The Seeress of Kell

Its lower jaw jutted out, and two massive yellow tusks curved up over its cheeks. It opened its mouth and roared, pounding on its vast chest with its fists and rising to its full height. It was almost eight feet tall.
    "That's impossible!" Belgarath exclaimed.
    "What is it?" Sadi demanded.
    "It's an Eldrak," Belgarath said, "and the only place the Eldrakyn live is in Ulgoland."
    "I think you're wrong, Belgarath," Zakath disagreed. "That's what's called an ape-bear. There are a few of them in these mountains."
    "Do you gentlemen suppose we could discuss its exact species some other time?" Silk suggested. "The main question now is whether we fight or run."
    "We can't run in this snow," Garion said grimly. "We're going to have to fight it.''
    "I was afraid you might say that,"
    "The main thing is to keep it away from the ladies," Durnik said. He looked at the eunuch. "Sadi, would the poison on your dagger kill it?"
    Sadi looked dubiously at the shaggy beast. "I'm sure it would," he said, "but that tiling is awfully large. It would take awhile for the poison to work."
    "That's it, then," Belgarath decided. "The rest of us will keep its attention and give Sadi time to get around behind it. After he stabs it, we'll fall back and give the poison time to take effect. Spread out, and don't take any chances." He blurred into the form of a wolf.
    They moved into a rough half circle, their weapons at the ready as the monster continued to roar and pound on its chest at the edge of the trees, working itself up into a frenzy. Then it lumbered forward with the snow spraying out from its huge feet. Sadi edged his way uphill, his small dagger held low even as Belgarath and the she-wolf darted in to tear at the beast with their fangs.
    Garion's mind was working very clearly as he advanced through the deep snow, swinging his sword threateningly. He saw that this creature was not as quick as Grul the Eldrak had been. It was not able to respond to the sudden darting attacks of the wolves, and the snow around it was soon spotted with its blood. It roared in frustration and rage and made a desperate rush at Durnik. Toth, however, stepped in and drove the tip of his heavy staff squarely into the beast's face. It howled in pain and spread its huge arms wide to catch the big mute in a crushing embrace, but Garion slashed it across one shoulder with his sword even as Zakath ducked under the other shaggy arm and gashed it across the chest and belly with whiplike sword strokes. The creature bellowed, and its blood spurted from its wounds.
    "Any time now, Sadi," Silk said urgently, ducking and feinting and trying to get a clean throw with one of his heavy daggers.
    The wolves continued their harrying attacks on the animal's flanks and legs as Sadi cautiously advanced on the raging beast's back. Desperately the creature flailed about with its huge arms, trying to keep its attackers away. Then, with almost surgical precision, the she-wolf lunged in and ripped the heavy muscle at the back of the beast's left knee with her fangs.
    The agonized shriek was dreadful—all the more so because it was strangely human. The shaggy beast toppled backward, clutching at its maimed leg. Garion reversed his great sword, grasping the crosspiece of the hilt, bestrode the writhing body and raised the weapon, intending to drive the point full into the shaggy chest.
    "Please!" it cried, its brutish face twisted in agony and terror. "Please don't kill me!"

CHAPTER TWO
    It was a Grolim. The huge beast lying in the bloodstained snow blurred and changed even as Garion's friends moved m with their weapons ready to deliver the last fatal strokes.
    "Wait!" Durnik said sharply. "It's a man!"
    They stopped, staring at the dreadfully wounded priest lying in the snow.
    Garion bleakly set the point of his sword under the Grolim's chin. He was terribly angry. "All right," he said in a cold voice, talk—and I think you'd better be very convincing. Who out you up to this?"
    "It was Naradas," the Grolirn groaned, "archpriest of the temple at Hemil."
    "The henchman of Zandramas?" Garion demanded. "The one with white eyes?"
    "Yes. I was only doing what he commanded. Please don't kill me."
    "Why did he tell you to attack us?"
    "I was supposed to kill one of you."
    "Which one?"
    "He didn't care. He just said to make sure that one of you died."
    "They're still playing that tired old game," Silk noted, sheathing his daggers.
    "Grolims are so unimaginative."
    Sadi looked inquiringly at