To Garion's absolute astonishment, Eriond warmly applauded with no trace of embarrassment showing on his young face. He knew that his own neck was burning and that his breath was coming faster.
Ce'Nedra's reaction was about what he had expected.
Her cheeks were flaming and her eyes were wide. Then she suddenly laughed with delight. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed, and her eyes were full of mischief as she cast a sidelong glance at Garion. He coughed nervously.
Feldegast wiped a tear from his eye and blew his nose gustily. Then he rose to his feet. "Ah, me fine, lusty wench," he said fulsomely to Vella, hanging a regretful embrace about her neck and -endangering life and limb just a little in view of her ever-ready daggers- bussing her noisily on the lips, "it's destroyed altogether I am that we must part. I'll miss ye, me girl, an' make no mistake about that. But I make ye me promise that we'll meet again, an' I'll delight ye with a few of me naughty little stories, an' ye'll fuddle me brains with yer wicked brew, an' we'll laugh an' sing together an' enjoy spring after spring in the sheer delight of each others' company. " Then he slapped her rather familiarly on the bottom and moved quickly out of range before she could find the hilt of one of her daggers.
"Does she dance for you often, Yarblek?" Silk asked his partner, his eyes very bright.
"Too often," Yarblek replied mournfully, "and every time she does, I find myself starting to think that her daggers aren't really all that sharp and that a little cut or two wouldn't really hurt too much."
"Feel free to try at any time, Yarblek," Vella offered, her hand suggestively on the hilt of one of her daggers.
Then she looked at Ce'Nedra with a broad wink.
"Why do you dance like that?" Ce'Nedra asked, still blushing slightly. "You know what it does to every man who watches."
"That's part of the fun, Ce'Nedra. First you drive them crazy, and then you hold them off with your daggers. It makes them absolutely wild. Next time we meet, I'll show you how it's done." She looked at Garion and laughed a wicked laugh.
Belgarath returned to the fire. He had left at some time during Vella's dance, though Garion's eyes had been too busy to notice. "It's dark enough," he told them all. "I think we can leave now without attracting any notice." They all rose from where they had been sitting.
"You know what to do?" Silk asked his partner.
Yarblek nodded.
"All right. Do whatever you have to to keep me out of the soup."
"Why do you persist in playing around in politics, Silk?"
"Because it gives me access to greater opportunities to steal."
"Oh," Yarblek said. "That's all right then." He extended his hand. "Take care, Silk," he said.
"You, too, Yarblek. Try to keep us solvent if you can, and I'll see you in a year or so."
"If you live."
"There's that, too."
"I enjoyed your dance, Vella," Polgara said, embracing the Nadrak girl.
"I'm honored, Lady," Vella replied a bit shyly. " And we'll meet again, I'm sure."
"I'm certain that we will."
" Are ye sure that ye won't reconsider yer outrageous askin' price, Master Yarblek?" Feldegast asked.
"Talk to her about it," Yarblek replied, jerking his head in Vella's direction. "She's the one who set it."
" 'Tis a hardhearted woman ye are, me girl," the juggler accused her.
She shrugged. "If you buy something cheap, you don't value it."
"Now that's the truth, surely. I'll see what I kin do t' put me hands on some money, fer make no mistake, me fine wench, I mean t' own ye."
"We'll see," she replied with a slight smile.
They went out of the circle of firelight to their picketed horses -and the juggler's mule- and mounted quietly. The moon had set, and the stars lay like bright jewels across the warm, velvet throat of night as they rode out of Yarblek's camp and moved at a cautious walk toward the north. When the sun rose several hours later, they were miles away, moving northward along, a well-maintained highway toward Mal Rukuth, the Angarak city lying on the south bank of the Raku River, the stream that marked the southern border of Venna . The morning was warm, the sky was clear, and they made good time. Once again there were refugees on the road, but unlike yesterday, significant numbers of them were fleeing toward the south.
"Is it possible that the plague has broken out in the north as well?" Sadi asked.
Polgara frowned. "It's possible, I suppose," she told him.
"I think it's more likely that those people are fleeing from Mengha," Belgarath disagreed.
"It's going to get a bit chaotic hereabouts," Silk noted.
"If you've got people fleeing in one direction from the plague and people fleeing in the other from the demons, about all they'll be able to do is mill around out here on these plains."
"That could work to our advantage, Kheldar," Velvet pointed out. "Sooner or later, Zakath is going to discover that we left Mal Zeth without saying good-bye and he's likely to send troops out looking for us. A bit of chaos in this region should help to confuse their search, wouldn't you say?"
"You've got a point there," he admitted.
Garion rode on in a half doze, a trick he had learned from Belgarath. Though he had occasionally missed a night's sleep in the past, he had never really gotten used to it. He rode along with his head down, only faintly aware of what was happening around him.
He heard a persistent sound that seemed to nag at the edge of his consciousness. He frowned, his eyes still closed, trying to identify the sound. And then he remembered. It was a faint, despairing wail, and the full horror of the sight of the dying child in the shabby street in Mal Zeth struck him. Try though he might, he could not wrench himself back into wakefulness, and the continuing cry tore at his heart.
Then he felt a large hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. Struggling, he raised his head to look full into the sad face of the giant Toth.
"Did you hear it, too?" he asked.
Toth nodded, his face filled with sympathy.
"It was only a dream, wasn't it?"
Toth spread his hands, and his look was uncertain.
Garion squared his shoulders and sat up in his saddle, determined not to drift off again.
They rode some distance away from the road and took a cold lunch of bread, cheese, and smoked sausage in the shade of a large elm tree standing quite alone in the middle of a field of oats. There was a small spring surrounded by a mossy rock wall not far away, where they were able to water the horses and fill their water bags.