Belgarath nodded. "We'd heard about that."
"You always were good at ferreting out secrets. The coronation ceremony was fairly grotesque. Zandramas followed the ancient Angarak ritual. Torak was supposed to be present, but she worked her way around that. It involved a certain amount of fakery, but the image of Him she conjured up was convincing enough to deceive the gullible."
Poledra smiled. "It certainly persuaded Archduke Otrath," she added. "He fainted on three separate occasions during the ceremony. I think the oaf actually believes that he really is the emperor now—a delusion Kal Zakath's headsman will relieve him of shortly if Otrath is unlucky enough to fall into his cousin's hands. At any rate, Zandramas has only one more major task."
"Oh?" Belgarath said. "What's that?"
"The same as yours. She has to find out where the meeting's supposed to take place. Don't dally on your way to Kell. You've still got a long way to go. Time's getting short, and you have to get across the Magan before Zakath gets here."
"Zakath?" He sounded startled.
"You mean you didn't know? He moved his army into place around Maga Renn some weks back. He sent out advance elements a few days ago, and he left Maga Renn with the bulk of his army just yesterday. He plans to blockade the river from the northern end of the Dalasian Mountains to the jungles of Gandahar. If he gets that blockade in place, you might have some difficulty getting across the river." Then she looked at Beldin. "You haven't changed much, my crooked friend," she noted.
"Did you expect me to, Poledra?" He grinned at her.
"I thought you might at least have changed that disreputable old tunic—or that it might have rotted off your back by now."
"I patch it from time to time." He shrugged. "Then I replace the patches when they wear out. It's a comfortable tunic and it fits me. The original is probably only a memory, though. Is there anything else you think we need to know? Or are we going to stand around discussing my wardrobe?"
She laughed. "I've missed you," she told him. "Oh, one of the hierarchs of Cthol Mtirgos has landed at Finda on the west coast of the Dalasian Protectorates."
"Which one?"
"Agachak,"
"Does he have an Angarak king with him?" Silk asked eagerly.
"Yes."
"Urgit—the King of the Murgos?"
She shook her head. "No. Apparently Urgit defied Agachak and refused to make the journey."
"Urgit defied Agachak? Are you sure? Urgit's afraid of his own shadow.''
"Not any more, it seems. Your brother's changed quite a bit since you last saw him, Kheldar. His new wife may have had something to do with that. She's a very determined young woman, and she's making him over to fit her conception of him."
"That's terribly depressing," Silk mourned.
"Agachak brought the new king of the Thulls instead—a cretin named Nathel." Poledra looked at her husband. "Be very careful when you get to Dalasia," she told him. "Zandramas, Urvon, and Agachak will all be converging on you. They hate each other, but they all know that you're the common enemy. They may decide to put aside their feelings in order to join forces against you."
"When you add Zakath and the whole Mallorean army to that, the Place Which Is No More might be just a little crowded when we get there," Silk observed wryly.
"Numbers will mean absolutely nothing in that place, Kheldar. There will only be three who matter there—the Child of Light, the Child of Dark, and the Seeress of Kell, who will make the choice." She looked at Eriond then. "Do you know what it is you have to do?" she asked him.
"Yes," be replied simply. "It's not such a difficult thing, really."
"Perhaps not," Poledra told him, "but you're the only one who can do it."
"I'll be ready when the time comes, Poledra."
Then the tawny-haired woman looked again at Belgarath. "Now I think it's finally time for you and me to have that little talk you've been avoiding since our daughters were born," she said very firmly.
The old man started.
"In private," she added. "Come with me."
"Yes, Poledra," he replied meekly.
Purposefully she walked toward the gate of the farmstead with Belgarath trailing behind her like a schoolboy anticipating a scolding—or worse.
"At last," Polgara sighed with relief.
"What's going on, Lady Polgara?" Ce'Nedra asked in a baffled little voice.
"My mother and father are going to be reconciled," Polgara replied happily. ' 'My mother died—or perhaps didn't— when my sister Beldaran and I were born. My father always blamed himself because he wasn't there to help her. He and Bear-shoulders and the others had gone to Cthol Mishrak to steal the Orb back from Torak. Mother never blamed him because she knew how important what they were doing was. Father doesn't forgive himself that easily, however, and he's been punishing himself about it for all these centuries. Mother's finally gotten tired of it, so she's going to take steps to correct the situation."
"Oh," Ce'Nedra said with that odd little catch in her voice. "That's just beautiful." Her eyes filled with sudden tears.
Wordlessly, Velvet drew a flimsy little bit of a handkerchief from her sleeve, dabbed at her own eyes, then passed it to Ce'Nedra.
It was perhaps an hour later when Belgarath returned. He was alone, but there was a gentle smile on his face and a youthful twinkle in his eye. No one saw fit to ask him any questions. "What time of night would you say it is?" he asked Durnik.
The smith squinted up at the sky where the last remnants of cloud were being swept off to the east by the prevailing wind to reveal the stars. "I'd guess about two hours until first light, Belgarath," he replied. "The breeze has come up, and it sort of smells like morning."
"I don't think we'll get any more sleep tonight," the old man said. "Why don't we load the packs and saddle the horses while Pol fixes some of those eggs for breakfast?"
Polgara looked at him with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"You weren't planning to let us leave without feeding us first, were you, Pol?" he asked her roguishly.
"No, father," she said, "as a matter of fact, I wasn't."
"I didn't think so." Then he laughed and threw his arms about her. "Oh, my Pol," he said exuberantly.
Ce'Nedra's eyes filled with tears again, and Velvet reached for her handkerchief once more.