"His power's still there?" Silk asked.
Garion nodded.
"As strong as ever?"
"I don't know. There's no way to measure it."
The tension of it grew until it was almost intolerable. What Belgarath was doing was at once very subtle and very profound. There was no rushing surge or hollow echo this time. Instead, Garion felt an odd, tingling whisper as the old man's will was unleashed with agonizing slowness. The whisper seemed to be saying something over and over - something Garion could almost understand, but which tantalizingly eluded him.
Outside, the young fenlings stopped their game. The ball dropped unnoticed as the players all stood, listening intently. Poppi and Tupik, returning hand in hand from their swim, froze in their tracks and stood with their heads cocked as Belgarath's whisper spoke gently to them, reaching down into their thoughts, murmuring, explaining, teaching. Then their eyes widened as if in sudden understanding.
Belgarath emerged finally from the misty willows, his step heavy, weary. He walked slowly toward the house, stopping just outside to look intently at the stunned faces of the fenlings gathered in the dooryard. He nodded then and came back inside. His shoulders were slumped with exhaustion, and his white-bearded face seemed drained.
"Are you all right?" Vordai asked him, her tone no longer neutral. He nodded and sank into a chair by the table. "It's done," he said shortly.
Vordai looked at him, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"No tricks, Vordai," he said. "And I'm too tired to try to lie to you. I've paid your price. If it's all right with you, we'll leave right after breakfast. We still have a long way to go."
"I'll need more than just your word, Belgarath. I don't really trust you - or any human, for that matter. I want proof that you've paid."
But there was a strange new voice from the doorway. Poppi, her furry little face contorted with the effort, was struggling with something. "M-m.m-m-," she stammered. Her mouth twisted, and she tried again. "M-m-m-m-." It seemed to be the hardest thing she had ever tried to do. She took a deep breath and tried once more. "M-m-m-motherrr," Poppi said.
With a low cry, Vordai rushed to the little creature, knelt, and embraced her.
"Mother," Poppi said again. It was clearer this time.
From outside the cottage there came a growing babble of small, squeaky voices, all repeating, "Mother, mother, mother." The excited fenlings converged on the cottage, their voices swelling as more and more of them emerged from the swamps.
Vordai wept.
"You'll have to teach them, of course," Belgarath said wearily. "I gave them the ability, but they don't know very many words yet."
Vordai looked at him with tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, Belgarath," she said in a faltering voice.
The old man shrugged. "Something for something," he replied. "Wasn't that the bargain?"
It was Tupik who led them from the fens. The little creature's chirping to his fellows, however, now had words mixed in with it - faltering, often badly mispronounced, but words nonetheless.
Garion thought for a long time before he spoke, wrestling with an idea as he pushed on his pole. "Grandfather," he said finally.
"Yes, Garion," the old man replied from where he rested in the stern of their boat.
"You knew all along, didn't you?"
"Knew what?"
"That it was possible that you couldn't make things happen any more?"
Belgarath stared at him. "Where did you get that idea?" he asked.
"Aunt Pol said that after you got sick last winter, you might have lost all your power."
"She said what?"
"She said that "
"I heard you." The old man was frowning, his face creased with thought. "That possibility never even occurred to me," he admitted. Suddenly he blinked and his eyes opened very wide. "You know, she might have been right. The illness could have had that sort of effect. What an amazing thing."
"You didn't feel any - well - weaker?"
"What? No, of course not." Belgarath was still frowning, turning the idea over in his mind. "What an amazing thing," he repeated, and then he suddenly laughed.
"I don't see what's so funny."
"Is that what's been bothering you and your Aunt for all these months? The two of you have been tiptoeing around me as if I were made out of thin glass."
"We were afraid the Angaraks might find out, and we didn't dare say anything to you because-"
"Because you were afraid it might make me doubt my abilities?"
Garion nodded.
"Maybe in the long run it wasn't a bad idea at that. I certainly didn't need any doubts plaguing me this morning."
"Was it terribly difficult?"
"Moderately so, yes. I wouldn't want to have to try that sort of thing every day."
"But you didn't really have to do it, did you?"
"Do what?"
"Show the fenlings how to talk. If you've still got your power, then between the two of us, you and I could have opened a channel straight through to the edge of the swamp - no matter what Vordai or the fenlings could have done to try to stop us."
"I wondered how long it was going to be before that occurred to you," the old man replied blandly.
Garion gave him an irritated look. "All right," he said, "why did you do it then, since you didn't have to?"
"That question's rather impolite, Garion," Belgarath chided. "There are certain courtesies customarily observed. It's not considered good manners to ask another sorcerer why he did something."
Garion gave his grandfather an even harder look. "You're evading the question," he said bluntly. "Let's agree that I don't have very good manners, and then you can go ahead and answer anyway."
Belgarath appeared slightly injured. "It's not my fault that you and your Aunt were so worried. You don't really have any reason to be so cross with me." He paused, then looked at Garion. "You're absolutely going to insist?" he asked.
"Yes, I think I really am. Why did you do it?"
Belgarath sighed. "Vordai's been alone for most of her life, you know," he replied, "and life's been very hard to her. Somehow I've always thought that she deserved better. Maybe this makes up for it - a little bit."
"Did Aldur agree with you?" Garion pressed. "I heard his voice when the two of you were talking."
"Eavesdropping is really a bad habit, Garion."