
    Garion's mind whirled. Things were happening far too fast.
    "Afraid, boy?" Wolf asked.
    "Well-" Garion said. "It's just that I don't understand. I don't understand any of this at all."
    "You will in time, Garion," Wolf said. "For now it's better perhaps that you don't. There's danger in what we're doing, but not all that great a danger. Your Aunt and I - and good Durnik, of course - will see that no harm comes to you. Now help me in the pantry." He took a lantern into the pantry and began loading some loaves of bread, a ham, a round