Pawn of Prophecy

defeating each other. You're right, though. It is lonely, and sometimes disgusting - but most of the time it's a great deal of fun."
    Count Nilden came up to them and bowed politely. "His Majesty asks that you and the boy join him and your other friends in his private apartments, Prince Kheldar," he said. "If you'll be so good as to follow me."
    "Of course," Silk said. "Come along, Garion."
    The king's private apartments were much simpler than the ornate halls in the main palace. King Fulrach had removed his crown and state robes and now looked much like any other Sendar in rather ordinary clothes. He stood talking quietly with Barak. Queen Layla and Aunt Pol were seated on a couch deep in conversation, and Durnik was not far away, trying his best to look inconspicuous. Mister Wolf stood alone near a window, his face like a thundercloud.
    "Ah, Prince Kheldar," the king said. "We thought perhaps you and Garion had been waylaid."
    "We were fencing with the Earl of Seline, your Majesty," Silk said lightly. "Figuratively speaking, of course."
    "Be careful of him," the king cautioned. "It's quite possible that he's too shrewd even for one of your talents."
    "I have a great deal of respect for the old scoundrel." Silk laughed.
    King Fulrach glanced apprehensively at Mister Wolf, then squared his shoulders and sighed. "I suppose we'd better get this unpleasantness over with," he said. "Layla, would you entertain our other guests while I give our grim-faced old friend there and the Lady the opportunity to scold me. It's obvious that he's not going to be happy until they've said a few unkind things to me about some matters that weren't really my fault."
    "Of course, dear," Queen Layla said. "Try not to be too long and please don't shout. The children have been put to bed and they need their rest."
    Aunt Pol rose from the couch, and she and Mister Wolf, whose expression hadn't changed, followed the king into an adjoining chamber.
    "Well, then," Queen Layla said pleasantly; "what shall we talk about?"
    "I am instructed, your Highness, to convey the regards of Queen Porenn of Drasnia to you should the occasion arise," Silk said in a courtly manner. "She asks leave of you to broach a correspondence on a matter of some delicacy."
    "Why, of course," Queen Layla beamed. "She's a dear child, far too pretty and sweet-natured for that fat old bandit, Rhodar. I hope he hasn't made her unhappy."
    "No, your Highness," Silk said. "Amazing though it may seem, she loves my uncle to distraction, and he, of course, is delirious with joy over so young and beautiful a wife. It's positively sickening the way they dote on each other."
    "Some day, Prince Kheldar, you will fall in love," the queen said with a little smirk, "and the twelve kingdoms will stand around and chortle over the fall of so notorious a bachelor. What is this matter Porenn wishes to discuss with me?"
    "It's a question of fertility, your Highness," Silk said with a delicate cough. "She wants to present my uncle with an heir and she needs to seek your advice in the business. The entire world stands in awe of your gifts in that particular area."
    Queen Layla blushed prettily and then laughed.
    "I'll write to her at once," she promised.
    Garion by now had carefully worked his way to the door through which King Fulrach had taken Aunt Pol and Mister Wolf. He began a meticulous examination of a tapestry on the wall to conceal the fact that he was trying to hear what was going on behind the closed door. It took him only a moment to begin to pick up familiar voices.
    "Exactly what does all this foolishness mean, Fulrach?" Mister Wolf was saying.
    "Please don't judge me too hastily, Ancient One," the King said placatingly. "Some things have happened that you might not be aware of."
    "You know that I'm aware of everything that happens," Wolf said.
    "Did you know that we are defenseless if the Accursed One awakens? That which held him in check has been stolen from off the throne of the Rivan King."
    "As a matter of fact, I was following the trail of the thief when your noble Captain Brendig interrupted me in my search."
    "I'm sorry," Fulrach said, "but you wouldn't have gone much farther anyway. All the Kings of Aloria have been searching for you for three months now. Your likeness, drawn by the finest artists, is in the hands of every ambassador, agent and official of the five kingdoms of the north. Actually, you've been followed since you left Darine."
    "Fulrach, I'm busy. Tell the Alorn