"Oh, my Durnik," Polgara said, throwing her arms about the smith's neck. "What would we ever do without you?"
"I hope we never have to find out," be said.
"All right," Belgarath said, "now we know that Zandramas went to Melcena. The question is why."
"To get away from us?" Silk suggested.
"I don't think so, Kheldar," Sadi disagreed. "Her center of power is in Darshiva. Why should she run off in the other direction?"
"I'll work on that."
"What's in Melcena?" Velvet asked.
"Not too much," Silk replied, "unless you count all the money in Melcena itself—most of the world's supply, last time I heard."
"Would Zandramas be interested in money?" the blond girl asked.
"No," Polgara said very firmly. "Money would have no meaning to her—not at this point. It's something else."
"The only thing that means anything to Zandramas right now is the Sardion, isn't it?" Garion said. "Could the Sardion be out there in the islands someplace?"
Beldin and Belgarath exchanged a look. "What does that phrase mean?" Beldin demanded in exasperation. "Think, Belgarath. What does it mean when they say the 'Place Which Is No More'?"
"You're smarter than I am," Belgarath retorted. "You answer the riddle."
"I hate riddles!"
"I think about all we can do at this point is trail along behind and find out," Silk said. "Zandramas seems to know where she's going, and we don't. That doesn't leave us much choice, does it?"
"The Sardion came to Jarot as well," Garion mused. "It was a long time ago, but the Orb picked up its trail just outside of town. I'll go down to the docks and see if both trails are still running together. It's possible that Zandramas has some way of following the Sardion, the same as we do. She might not really know where it's going. Maybe she's just following it."
"He's got a point there," Beldin said.
"If the Sardion is hidden somewhere out there in Melcena, this could all end before the week is out," Garion added.
"It's too early," Polgara said flatly.
"Too early?" Ce'Nedra exclaimed. "Lady Polgara, my baby's been gone for over a year now. How can you say it's too early?"
"It has nothing to do with that, Ce'Nedra," the sorceress replied. "You've waited a year for the return of your baby. I waited a thousand years and more for Garion. Fate and time and the Gods pay no attention to our years, but Cyradis said at Ashaba that we still had nine months until the final meeting, and it hasn't been that long yet."
"She might have been wrong," Ce'Nedra objected.
"Perhaps—but only by a second or so either way."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was foggy in the harbor the next morning, one of those thick early autumn fogs that always hovers on the verge of rain. As they were loading the horses, Garion glanced up and found that he could see no more than a few feet up the masts of the ship they were boarding. Silk stood on the aft deck talking with the ship's captain."It should clear off when we get a few leagues out to sea, your Highness," the captain was saying as Garion approached. "There's a fairly steady wind that always blows down the passage between the coast and Melcena."
"Good," Silk said. "I wouldn't want to run into anything. How long is it likely to take us to get to Melcena?"
"Most of die day, your Highness," the captain replied. "It's a fair distance, but the prevailing wind works to our advantage. The return voyage takes several days, though."
"We'll be all loaded shortly," Silk told him.
"We can leave any time you're ready, your Highness."
Silk nodded and joined Garion at the rail. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked.
"I don't quite follow you."
"You were just a bit grumpy when you got up this morning."
"Sorry. I've got a lot on my mind."
"Spread it around," Silk suggested. "Worries get lighter when you've got people to share them with you."
"We're getting closer," Garion said. "Even if this meeting doesn't happen out here in the islands, it's still only a matter of a few more months."
'"Good. I'm getting a little tired of living out of a saddlebag."
"But we don't know what's going to happen yet."
"Of course we do. You're going to meet Zandramas, divide her down the middle with that big knife of yours, and take your wife and son back to Riva where they belong."
"But we don't know that, Silk."
"We didn't know you were going to win the duel with Torak either, but you did. Anyone who goes around picking fights with Gods has very little to fear from a second-rate sorceress."
"How do we know she's second-rate?"
"She's not a disciple, is she? Or would the word be disciple-ess?"
"How would I know?" Garion smiled faintly, then grew serious again. "1 think Zandramas has stepped over discipleship. She's the Child of Dark, and that makes her a bit more serious than an ordinary disciple." He banged his fist down on the rail. "I wish I knew what I'm supposed to do. When I went after Torak, I knew. This time I'm not sure."
"You'll get instructions when the time comes, I'm sure."
"But if I knew, I could sort of get ready."
"I get the feeling that this is not the sort of thing you can get ready for, Garion." The little man glanced over the rail at the garbage bobbing in the water beside the ship. "Did you follow the trail all the way to the harbor last night?" he asked.
Garion nodded. "Yes—both of them. Both Zandramas and the Sardion left from here. We're fairly sure that Zandramas is going to Melcena. Only the Gods know where the Sardion went."
"And probably not even they."
A large drop of water fell from the rigging lost in the fog overhead and landed with a splat on Silk's shoulder. "Why is it always me?" the little man complained.
"What?"
"Anytime something wet falls out of the sky, it lands on me."
"Maybe somebody's trying to tell you something," Garion grinned.
Toth and Durnik led the last of the horses up the gangway and on down into the hold.
"That's the lot, Captain," Silk called. "We can leave any time now."
"Yes, your Highness," the captain agreed. He raised his voice and started shouting orders.