The Seeress of Kell

the sense of self-loathing that had always accompanied the dream, but a kind of cruel exultation, a hideous joy as he watched his enemy writhe and burn before him. Deep within him something cried out, trying to repudiate that unholy joy.
    And then he was at Cthol Mishrak, and his flaming sword slid again and again into the body of the One-Eyed God. Torak's despairing "Mother!" did not this time fill him with pity but with a towering satisfaction. He felt himself laughing, and the savage, unpitying laughter erased his humanity.
    Soundlessly shrieking in horror, Garion recoiled, not so much from the awful images of those whom he had destroyed, but more from his own enjoyment of their despairing agony.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
    They were a somber group when they gathered in the main cabin before daybreak the following morning. With a sudden, even surprising, insight, Garion was very certain that the nightmares had not been his alone. Insight and intuitive perception were not normal for Garion. His sensible Sendarian background rejected such things as questionable, even in some peculiar way, immoral. "Did you do that?" he asked the voice.
    "Rather surprisingly, you came up with it all on your own. You seem to be making some progress slowly, of course, but progress all the same. "
    "Thanks."
    “Don't mention it.”
    Silk looked particularly shaken as he entered the cabin. The little man's eyes were haunted, and his hands were shaking. He slumped onto a bench and buried his face in his hands. "Have you got any of that ale left?" he asked Beldin in a hoarse voice.
    "A little quivery this morning, Kheldar?" the dwarf asked him.
    "No," Garion said. "That's not what's bothering him. He had some bad dreams last night."
    Silk raised his face sharply. "How did you know that?" he demanded.
    "I had some myself. I got to relive what I did to Asharak the Murgo, and I killed Torak again several times. It didn't get any better as we went along."
    "I was trapped in a cave," Silk said with a shudder. "There wasn't any light, but I could feel the walls closing in on me. I think the next time I see Relg, I 'm going to hit him in the mouth-gently, of course. Relg's sort of a friend."
    "I'm glad I wasn't the only one," Sadi said. The eunuch had placed a bowl of milk on the table, and Zith and her babies were gathered around it, lapping and purring. Garion was a bit surprised to note that no one really paid any attention to Zith and her brood anymore. People, it seemed, could get used to almost anything. Sadi rubbed his long-fingered hand over his shaved scalp. “It seemed to me that I was adrift in the streets of Sthiss Tor, and I was trying to survive by begging. It was ghastly."
    "I saw Zandramas sacrificing my baby," Ce'Nedra said in a stricken voice. "There was crying and so much blood so very much blood."
    "Peculiar," Zakath said. "I was presiding over a trial. I had to condemn a number of people. There was one of them I cared a great deal about, but I was forced to condemn her anyway."
    "I had one, too," Velvet admitted.
    "I rather expect we all did," Garion told them. "The same thing happened to me on the way to Cthol Mishrak. Torak kept intruding in my dreams." He looked at Cyradis. "Does the Child of Dark always fall back on this?" he asked her. "We've found that events keep repeating themselves when we're leading up to one of these meetings. Is this one of those events that keeps happening over and over again?"
    "Thou art very perceptive, Belgarion of Riva," the Seeress told him. "In all the uncounted eons since these meetings began, thou art the first Child of either Light or Dark to have realized that the sequence must be endlessly repeated until the division hath ended."
    "I am not sure I can take much credit for it, Cyradis," he admitted. "As I understand it, the meetings are getting closer and closer together. I 'm probably the first in history to have been the Child of Light or Dark during two meetings, and even then it took me awhile to realize that it was happening. The nightmares are part of that pattern then?"
    "Thy guess is shrewd, Belgarion." She smiled gently. "Unfortunately, it is not correct. It seemeth to me a shame to waste such a clever perception, though."
    "Are you trying to be funny, Holy Seeress?"
    "Would I do that, noble Belgarion?" she said, perfectly imitating Silk's inflection.
    "You could spank her," Beldin suggested.
    "With that human mountain standing guard over her?" Garion said, grinning at Toth. His