Sorceress of Darshiva

him. "Maybe I can find a cart of some kind."
    They rode out, slowly at first until they saw that the sled ran smoothly on the damp earth of the road, and then they moved on at their usual canter.
    Silk was checking a map as he rode along. "There's a fair-sized town just up ahead," he told Belgarath, "I think we could use some up-to-date information about now, don't you?"
    "Why is it that you absolutely have to go into every town we pass?" Belgarath asked him.
    "I'm a city dweller, Belgarath," the little man replied in an offhand manner. "I get edgy if I can't walk on cobblestones every so often. Besides, we need supplies. Garion's wolf eats a great deal. Why don't the rest of you go out in a wide circle around the place, and we'll catch up with you on the other side?"
    "We?" Garion asked him.
    "You're coming along, aren't you?"
    Garion sighed. "I guess so," he said. "You always seem to get into trouble if we let you go off alone."
    "Trouble?" Silk said innocently. "Me?"
    Zakath rubbed at his stubbled chin. "I'll come, too," he said. "I don't look that much like the coins any more." He glared briefly at Belgarath. "How can you stand this?" he demanded, scratching vigorously at his face. "The itching is about to drive me wild."
    "You get used to it," Belgarath told him. "I wouldn't feel right if my face didn't itch."
    The place appeared to be a market town that had at some time in the past been fortified. It crouched atop a hill and it was surrounded by a thick stone wall with watchtowers at each corner. The pervading overcast that seemed to cover all of Darshiva made the town look gray and dismal. The gate was unguarded, and Silk, Garion, and Zakath clattered on through into what appeared to be a deserted street. "Let's see if we can find somebody," Silk said. "If not, we can at least ransack a few shops for the food we'll need."
    "Don't you ever pay for anything, Kheldar?" Zakath asked with some asperity.
    "Not if I don't have to. No honest merchant ever passes up an opportunity to steal. Let's push on, shall we?"
    "This is a very corrupt little man; do you know that?" Zakath said to Garion.
    "We’ve noticed that from time to time."
    They rounded a corner and saw a group of men in canvas smocks loading a wagon under the direction of a sweating fat man.
    Silk reined in his horse. "Where are all the people, friend?" he called to the fat man.
    "Gone. Fled to either Gandahar or Dalasia."
    "Fled? What for?"
    "Where have you been, man? Urvon's coming."
    "Really? I hadn't heard that."
    "Everybody in Darshiva knows it."
    "Zandramas will stop him," Silk said confidently.
    "Zandramas isn't here." The fat man suddenly bawled at one of his workers. "Be careful with that box!" he shouted. "The things in there are breakable!"
    Silk led the others closer. "Where did she go? Zandramas, I mean?"
    "Who knows? Who cares? There's been nothing but trouble in Darshiva ever since she gained control of the country." The fat man mopped at his face with a soiled kerchief.
    "You'd better not let the Grolims hear you talking like that."
    "Grolims," the fat man snorted. "They were the first ones to run. Urvon's army uses Darshivan Grolims for firewood."
    "Why would Zandramas leave when her country's being invaded?"
    "Who knows why she does anything?" The fat fellow looked around nervously, then spoke in a quiet voice. "Just between you and me, friend, I think she's mad. She held some kind of ceremony at Hemil. She stuck a crown on the head of some archduke from Melcena and said that he's the Emperor of Mallorea. He'll be a head shorter when Kal Zakath catches up with him, I'll wager."
    "I'd like to put some money on the same proposition," Zakath agreed quietly.
    "Then she gave a speech in the temple at Hemil," the fat man went on. "She said that the day is at hand." He sneered. "Grolims of every stripe have been saying that the day is at hand for as long as I can remember. Every one of them seems to be talking about a different day, though. Anyway, she came through here a few days ago and told us all that she was going to the place where the New God of Angarak will be chosen.
    She held up her hand and said, 'And this is a sign to you that I shall prevail.' It gave me quite a turn at first, let me tell you. There were swirling lights under her skin. I thought for a while that there was really something significant about it, but my friend, the apothecary who keeps the shop next to mine, he told me that she's a sorceress and she can make people