Queen of Sorcery

on his march to the throne. Since he wants the princess dead, the Horbites naturally want to keep her alive. It's the only way really to insure her safety - and you become a wealthy man in the process." He jingled a heavy purse suggestively.
    The captain still looked doubtful.
    "Suppose we double the amount," the Murgo said in a voice that almost purred.
    The captain swallowed hard. "It is for her safety, isn't it?"
    "Of course it is."
    "It's not as if I were betraying the House of Borune."
    "You're a patriot, Captain," the Murgo assured the officer with a cold smile.
    Aunt Pol was holding Ce'Nedra's arm quite firmly as they crouched together among the trees. The tiny girl's face was outraged, and her eyes were blazing.
    Later, after the legionnaires and their Murgo friend had departed, the princess exploded. "How dare they?" she raged. "And for money!"
    "That Tolnedran politics for you," Silk said as they led their horses out of the stand of saplings into the drizzly morning.
    "But he's a Borune," she protested, "a member of my own family."
    "A Tolnedran's first loyalty is to his purse," Silk told her. "I'm surprised you haven't discovered that by now, your Highness."
    A few days later they topped a hill and saw the Wood of the Dryads spreading like a green smudge on the horizon. The showers had blown off, and the sun was very bright.
    "We'll be safe once we reach the Wood," the princess told them. "The legions won't follow us there."
    "What's to stop them?" Garion asked her.
    "The treaty with the Dryads," she said. "Don't you know anything?"
    Garion resented that.
    "There's no one about," Hettar reported to Mister Wolf. "We can go now or wait for dark."
    "Let's make a run for it," Wolf said. "I'm getting tired of dodging patrols." They started down the hill at a gallop toward the forest lying ahead of them.
    There seemed to be none of the usual brushy margin which usually marked the transition from fields to woodlands. The trees simply began. When Wolf led them beneath those trees, the change was as abrupt as if they had suddenly gone inside a house. The Wood itself was a forest of incredible antiquity. The great oaks spread so broadly that the sky was almost never visible. The forest floor was mossy and cool, and there was very little undergrowth. It seemed to Garion that they were all quite tiny under the vast trees, and there was a strange, hushed quality about the wood. The air was very still, and there was a hum of insects and, from far overhead, a chorus of birdsong.
    "Strange," Durnik said, looking around, "I don't see any sign of woodcutters."
    "Woodcutters?" Ce'Nedra gasped. "In here? They wouldn't dare come into this wood."
    "The wood is inviolate, Durnik," Mister Wolf explained. "The Borune family has a treaty with the Dryads. No one has touched a tree here for over three thousand years."
    "This is a curious place," Mandorallen said, looking around a bit uncomfortably. "Me thinks I feel a presence here - a presence not altogether friendly."
    "The Wood is alive," Ce'Nedra told him. "It doesn't really like strangers - but don't worry, Mandorallen, you're safe as long as you're with me." She sounded quite smug about it.
    "Are you sure the patrols won't follow us?" Durnik asked Mister Wolf. "Jeebers knew we were coming here, after all, and I'm sure he told the Borunes."
    "The Borunes won't violate their treaty with the Dryads," Wolf assured him. "Not for any reason."
    "I've never known of a treaty a Tolnedran wouldn't step around if it was to his advantage." Silk spoke skeptically.
    "This one is a bit different," Wolf said. "The Dryads gave one of their princesses to a young noble of the House of Borune. She became the mother of the Emperor of the First Borune Dynasty. The fortunes of the Borunes are very intimately tied up with the treaty. They're not going to gamble with that - not for any reason."
    "What exactly is a Dryad?" Garion asked. The strange sense of a presence, an awareness in the wood, made him want to talk to cover the oppressive, watchful silence.
    "A small group," Mister Wolf said. "Quite gentle. I've always rather liked them. They aren't human, of course, but that's not all that important."
    "I'm a Dryad," Ce'Nedra said rather proudly.
    Garion stared at her.
    "Technically she's right," Wolf said. "The Dryad line seems to breed true on the female side of the House of Borune. That's one of the things that keeps the family honest about the treaty - all those wives and mothers who'd pack up and