The Seeress of Kell

great game might get you started. "
    Then something else occurred to Garion. "Cyradis," he said, "why is it that there are so many of us while Zandramas appears to be almost totally alone?"
    "It hath ever been thus, Belgarion. The Child of Dark is solitary, even as was Torak in his pride. Thou, however, art humble. Thou hast never pushed thyself forward, forthou knowest not thine own worth. This is endearing in thee, Child of Light, for thou art not puffed up with thine own importance. The Prophecy of Dark hath ever chosen one and one only, and hath infused that one with all its power. The Prophecy of Light, however, hath chosen to disperse its power among many. Although thou art the principal bearer of the burden, all of thy companions share it with thee. The difference between the two prophecies is simple, but it is profound."
    Beldin was frowning. "You're saying that it's sort of like the difference between absolutism and shared responsibility, then?"
    "It is much as thou hast said. The difference is more complex, however."
    "I was just trying to be concise."
    "Now that's a first," Belgarath said. Then he looked at the King of Perivor. "Can you describe this reef to us, your Majesty?" he asked. "The representation on the map isn't too precise."
    "Gladly, Ancient Belgarath. In my youth I sailed thither, for the reef is something of a marvel. Seafarers assert that there is none like it in all the world. It doth consist of a series of rocky pinnacles rising from the sea. The pinnacles themselves are easy to see and therefore to avoid. Other dangers, however, lurk beneath the surface. Savage currents and tides do rush through gaps in the reef, and the weather there is ever unsettled. By reason of these perils, the reef hath never been charted in any detail. All prudent sailors avoid it entirely, giving that dangerous obstruction wide berth."
    Durnik and Toth entered. "We've taken care of it, your Majesty," Durnik reported. "Naradas is safely in the ground now. He won't trouble you or us ever again. Did you want to know where we put him?"
    "Methinks not, my friend. Thou and thy massive companion have done me a service this night. I implore thee, if ever I can do thee service in return, hesitate not to call upon me."
    "Cyradis," Belgarath said, "is this the last part of the riddle? Or are there other bits and pieces lurking about?”
    "Nay, Ancient One. The game of the riddles is finished. Now the game of deeds doth begin.”
    "Finally," Belgarath said with some relief. Then he and Beldin fell to studying the map.
    "Did we find it?" Durnik asked Silk. "I mean, does the map show the location of Korim?"
    Silk led him to the table. "It's right here," he said, pointing. "This is a very old map. Modern maps misspell the name. That's why we had to come here."
    "We've been doing a lot of running around chasing after scraps of paper," the smith observed.
    "We have indeed, my friend. According to Cyradis, it's all been part of a game being played by the friend Garion's got inside his head and the other one, who's probably inside Zandramas’ head."
    "I hate games."
    "I don't mind them."
    "That's because you're Drasnian."
    "That could be part of it, I suppose."
    "It's in the approximate location where the mountains of Korim were, Belgarath," Beldin said, measuring off distances with his fingers. "They were probably moved a bit when Torak cracked the world."
    "A lot of things were moved that day, as I recall."
    "Oh, yes," Beldin agreed fervently. "I had trouble standing up, and I’m built closer to the ground than you are."
    "You know something? I’ve noticed that myself. Your Majesty," the old man addressed the king, "could you be a bit more specific about the reef? Trying to land on the side of a rock pinnacle from a boat that's pitching around in the surf would be difficult and dangerous."
    "If memory doth serve me, Ancient Belgarath, I do seem to recall a few rocky beaches, built up, doubtless, from shards and boulders tumbled from the sides of the peaks and then pounded to bits by the restless sea. When the tide is low, this rubble, accumulated over the eons, doth rise above the surface of the sea, providing means whereby one may move freely from one pinnacle to the next."
    "Sort of like that land bridge from Morindland to Mallorea," Silk recalled sourly. "That wasn't a very pleasant trip."
    "Are there any landmarks of any kind?" Belgarath pressed.
    "That reef goes on for quite a ways. It could take a lot of wading to find