Queen of Sorcery

Highness isn't serious. The names are mythological. No such people exist."
    "You see," the Emperor said to Aunt Pol. "You don't exist. I have it on the very best authority. Zereel's a wizard himself, you know."
    "Really?"
    "One of the very best," he assured her. "Of course most of his tricks are just sleight of hand, since sorcery's only a sham, but he amuses me and he takes himself very seriously. You may proceed, Zereel, but try not to raise an awful stink, as you usually do."
    "That won't be necessary, your Highness," Zereel said flatly. "If they were wizards of any kind, I'd have recognized them immediately. We have special ways of communicating, you know."
    Aunt Pol looked at the wizard with one eyebrow slightly raised. "I think that you should look a bit closer, Zereel," she suggested. "Sometimes we miss things." She made an almost imperceptible gesture, and Garion seemed to hear a faint rush of sound.
    The wizard stared, his eyes fixed on open air directly in front of him. His eyes began to bulge, and his face turned deathly pale. As if his legs had been cut from under him, he fell onto his face. "Forgive me, Lady Polgara," he croaked, groveling.
    "That's supposed to impress me, I assume," the Emperor said. "I've seen men's minds overwhelmed before, however, and Zereel's mind isn't all that strong to begin with."
    "This is getting tiresome, Ran Borune," she said tartly.
    "You really ought to believe her, you know." The canary spoke in a tiny, piping voice. "I knew who she was immediately - of course we're much more perceptive than you things that creep around on the ground - why do you do that? If you'd just try, I'm sure you'd be able to fly. And I wish you'd stop eating so much garlic - it makes you smell awful."
    "Hush, now," Aunt Pol said gently to the bird. "You can tell him all about it later."
    The Emperor was trembling violently, and he stared at the bird as if it were a snake.
    "Why don't we all just behave as if we believed that Polgara and I are who we say we are?" Mister Wolf suggested. "We could spend the rest of the day trying to convince you, and we really don't have that much time. There are some things I have to tell you, and they're important no matter who I am."
    "I think I can accept that," Ran Borune said, still trembling and staring at the now-silent canary.
    Mister Wolf clasped his hands behind his back and stared up at a cluster of bickering sparrows on the limb of a nearby tree. "Early last fall," he began, "Zedar the Apostate crept into the throne room at Riva and stole the Orb of Aldur."
    "He did what?" Ran Borune demanded, sitting up quickly. "How?"
    "We don't know," Wolf answered. "When I catch up with him, maybe I'll ask him. I'm sure, however, that you can see the importance of the event."
    "Obviously," the Emperor said.
    "The Alorns and the Sendars are quietly preparing for war," Wolf told him.
    "War?" Ran Borune asked in a shocked voice. "With whom?"
    "The Angaraks, of course."
    "What's Zedar got to do with the Angaraks? He could be acting on his own, couldn't he?"
    "Surely you're not that simple," Aunt Pol remarked.
    "You forget yourself, Lady," Ran Borune said stiffly. "Where's Zedar now?"
    "He went through Tol Honeth about two weeks ago," Wolf replied. "If he can get across the border into one of the Angarak kingdoms before I can stop him, the Alorns will march."
    "And Arendia with them," Mandorallen said firmly. "King Korodullin has also been advised."
    "You'll tear the world apart," the Emperor protested.
    "Perhaps," Wolf admitted, "but we can't let Zedar get to Torak with the Orb."
    "I'll send emissaries at once," Ran Borune said. "This has to be headed off before it gets out of hand."
    "It's a little late for that," Barak said grimly. "Anheg and the others aren't in any mood for Tolnedran diplomacy right now."
    "Your people have a bad reputation in the north, your Highness," Silk pointed out. "They always seem to have a few trade agreements up their sleeves. Every time Tolnedra mediates a dispute, it seems to cost a great deal. I don't think we can afford your good offices anymore."
    A cloud passed in front of the sun, and the garden seemed suddenly chilly in its shadow.
    "This is being blown all out of proportion," the Emperor protested. "The Alorns and the Angaraks have been squabbling over that worthless stone for thousands of years. You've been waiting for the chance to fall on each other, and now you've got an excuse. Well, enjoy yourselves. Tolnedra's not going to