Sorceress of Darshiva

were to just stand idly by and let Urvon and Zandramas rip up the countryside. If anybody brings military force to bear in Mallorea, it's going to be me." He leafed through the papers on the table in front of him, picked one up, and frowned at it. "I suppose we'd better deal with this," he said. "Where have you got Baron Vasca?"
    "He's in a cell with a splendid view," Brador replied. "He can look out at the executioner's block. I'm sure it's been most educational."
    Zakath remembered something then. "Demote him," he said.
    "That's a novel word for the procedure," Brador murmured.
    "That's not exactly what I meant," Zakath said with another chill smile. "Persuade him to tell us where he hid all the money he extorted from the people he dealt with. We'll transfer the funds to the imperial treasury." He turned to look at the large map on the wall of his study. "Southern Ebal, I think."
    "Your Majesty?" Brador looked puzzled.
    "Assign him to the post of Minister of Trade in southern Ebal."
    "There isn't any trade in southern Ebal, your Majesty. There aren't any seaports, and the only thing they raise in the Temba marshes is mosquitoes."
    "Vasca's inventive. I'm sure he'll come up with something."
    "Then you don't want him—" Brador made a suggestive gesture across his throat with one hand.
    "No," Zakath said. "I'm going to try something Belgarion suggested. I may need Vasca again someday and I don't want to have to dig him up in pieces." A faintly pained look crossed the Emperor's face. "Has there been any word about him?" he asked.
    "Vasca? I just—"
    "No. Belgarion."
    "They were seen shortly after they left Mal Zeth, your Majesty. They were traveling with Prince Kheldar's Nadrak partner, Yarblek. Not long after that, Yarblek sailed for Gar og Nadrak."
    "It was all a ruse, then," Zakath sighed. "All Belgarion really wanted was to get back to his own country. That wild story of theirs was made up out of whole cloth." Zakath passed a weary hand before his eyes. "I really liked that young man, Brador," he said sadly. "I should have known better."
    "Belgarion didn't go back to the West, your Majesty," Brador informed him, "at least not with Yarblek. We always check that fellow's ships rather closely. So far as we're able to determine, Belgarion has not left Mallorea."
    Zakath leaned back with a genuine smile on his face. "I'm not sure why, but that makes me feel better. The thought that he'd betrayed me was quite painful for some reason. Any idea about where he's gone?"
    "There was some turmoil in Katakor, your Majesty—up around Ashaba. It was the sort of thing one might associate with Belgarion—strange lights in the sky, explosions, that sort of thing."
    Zakath laughed out loud, a delighted kind of laugh. "He can be a little ostentatious when he's irritated, can't he? He blew the whole wall out of my bedchamber in Rak Hagga one time."
    "He was trying to make a point."
    There was a respectful rap on the door.
    "Come," Zakath replied shortly.
    "General Atesca has arrived, your Majesty," one of the red-garbed guards at the door reported.
    "Good. Send him in."
    The broken-nosed general entered and saluted smartly. "Your Majesty," he said. His red uniform was travel-stained. "You made good time, Atesca," Zakath said. "It's good to see you again."
    "Thank you, your Majesty. We had a good following wind, and the sea was calm."
    "How many men did you bring with you?"
    "About fifty thousand."
    "How many men do we have now?" Zakath asked Brador.
    "Something in excess of a million, your Majesty."
    "That's a solid number. Let's stage up the troops and get ready to move." He rose and went to the window. The leaves had begun to turn, filling die garden below with bright reds and yellows. "I want to quiet things down on the east coast," he said, "and it's turning into autumn now, so I think we want to move the troops before the weather starts to deteriorate. We'll go on down to Maga Renn and send out scouting parties from there. If the circumstances are right, we'll march. If not, we can wait at Maga Renn for more troops to come back from Cthol Murgos."
    "I'll get started on that immediately, your Majesty." Brador bowed and quietly left the room.
    "Sit down, Atesca," the Emperor said. "What's happening in Cthol Murgos?"
    "We're going to try to hold the cities we've already taken, your Majesty," Atesca reported, drawing up a chair. "We've gathered the bulk of our forces near Rak Cthan. They're waiting there for transport to bring