Queen of Sorcery

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    Barak was holding Hettar's right arm firmly, and Mandorallen moved and took the other.
    "I'm overjoyed to see you again, worthy Asharak," the Emperor said. "I'm told that an agreement has been reached."
    "Beneficial to both sides, your Highness."
    "The best kind of agreement," Ran Borune approved.
    "Taur Urgas, King of the Murgos, sends greetings," Asharak said. "His Majesty feels most keenly the desirability of cementing relations between Cthol Murgos and Tolnedra. He hopes that one day he may call your Imperial Highness brother."
    "We respect the peaceful intentions and legendary wisdom of Taur Urgas." The Emperor smiled with a certain smugness.
    Asharak looked around, his black eyes flat. "Well, Ambar," he said to Silk, "your fortunes seem to have improved since we met last in Mingan's counting room in Darine."
    Silk spread his hands in an innocent-looking gesture. "The Gods have been kind - most of them, anyway."
    Asharak smiled briefly.
    "You know each other?" the Emperor asked, a bit surprised.
    "We've met, your Highnešs," Silk admitted.
    "In another kingdom," Asharak added. He looked directly then at Mister Wolf. "Belgarath," he said politely with a brief nod.
    "Chamdar," the old man replied.
    "You're looking well."
    "Thank you."
    "It seems that I'm the only stranger here," the Emperor said.
    "Chamdar and I have known each other for a very long time," Mister Wolf told him. He glanced at the Murgo with a faintly malicious twinkle in his eyes. "I see that you've managed to recover from your recent indisposition."
    Asharak's face flickered with annoyance, and he looked quickly at his shadow on the grass as if for reassurance.
    Garion remembered what Wolf had said atop the tor after the attack of the Algroths - something about a shadow returning by an "indirect route." For some reason the information that Asharak the Murgo and Chamdar the Grolim were the same man did not particularly surprise him. Like a complex melody that had been faintly out of tune, the sudden merging of the two seemed right somehow. The knowledge clicked in his mind like a key in a lock.
    "Someday you'll have to show me how you did that," Asharak was saying. "I found the experience interesting. My horse had hysterics, however."
    "My apologies to your horse."
    "Why is it that I feel as if I'm missing about half of this conversation?" Ran Borune asked.
    "Forgive us, your Highness," Asharak said. "Ancient Belgarath and I are renewing an old enmity. We've seldom had the opportunity to speak to each other with any degree of civility." He turned and bowed politely to Aunt Pol. "My Lady Polgara. You're as beautiful as ever." He eyed her with a deliberately suggestive stare.
    "You haven't changed much either, Chamdar." Her tone was mild, even bland, but Garion, who knew her so well, recognized immediately the deadly insult she had just delivered to the Grolim.
    "Charming," Asharak said with a faint smile.
    "This is better than a play," the Emperor cried delightedly. "You people are actually dripping with malice. I wish I'd had the opportunity to see the first act."
    "The first act was very long, your Highness," Asharak said, "and quite often tedious. As you may have noticed, Belgarath sometimes gets carried away with his own cleverness."
    "I'm certain I'll be able to make up for that," Mister Wolf told him with a slight smile. "I promise you that the last act will be extremely short, Chamdar."
    "Threats, old man?" Asharak asked. "I thought we'd agreed to be civilized."
    "I can't recall when we ever agreed on anything," Wolf said. He turned to the Emperor. "I think we'll leave now, Ran Borune," he said. "With your permission, of course."
    "Of course," the Emperor replied. "I'm pleased to have met youthough I still don't believe in you, naturally. My skepticism, however, is theological, not personal."
    "I'm glad of that," Wolf said, and quite suddenly he grinned impishly at the Emperor.
    Ran Borune laughed.
    "I look forward to our next meeting, Belgarath," Asharak said.
    "I wouldn't if I were you," Wolf advised him, then turned and led the way out of the Emperor's garden.

Chapter Seventeen
    IT WAS MIDAFTERNOON when they emerged from the palace gate. The broad lawns were green in the warm spring sunlight, and the cypress trees stirred in a faint breeze.
    "I don't think we want to stay in Tol Honeth too much longer," Wolf said.
    "Do we leave now, then?" Mandorallen asked.
    "There's something I have to do first," Wolf replied, squinting