Pawn of Prophecy

awful-dark and cold and full of rats."
    "What is this talk of dungeons?" Durnik asked.
    "I'm afraid we may find out all about places like that very soon," Garion said, trying not to sound too frightened.
    "We've done nothing wrong," Durnik said.
    "Then why would the king have us seized like this? Kings don't do things like that without good reason."
    "We haven't done anything wrong," Durnik repeated stubbornly.
    "But maybe Mister Wolf has," Garion suggested. "The king wouldn't send all these soldiers after him without some reason - and we could all be thrown in the dungeon with him just because we happened to be his companions."
    "Thing like that don't happen in Sendaria," Durnik said firmly.
    The next day the wind was very strong as it blew in off the sea; but it was a warm wind, and the foot-deep snow on the road began to turn slushy. By midday it had started to rain. They rode in sodden misery toward the next hostel.
    "I'm afraid we'll have to delay our journey until this blows out," Captain Brendig said that evening, looking out one of the tiny windows of the hostel. "The road's going to be quite impassable by morning."
    They spent the next day, and the next, sitting in the cramped main room of the hostel listening to the wind-driven rain slashing at the walls and roof, all the while under the watchful eyes of Brendig and his soldiers.
    "Silk," Garion said on the second day, moving over to the bench where the rat-faced little man sat dozing.
    "Yes, Garion?" Silk asked, rousing himself.
    "What kind of man is the king?"
    "Which king?"
    "Of Sendaria."
    "A foolish man - like all kings." Silk laughed. "The Sendarian kings are perhaps a bit more foolish, but that's only natural. Why do you ask?"
    "Well" Garion hesitated. "Let's suppose that somebody did something that the king didn't like, and there were some other people traveling with him, and the king had these people seized. Would the king just throw them all into the dungeon? Or would he let the others go and just keep the one who'd angered him?"
    Silk looked at him for a moment and then spoke firmly.
    "That question is unworthy of you, Garion."
    Garion flushed. "
    I'm afraid of dungeons," he said in a small voice, suddenly very ashamed of himself. "I don't want to be locked up in the dark forever when I don't even know what for."
    "The kings of Sendaria are just and honest men," Silk told him. "Not too bright, I'm afraid, but always fair."
    "How can they be kings if they aren't wise?" Garion objected.
    "Wisdom's a useful trait in a king," Silk said, "but hardly essential."
    "How do they get to be kings, then?" Garion demanded.
    "Some are born to it," Silk said. "The stupidest man in the world can be a king if he has the right parents. Sendarian kings have a disadvantage because they started so low."
    "Low?"
    "They were elected. Nobody ever elected a king before - only the Sendars."
    "How do you elect a king?"
    Silk smiled.
    "Very badly, Garion. It's a poor way to select a king. The other ways are worse, but election is a very bad way to choose a king."
    "Tell me how it was done," Garion said.
    Silk glanced briefly at the rain-spattered window across the room and shrugged.
    "It's a way to pass the time," he said. And then he leaned back, stretched his feet toward the fire and began.
    "It all started about fifteen hundred years ago," he said, his voice loud enough to reach the ears of Captain Brendig, who sat nearby writing on a piece of parchment. "Sendaria wasn't a kingdom then, nor even a separate country. It had belonged from time to time to Cherek, Algaria or the northern Arends - Wacite or Asturian, depending on the fortunes of the Arendish civil war. When that war finally came to an end and the Wacites were destroyed and the Asturians had been defeated and driven into the untracked reaches of the great forest in northern Arendia, the Emperor of Tolnedra, Ran Horb II, decided that there ought to be a kingdom here."
    "How could a Tolnedran emperor make that kind of decision for Sendaria?" Garion asked.
    "The arm of the Empire is very long," Silk said. "The Great North Road had been built during the Second Borune Dynasty- I think it was Ran Borune IV who started the construction, wasn't it, Captain?"
    "The fifth," Brendig said somewhat sourly without looking up. "Ran Borune V."
    "Thank you, Captain," Silk said. "I can never keep the Borune Dynasties straight. Anyway, there were already imperial legions in Sendaria to maintain the highway, and if one has troops