Queen of Sorcery

charger sharply. "Stand aside!" he ordered the soldiers, lowering his lance.
    "Easy," Barak cautioned.
    The Dryads, after one startled look at the soldiers, melted into the gloomy woods.
    "What thinkest thou, Lord Barak?" Mandorallen asked blithely. "They cannot be over a hundred. Shall we attack them?"
    "One of these days you and I are going to have to have a long talk about a few things," Barak said. He glanced back over his shoulder and saw that Hettar was edging closer, then he sighed. "Well, I suppose we might as well get on with it." He tightened the straps on his shield and loosened his sword in its sheath. "What do you think, Mandorallen? Should we give them a chance to run away?"
    "A charitable suggestion, Lord Barak," Mandorallen agreed.
    Then, some distance up the trail, a body of horsemen rode out from under the shadowy trees. Their leader was a large man wearing a blue cloak trimmed with silver. His breastplate and helmet were inlaid with gold, and he rode a prancing chestnut stallion whose hooves churned the damp leaves lying on the ground. "Splendid," he said as he rode up. "Absolutely splendid."
    Aunt Pol fixed the newcomer with a cold eye. "Don't the legions have anything better to do than to waylay travelers?" she demanded.
    "This is my legion, Madam," the man in the blue cloak said arrogantly, "and it does what I tell it to. I see that you have the Princess Ce'Nedra with you."
    "Where I go and with whom is my concern, your Grace," Ce'Nedra said loftily. "It's of no concern to the Grand Duke Kador of the House y of Vordue."
    "Your father is most concerned, Princess," Kador said. "All Tolnedra's searching for you. Who are these people?"
    Garion tried with a dark scowl and a shake of his head to warn her, but it was too late.
    "The two knights who lead our party are Sir Mandorallen, Baron of Vo Mandor, and Lord Barak, Earl of Trellheim," she announced. "The Algar warrior who guards our rear is Hettar, son of Cho-Hag, Chief of the Clan-Chiefs of Algaria. The lady-"
    "I can speak for myself, dear," Aunt Pol said smoothly. "I'm curious to know what brings the Grand Duke of Vordue so far into southern Tolnedra."
    "I have interests here, Madam," Kador said.
    "Evidently," Aunt Pol replied.
    "All the legions of the Empire are searching for the princess, but it's I who have found her."
    "I'm amazed to find a Vorduvian so willing to aid in the search for a Borune princess," Aunt Pol observed. "Especially considering the centunes of enmity between your two houses."
    "Shall we cease this idle banter?" Kador suggested icily. "My motives are my own affair."
    "And unsavory, no doubt," she added.
    "I think you forget yourself, Madam," Kador said. "I am, after all, who I am - and more to the point, who I will become."
    "And who will you become, your Grace?" she inquired.
    "I will be Ran Vordue, Emperor of Tolnedra," Kador announced.
    "Oh? And just what's the future Emperor of Tolnedra doing in the Wood of the Dryads?"
    "I'm doing what's necessary to protect my interests," Kador said stifly. "For the moment, it's essential that the Princess Ce'Nedra be in my custody."
    "My father may have something to say about that, Duke Kador," Ce'Nedra said, "and about this ambition of yours."
    "What Ran Borune says is of no concern to me, your Highness," Kador told her. "Tolnedra needs me, and no Borune trick is going to deny me the Imperial Crown. It's obvious that the old man plans to marry you to a Honeth or a Horbite to raise some spurious claim to the throne. That could complicate matters, but I intend to keep things simple."
    "By marrying me yourself?" Ce'Nedra asked scornfully. "You'll never live that long."
    "No," Kador said. "I wouldn't be interested in a Dryad wife. Unlike the Borunes, the House of Vordue believes in keeping its line pure and uncontaminated."
    "So you're going to hold me prisoner?" Ce'Nedra asked.
    "That'd be impossible, I'm afraid," Duke Kador told her. "The Emperor has ears everywhere. It's really a shame you ran away just when you did, your Highness. I'd gone to a great expense to get one of my agents into the Imperial kitchen and to obtain a quantity of a rare Nyissan poison. I'd even taken the trouble to compose a letter of sympathy to your father."
    "How considerate of you," Ce'Nedra said, her face turning pale.
    "Unfortunately, I'll have to be more direct now," Kador went on. "A sharp knife and a few feet of dirt should end your unfortunate involvement in Tolnedran politics. I'm very sorry,