"But we can't do that," the captain objected. "It's against the law."
"I'll write you an excuse, Captain," Urgit said drily.
"It's too dangerous, your Majesty. If we run without lights, we could collide with another ship out there in the dark. We could be sunk."
"Captain," Urgit said in a patient tone, "there are six Mallorean ships chasing us. What do you imagine they're going to do if they catch up with us?"
"They'll sink us, of course."
"What difference does it make, then? At least if we put out the lights, we'll have a chance. Go ahead, Kheldar."
Silk shrugged. "There isn't much more. After we blow out the running lights, we hoist sail and run east again. The Malloreans won't be able to see us, and they'll charge right on across our wake. By tomorrow morning, they won't have any idea about where we are."
"It might just work," Belgarath conceded.
"It's dangerous," the captain said disapprovingly.
"Sometimes even breathing is dangerous, Captain," Urgit told him. "Let's try it and see what happens. What I can't understand, though, is what Mallorean ships are doing this far west."
"It's possible that they're marauders sent to harry the coast lines," Sadi suggested.
"Perhaps," Urgit said dubiously.
They ran due north before the rising wind that swept up from the south polar icecap. The deck lanterns swung and bobbed in the wind, peopling the storm-whipped rigging with wildly dancing shadows. The six Mallorean vessels, running cautiously under half sail, dropped behind until their running lights looked no larger than tiny twinkling stars on the horizon far astern. Then, about midnight, the captain gave the order to drop the sails. The sailors quickly reset the rigging and the ship's master came aft to where Garion stood beside the steersman. "Everything's ready, my Lord," he reported.
"All right then. Let's blow out all the lights and see if we can sneak out of here."
The Murgo's stiff face creased uncertainly into a rueful grin. "When we get out of this—if we get out of it—I think I'll take to my bed for a month," he said. He raised his voice to a shout. "Extinguish all the deck lights!" he commanded.
The resulting blackness was so intense as to be very nearly palpable.
"Hoist the sails!" the captain shouted.
Garion could hear the creaking pulleys and the flapping of canvas. Then there was the heavy boom of the sails catching the wind and the ship heeled over as she swung to starboard.
"There's no way to be sure of our direction, my Lord," the captain warned. "We haven't got a fixed point of any kind to refer to,"
"Use those," Garion suggested, pointing at the winking deck lights on the Mallorean vessels trailing far behind. "We might as well get some use out of them."
Their darkened scow moved eastward with her sharply angled sails cracking in the wind. The deck lights of the Mallorean ships that had been pursuing them continued their cautious northward course, crossed far behind, and winked out of sight.
"May Torak guide them to a reef," the captain muttered fervently.
"It worked!" Urgit said delightedly, clapping the seaman on the shoulder. "By the Gods, it actually worked!"
"I just hope that nobody catches me running at night without any lights," the captain brooded.
Dawn came smudged and bleary to the murky eastern horizon, rising slowly up out of a low-lying shadow some ten leagues or so ahead. "That's the coast of Cthaka," the captain said, pointing.
"Is there any sign of those Mallorean ships?" Urgit asked, peering around at the heaving sea.
The captain shook his head. "They passed astern of us during the dogwatch, your Majesty. They're halfway up the Gorand Sea by now." The seaman looked at Garion. "You wanted to get closer in to shore and then swing around to starboard again, my Lord?"
"To starboard, of course."
The captain squinted up at the sails. "We'll have to reset the rigging again, I suppose."
"I'm afraid not," Garion told him regretfully. "When we turn south, we'll be sailing directly into the wind. You'll have to furl your sails and break out the oars." He noted the disappointed expression on the seaman's face. "I'm sorry, Captain, but there are limits. Your sails are the wrong shape, and when you get right down to it, rowing in this case will actually be faster. How far north were we swept last night?"
"A goodly way, my Lord," the captain replied, peering at the indistinct coastline lying ahead. "You can put a lot of water behind you moving under full sail before a wind like that. I wouldn't be surprised to see the mouth of the Gorand Sea somewhere ahead."
"We don't want to go in there. Let's not start playing tag with those Mallorean ships again—particularly in tight quarters. I'm going below for a bite of breakfast and some dry clothes. Send someone down if anything happens."
"I will, my Lord."
They had fish for breakfast that morning. At Polgara's suggestion, Durnik's huge catch had been cut into steaks and then delicately broiled over a low flame.
"Delicious, isn't he?" Durnik asked proudly.
"Yes, dear," Polgara agreed. "He's a very nice fish."
"Did I tell you how I caught him, Pol?"
"Yes, dear—but that's all right. You can tell me again, if you'd like."
As they were just finishing their meal, the Murgo captain entered, wearing a tarred cape and an anxious expression. "There's more of them, my Lord," he blurted to Garion.
"More of what?"
"Malloreans. There's another squadron coming up the Cthaka coast."
Urgit's face blanched, and his hands started to tremble.
"Are you sure they aren't the same ones who were chasing us last night?" Garion asked, getting quickly to his feet.
"There's no way they could be, my Lord. It's a different group of ships."
Silk was looking narrowly at the ship's master. "Captain," he said, "have you ever been in business for yourself?"
The captain threw a brief, guilty glance at Urgit. "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled.
"This is no time for false modesty, Captain," Silk "said. "We're charging headlong into the midst of a Mallorean squadron. Are there any coves or inlets around here where we could get out of sight?"
"Not along this coast, your Highness; but right after you go through the channel into the Gorand Sea, there's a small bay to starboard. It's well hidden by some reefs. If we were to unstep the masts and tie bushes along the sides, I think we could escape notice."