"Anyway," Sadi hurried on, "the band that's handling the harvesting and transport for me is one of the largest in this part of Mallorea -two or three hundred anyway, and I have a goodly number of stout fellows involved in local distribution."
"You did all this in just a few weeks?" Garion was incredulous.
"One makes very little profit by allowing the grass to grow under one's feet," Sadi stated piously.
"Well put," Silk approved.
"Thank you, Prince Kheldar."
Garion shook his head in defeat. "Is there any way you can get your bandits into the palace grounds?"
"Bandits?" Sadi sounded injured.
"Isn't that what they are?"
"I prefer to think of them as entrepreneurs."
"Whatever. Can you get them in?"
"I sort of doubt it, Belgarion. What did you have in mind?"
"I thought we might offer their services to Baron Vasca to help in his forthcoming confrontation with the General Staff."
"Is there going to be a confrontation?" Sadi looked surprised. "I hadn't heard about that."
"That's because we haven't arranged it yet. Vasca's going to find out -probably tomorrow- that his activities have irritated the General Staff, and that they're going to send troops into his offices to arrest him and to dig through his records to find enough incriminating evidence to take to the Emperor."
"That's brilliant," Silk said.
"I liked it -but it won't work unless Vasca's got enough men to hold off a fair number of troops."
"It can still work," Sadi said. "At about the same time that Vasca finds out about his impending arrest, I'll offer him the use of my men. He can bring them into the palace complex under the guise of workmen. All the Bureau Chiefs are continually renovating their offices. It has to do with status, I think."
"What's the plan here, Garion?" Silk asked.
"I want open fighting right here in the halls of the palace. That should attract the attention of Brador's policemen"
"He was born to be a King, wasn't he?" Velvet approved. "Only royalty has the ability to devise a deception of that scale."
"Thanks," Garion said dryly. "It's not going to work, though, if Vasca just takes up defensive positions in his bureau offices. We also have to persuade him to strike first. The soldiers won't really be coming after him, so we're going to have to make him start the fight himself.
What kind of man is Vasca?"
"Deceitful, greedy, and not really all that bright," Silk replied.
"Can he be pressured into any kind of rashness?"
"Probably not. Bureaucrats tend to be cowardly. I don't think he'd make a move until he sees the soldiers coming"
"I believe I can make him bolder," Sadi said. "I have something very nice in a green vial that would make a mouse attack a lion."
Garion made a face. "I don't much care for that way," he said.
"It's the results that count, Belgarion," Sadi pointed out. "If things are that urgent right now, delicate feelings might be a luxury we can't afford."
"All right," Garion decided. "Do whatever you have to."
"Once things are in motion, I might be able to throw in just a bit of additional confusion," Velvet said. "The King of Pallia and the Prince Regent of Delchin both have sizable retinues, and they're on the verge of open war anyway. There's also the King of Veresebo, who's so senile that he distrusts everybody. I could probably persuade each of them that any turmoil in the halls is directed at them personally. They'd put their men-at-arms into the corridors at the first sound of fighting."
"Now that's got some interesting possibilities," Silk said, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "A five-way brawl in the palace ought to give us all the opportunity we need to leave town."
"And it wouldn't necessarily have to be confined to the palace," Sadi added thoughtfully. "A bit of judicious misdirection could probably spread it out into the city itself. A general riot in the streets would attract quite a bit of attention, wouldn't you say?"
"How long would it take to set it up?" Garion asked.
Silk looked at his partners in crime. "Three days?" he asked them, "Maybe four?" They both considered it, then nodded.
"That's it then, Garion," Silk said. "Three or four days."
"All right. Do it."
They all turned and started back toward the entrance to the atrium. "Margravine Liselle," Sadi said firmly.
"Yes, Sadi?"
"I'll take my snake back now, if you don't mind."
"Oh, of course, Sadi." She reached into her bodice for Zith.
Silk's face blanched, and he stepped back quickly.
"Something wrong, Kheldar?" she asked innocently.
"Never mind." The little man turned on his heel and went on through the green-smelling evening gesticulating and talking to himself.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
His name was Balsca . He was a rheumy-eyed seafaring man with bad habits and mediocre skills who hailed from Kaduz, a fish-reeking town on one of the northern Melcene Islands. He had signed on as a common deck hand for the past six years aboard a leaky merchantman grandiosely named The Star of Jarot, commanded by an irascible peg-leg captain from Celanta who called himself "Woodfoot," a colorful name which Balsca privately suspected was designed to conceal the captain's true identity from the maritime authorities.Balsca did not like Captain Woodfoot. Balsca had not liked any ships' officers since he had been summarily flogged ten years back for pilfering grog from ship's stores aboard a ship of the line in the Mallorean navy.
Balsca had nursed his grievance from that incident until he had found an opportunity to jump ship, and then he had gone in search of kindlier masters and more understanding officers in the merchant marine.
He had not found them aboard The Star of Jarot .
His most recent disillusionment had come about as the result of a difference of views with the ship's bosun, a heavy-fisted rascal from Pannor in Rengel . That altercation had left Balsca without his front teeth, and his vigorous protest to the captain had evoked jeering laughter followed by his being unceremoniously kicked off the quarterdeck by a nail-studded leg constructed of solid oak. The humiliation and the bruises were bad enough, but the splinters which festered for weeks in Balsca's behind made it almost impossible for him to sit down, and sitting down was Balsca's favorite position.
He brooded about it, leaning on the starboard rail well out of Captain Woodfoot's view and staring out at the lead-gray swells surging through the straits of Perivor as The Star of Jarot beat her way northwesterly past the swampy coast of the southwestern Dalasian Protectorates and on around the savage breakers engulfing the Turrim Reef. By the time they had cleared the reef and turned due north along the desolate coast of Finda, Balsca had concluded that life was going out of its way to treat him unfairly, and that he might be far better off seeking his fortune ashore.