Queen of Sorcery

said dryly.
    "This is beginning to get tiresome. My terms are very simple. Tell Ctuchik that I have Torak's enemy, and I will keep him - unless-" She paused.
    "Unless what, your Highness?"
    "If Ctuchik will speak to Torak for me, an agreement might be reached."
    "What sort of agreement?"
    "I will give the boy to Torak as a wedding gift."
    The Grolim blinked.
    "If Torak will make me his bride and give me immortality, I will deliver Belgarion up to him."
    "All the world knows that the Dragon God of Angarak is bound in slumber," the Grolim objected.
    "But he will not sleep forever," Salmissra said flatly. "The priests of Angarak and the sorcerers of Aloria always seem to forget that Eternal Salmissra can read the signs in the heavens as clearly as they. The day of Torak's awakening is at hand. Tell Ctuchik that upon the day that I am wed to Torak, Belgarion will be in his hands. Until that day, the boy is mine."
    "I shall deliver your message to Ctuchik," the Grolim said with a stiff, icy bow.
    "Leave, then," she told him with an airy wave of her hand.
    "So that is it, " the voice in Garion's mind said as the Grolim left. "I should have known, I suppose."
    Maas the serpent suddenly raised his head, his great neck flaring and his eyes burning. "Beware!" he hissed.
    "Of the Grolim?" Salmissra laughed. "I have nothing to fear from him."
    "Not the Grolim," Maas said. "That one." He flickered his tongue at Garion. "Its mind is awake."
    "That's impossible," she objected.
    "Nevertheless, its mind is awake. It has to do, I think, with that metal thing around its neck."
    "Remove the ornament then," she told the snake.
    Maas lowered his length to the floor and slid around the divan toward Garion.
    "Remain very still, " Garion's inner voice told him. "Don't try to fight. "
    Numbly, Garion watched the blunt head draw closer.
    Maas raised his head, his hood flaring. His nervous tongue darted. Slowly he leaned forward. His nose touched the silver amulet hanging about Garion's neck.
    There was a bright blue spark as the reptile's head came in contact with the amulet. Garion felt the familiar surge, but tightly controlled now, focused down to a single point. Maas recoiled, and the spark from the amulet leaped out, sizzling through the air, linking the silver disc to the reptile's nose. The snake's eyes began to shrivel and steam poured from his nostrils and his gaping mouth.
    Then the spark was gone, and the body of the dead snake writhed and twisted convulsively on the polished stone floor of the chamber.
    "Maasl" Salmissra shrieked.
    The eunuchs scrambled out of the way of the wildly threshing body of the snake.
    "My Queen!" a shaved-headed, functionary gibbered from the door, "the world is ending!"
    "What?" Salmissra tore her eyes from the convulsions of the snake.
    "The sun has gone out! Noon is as dark as midnight! The city is gone mad with terror!"

Chapter Twenty-nine
    IN THE TUMULT WHICH FOLLOWED that announcement, Garion sat quietly on the cushions beside Salmissra's throne. The quiet voice in his mind, however, was speaking to him rapidly. "Stay very still,"the voice told him. "Don't say anything, and don't do anything."
    "Get my astronomers here immediately!" Salmissra ordered. "I want to know why I wasn't warned about this eclipse."
    "It's not an eclipse, my Queen," the bald functionary wailed, groveling on the polished floor not far from the still-writhing Maas. "The dark came like a great curtain. It was like a moving wall - no wind, no rain, no thunder. It swallowed the sun without a sound." He began to sob brokenly. "We shall never see the sun again."
    "Stop that, you idiot," Salmissra snapped. "Get on your feet. Sadi, take this babbling fool out of here and go look at the sky. Then come back to me here. I have to know what's going on."
    Sadi shook himself almost like a dog coming out of the water and pulled his fascinated eyes off the dead, fixed grin on the face of Maas. He pulled the blubbering functionary to his feet and led him out of the chamber.
    Salmissra turned then on Garion. "How did you do that?" she demanded, pointing at the twitching form of Maas.
    "I don't know," he said. His mind was still sunk in fog. Only the quiet corner where the voice lived was alert.
    "Take off that amulet," she commanded.
    Obediently, Garion reached his hands toward the medallion. Suddenly his hands froze. They would not move. He let them fall. "I can't," he said.
    "Take it from him," she ordered one of the eunuchs. The man