The baron got the point immediately. ‘My sword, and those of my knights, are at thine immediate disposal, my Lord. Let us eradicate this evil for good and all.’ The baron was a Mimbrate to the bone, all right.
Garion raised one regretful hand. ‘Nay, my Lord of Astellig,’ he said. ‘It may not be so, though I would welcome thee and thy brave companions with all my heart. This task hath been lain upon me and upon my dear companions. To accept thine aid in this endeavor would be to anger the minions of the spirit-world, which, no less than we, do contend in this matter. We – all of us – are but mortal, and the spirit world is a world of immortals. To defy the commands of the spirits might well confound the purpose of those friendly spirits which take our part in this ultimate battle.’
‘Though it wounds my heart, Sir Knight,’ the baron said sadly, ‘I must agree that thine argument hath cogency. Know, moreover, that a kinsman of mine hath but recently arrived from the capital at Dal Perivor and hath advised me privately of a disturbing turn of events at court. No more than a few days ago, a wizard appeared at the king’s palace. Doubtless using enchantments such as thou hast mentioned, he beguiled our king within the space of a few hours and gained the king’s ear and is now his closest advisor. He now doth wield almost absolute authority in the kingdom. Guard yourselves well, Sir Knights. Should, perchance, this wizard be one of the minions of your foe, he now hath power to do thee gravest injury.’ The baron made a wry face. ‘Methinks the beguiling of the king was no serious task for him. It is improper of me to say it, perhaps, but his Majesty is not a man of profound intellectual gifts.’ This from a Mimbrate? ‘This wizard,’ the baron continued, ‘is a wicked man, and I must advise thee in the spirit of true comradeship to avoid him.’
‘I thank thee, my Lord,’ Garion said, ‘but our destiny, and that of our quest, compells us to Dal Perivor. If needs be, we will confront this wizard and rid the kingdom of his influence.’
‘May the Gods and the spirits guide thy hand,’ the baron said fervently. Then he grinned. ‘Mayhap, an it please thee, I might watch as thou and thy valiant, laconic companion administer such chastisement as thou seest fit.’
‘We would be honored, my Lord,’ Zakath assured him.
‘With that end in view then, my Lords,’ the baron said, ‘be advised that I and diverse nobles journey on the morrow toward the king’s palace at Dal Perivor, there to participate in the grand tourney which our Lord King hath ordained to select champions of the kingdom to deal with a certain recurrent problem which hath confronted us. Know, moreover, that by centuries-old tradition, misunderstandings and frictions are held in the abeyance of general truce during this period and we may expect general tranquility on our journey to the west. An it please you, my Lords, may I entreat you to accompany me to the capital?’
‘My Lord,’ Garion said, bowing with a slight creaking of armor, ‘your suggestion and gracious invitation could not suit our purposes more. And now, if we may, we will retire to make our preparations.’
As Garion and Zakath strode down the long hall, the wolf’s toenails had an almost metallic ring to them. ‘One is pleased,’ she said. ‘You didn’t do all that badly – for a couple of puppies.’
CHAPTER TWELVE
PERIVOR PROVED TO be a pleasant island with rolling, emerald-green hills where sheep grazed and with dark plowed fields where meticulously straight rows of crops flourished. Baron Astellig looked about with some pride. ‘It is a fair land,’ he observed, ‘though doubtless not so fair as far-off Arendia.’
‘Methinks thou wouldst be somewhat disappointed by Arendia, my Lord,’ Garion told him. ‘Though the land be fair, the kingdom is much marred by civil turmoil and by the misery of the serfs.’
‘Doth that sad institution still prevail there? It was abolished here many centuries ago.’
Garion was a bit surprised at that.
‘The folk who inhabited this isle ’ere we came are a gentle people, and our forebears sought wives from among them. At first these common folk were bound in serfdom, as had always been the practice in Arendia, but our ancestors soon perceived that this was the grossest injustice, since the serfs were kinsmen by marriage.’ The baron frowned slightly. ‘Doth this civil discord thou spake of truly mar our ancestral homeland to any great extent?’
Garion sighed. ‘We have some small expectation that it may abate, my Lord. Three great duchies warred with each other for centuries until one – Mimbre – finally achieved nominal mastery. Rebellion lurked ever beneath the surface, however. Moreover, the barons of southern Arendia make bloody war upon each other for the most trivial of reasons.’
‘War? Truly? Such affairs arise here on Perivor as well, but we have attempted to formalize the conflict to such degree that few are ever slain.’
‘How meanst thou “formalize”, My Lord?’
‘Such disputes as arise are – except in cases of outrage or gravest insult – customarily settled by tourneys.’ The baron smiled. ‘Indeed, I have known of a number of disputes which were counterfeited by the mutual contrivance of the principals merely as an excuse to hold such tourneys – which do entertain nobles and commons alike.’
‘How very civilized, my Lord,’ Zakath said.
The strain of phrasing such involuted sentences was beginning to wear on Garion. He asked the baron to excuse him, pleading the need to confer with his companions, and rode back to talk with Belgarath and the others.
‘How are you and the baron getting along?’ Silk asked him.
‘Quite well, actually. The intermarriage with the Dals has altered certain of the more irritating Arendish tendencies.’
‘Such as?’
‘Gross stupidity for one thing. They’ve abolished serfdom, and they usually settle disputes with tournaments rather than open war.’ Garion looked at the dozing Belgarath. ‘Grandfather.’
Belgarath opened his eyes.
‘Do you think we’ve managed to get here ahead of Zandramas?’
‘There’s no way to know for sure.’
‘I could use the Orb again.’
‘It’s probably better if you don’t just yet. If she’s on the island, there’s no way to know where she landed. She may not have come this way, so the Orb wouldn’t react to her trail. I’m sure she can feel it, though, and about all we’d succeed in doing would be to let her know we’re here. Besides, the Sardion is in this part of the world. Let’s not wake it up just yet.’