Pawn of Prophecy

times or more."
    Anheg looked at Rhodar with one raised eyebrow.
    Rhodar coughed slightly. "It was some time ago, Anheg. Nothing serious. I was just curious about something, that's all."
    "All you had to do was ask," Anheg said in a slightly injured tone.
    "I didn't want to bother you," Rhodar said with a shrug. "Besides, it's more fun to do it the other way."
    "Friends," King Fulrach said, "the issue before us is too important to chance compromising it. Wouldn't it be better to be overcautious rather than take any risks?"
    King Anheg frowned and then shrugged. "Whatever you wish," he said. "We'll continue in private then. Cousin, would you clear old King Eldrig's hall for us and set guards in the hallways near it?"
    "I will, Anheg," Barak said. He took a dozen warriors and left the hall.
    The kings rose from their thrones-all except Cho-Hag. A lean warrior, very nearly as tall as Barak and with the shaved head and flowing scalp lock of the Algars, stepped forward and helped him up.
    Garion looked inquiringly at Silk.
    "An illness when he was a child," Silk explained softly. "It left his legs so weak that he can't stand unaided."
    "Doesn't that make it kind of hard for him to be king?" Garion asked.
    "Algars spend more time sitting on horses than they do standing on their feet," Silk said. "Once he's on a horse, Cho-Hag's the equal of any man in Algaria. The warrior who's helping him is Hettar, his adopted son."
    "You know him?" Garion asked.
    "I know everyone, Garion." Silk laughed softly. "Hettar and I have met a few times. I like him, though I'd rather he didn't know that."
    Queen Porenn came over to where they stood. "Islena's taking Silar and me to her private quarters," she said to Silk. "Apparently women aren't supposed to be involved in matters of state here in Cherek."
    "Our Cherek cousins have a few blind spots, your Highness," Silk said. "They're arch-conservatives, of course, and it hasn't occurred to them yet that women are human."
    Queen Porenn winked at him with a sly little grin. "I'd hoped that we might get a chance to talk, Kheldar, but it doesn't look like it now. Did you get my message to Layla?"
    Silk nodded. "She said she'd write to you immediately," he said. "If we'd known you were going to be here, I could have carried her letter myself."
    "It was Islena's idea," she said. "She decided that it might be nice to have a council of queens while the kings were meeting. She'd have invited Layla too, but everyone knows how terrified she is of sea travel."
    "Has your council produced anything momentous, Highness?" Silk asked lightly.
    Queen Porenn made a face. "We sit around and watch Islena do tricks - disappearing coins, things up her sleeves, that kind of thing," she said. "Or she tells fortunes. Silar's too polite to object, and I'm the youngest, so I'm not supposed to say too much. It's terribly dull, particularly when she goes into trances over that stupid crystal ball of hers. Did Layla think she could help me?"
    "If anyone can," Silk assured her. "I should warn you, though, that her advice is likely to be quite explicit. Queen Layla's an earthy little soul, and sometimes very blunt."
    Queen Porenn giggled wickedly. "That's all right," she said. "I'm a grown woman, after all."
    "Of course," Silk said. "I just wanted to prepare you, that's all."
    "Are you making fun of me, Kheldar?" she asked.
    "Would I do that, your Highness?" Silk asked, his face full of innocence.
    "I think you would," she said.
    "Coming, Porenn?" Queen Islena asked from not far away.
    "At once, your Highness," the queen of Drasnia said. Her fingers flickered briefly at Silk. What a bore.
    Patience, Highness, Silk gestured in reply.
    Queen Porenn docilely followed the stately Queen of Cherek and the silent Queen of Algaria from the hall. Silk's eyes followed her, and his face had that same self mocking expression as before.
    "The others are leaving," Garion said delicately and pointed to the far end of the hall where the Alorn Kings were just going out the door.
    "All right," Silk said and led the way quickly after them.
    Garion stayed at the rear of the group as they all made their way through the drafty corridors toward King Eldrig's hall. The dry voice in his mind told him that if Aunt Pol saw him, she'd probably find a reason to send him away.
    As he loitered along at the rear of the procession, a furtive movement flickered briefly far down one of the side corridors. He caught only one glimpse of the man, an