Queen of Sorcery

wasn't doing anything, so I thought I'd come down and see what you were up to."
    "Did you talk to my cousin?"
    "Grinneg? No. We made a run down from Kotu to the harbor at Tol Horb for some Drasnian merchants. I ran into Elteg - you remember him - black beard, only one eye?"
    Barak nodded.
    "He told me that Grinneg was paying him to meet you here. I remembered that you and Elteg didn't get along very well, so I offered to come down instead."
    "And he agreed?"
    "No," Greldik replied, pulling at his beard. "As a matter of fact, he told me to mind my own business."
    "I'm not surprised," Barak said. "Elteg always was greedy, and Grinneg probably offered him a lot of money."
    "More than likely." Greldik grinned. "Elteg didn't say how much, though."
    "How did you persuade him to change his mind?"
    "He had some trouble with his ship," Greldik said with a straight face.
    "What kind of trouble?"
    "It seems that one night after he and his crew were all drunk, some scoundrel slipped aboard and chopped down his mast."
    "What's the world coming to?" Barak asked, shaking his head.
    "My thought exactly," Greldik agreed.
    "How did he take it?"
    "Not very well, I'm afraid," Greldik said sadly. "When we rowed out of the harbor, he sounded as if he was inventing profanities on the spot. You could hear him for quite some distance."
    "He should learn to control his temper. That's the kind of behavior that gives Chereks a bad name in the ports of the world."
    Greldik nodded soberly and turned to Aunt Pol. "My Lady," he said with a polite bow, "my ship is at your disposal."
    "Captain," she asked, acknowledging his bow. "How long will it take you to get us to Sthiss Tor?"
    "Depends on the weather," he answered, squinting at the sky. "Probably ten days at the most. We picked up fodder for your horses on the way here, but we'll have to stop for water from time to time."
    "We'd better get started then," she said.
    It took a bit of persuading to get the horses aboard the ship, but Hettar managed it without too much difficulty. Then they pushed away from the bank, crossed the bar at the mouth of the river and reached the open sea. The crew raised the sails, and they quartered the wind down along the gray-green coastline of Nyissa.
    Garion went forward to his customary place in the bow of the ship and sat there, staring bleakly out at the tossing sea. The image of the burning man back in the forest filled his mind.
    There was a firm step behind him and a faint, familiar fragrance.
    "Do you want to talk about it?" Aunt Pol asked.
    "What's there to talk about?"
    "Many things," she told him.
    "You knew I could do that kind of thing, didn't you?"
    "I suspected it," she said, sitting down beside him. "There were several hints. One can never be sure, though, until it's used for the first time. I've known any number of people who had the capability and just never used it."
    "I wish I never had," Garion said.
    "I don't see that you really had much choice. Chamdar was your enemy."
    "But did it have to be that way?" he demanded. "Did it have to be fire?"
    "The choice was yours," she answered. "If fire bothers you so much, don't do it that way next time."
    "There isn't going to be a next time," he stated flatly. "Not ever."
    "Belgarion, " her voice snapped within his mind, "stop this foolishness at once. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. "
    "Quit that," he said aloud. "Stay out of my mind - and don't call me Belgarion."
    "You are Belgarion," she insisted. "Like it or not, you will use the power again. Once it's been released, you can never cage it up. You'll get angry or frightened or excited, and you'll use it without even thinking. You can no more choose not to use it than you can choose not to use one of your hands. The important thing now is to teach you how to control it. We can't have you blundering through the world uprooting trees and flattening hills with random thoughts. You must learn to control it and yourself. I didn't raise you to let you become a monster."
    "It's too late," he said. "I'm already a monster. Didn't you see what I did back there?"
    "All this self pity is very tedious, Belgarion, " her voice told him. "I don't think we're getting anywhere. " She stood up. "Do try to grow up a little, dear," she said aloud. "It's very hard to instruct someone who's so self absorbed that he won't listen."
    "I'll never do it again," he told her defiantly.
    "Oh yes, you will, Belgarion. You'll learn and you'll practice and you'll develop the discipline