"I'm afraid the Grolims have him, Aunt Pol."
"We've got a problem here, Pol," Belgarath said gravely. "From what Garion says, Eriond went into the Sanctum and put out the fires."
"What?" she exclaimed.
Garion spread his hands helplessly. "He just walked in and made the fires go out. The Grolims seized him and they're taking him to Chabat."
"This is very serious, Belgarath," Sadi said. "Those fires are supposed to burn perpetually. If the Grolims believe that the boy was responsible, he's in very great danger."
"I know," the old man agreed.
"All right, then," Durnik said quietly. "We'll just have to go take him away from them." He stood up, and Toth silently joined him.
"But our ship is almost ready," Sadi protested. "We could be out of here with no one the wiser."
"There's nothing we can do about that now." Belgarath's face was grimly determined.
"Let me see if I can salvage something out of this mess before any of you do anything irreversible," Sadi pleaded. "There'll always be time for more direct action if I can't talk our way out of this."
Garion looked around. "Where's Ce'Nedra?" he asked.
"She's asleep," Polgara replied. "Liselle's with her."
"Is she all right? Silk said that she was upset. She isn't sick again, is she?"
"No, Garion. It was the sounds coming from the Sanctum. She couldn't tolerate them."
A heavy fist suddenly pounded on the bolted door. Garion jumped and instinctively reached for his sword. "Open up in there!" a harsh voice commanded from outside.
"Quickly," Sadi hissed, "all of you get back into your cells and try to look as if you've been sleeping when you come out."
They hurried back into the cells and waited breathlessly while the thin eunuch went to the door and unbolted it. "What's the matter, reverend sirs?" he asked mildly as the Grolims burst into the room with drawn weapons.
"You have been summoned to an audience with the Hierarch, slaver," one of them snarled. "You and all your servants."
"We're honored," Sadi murmured.
"You're not being honored. You're to be interrogated. I'd advise you to speak the truth, because Agachak has the power to pull you very slowly out of your skin if you lie to him."
"What an unpleasant notion. Has the Hierarch returned from the Drojim Palace then?"
"Word has been sent to him of the monstrous crime one of your servants has committed."
"Crime? What crime?"
The Grolim ignored him. "On Chabat's orders, you are all to be confined until Agachak returns to the Temple."
Garion and the others were roughly shaken out of their feigned sleep and marched through the smoky corridors and down a narrow flight of stone steps into the basement. Unlike the rooms above, these cells were secured with barred iron doors, and the narrow halls had about them that peculiar sour odor that permeates prisons and dungeons the world over. One of the Grolims opened a barred door and gestured for them to enter.
"Is this really necessary, good Priest?" Sadi protested. The Grolim put his hand threateningly on his sword hilt. "Calm yourself, sir," Sadi said. "I was merely asking.
Inside! Now!"
They all filed into the cell, and the black-robed priest slammed it behind them. The sound of the key grating in the lock seemed very loud for some reason.
"Garion," Ce'Nedra said in a frightened little voice, "What's happening? Why are they doing this?"
He put his arm comfortingly about her shoulders. "Eriond got into trouble," he explained. "Sadi's going to try to talk us all out of this.
What if he can't?
Then we'll do it the other way." Silk looked around at the dimly lit cell with a disdainful sniff. "Dungeons always show such a lack of imagination," he remarked, scuffing at the moldy straw littering the floor with one foot.
"Have you had such a wide experience with dungeons, Kheldar?" Velvet asked him.
"I've been in a few from time to time." He shrugged. "I've never found it convenient to stay for more than a few hours." He raised up on his tiptoes to peer out through the small barred window in the door. "Good," he said, "no guards." He looked at Belgarath. "Do you want me to open this?" he asked, tapping on the door with one knuckle. "I don't think we can accomplish very much from in here."
"Please be patient, Prince Kheldar," Sadi said. "If we break out of this cell, I'll never be able to smooth this over."
"I've got to find out what they've done with Eriond,"
Polgara told the eunuch firmly. "Go ahead and open it, Silk,"
"Polgara?" a light, familiar voice came from the next cell. "Is that you?"
"Eriond!" she said with relief. "Are you all right?
I'm fine, Polgara. They put chains on me, but they aren't too uncomfortable."
"Why did you do that—what you did in the Sanctum?
I didn't like those fires."
"I didn't either, but—"
"I really didn't like them, Polgara. That sort of thing has to be stopped, and we have to start somewhere."
"How did you put them out?" Belgarath asked through the barred window in the door. "Garion was there when you did it and he says that he didn't hear or feel anything."
"I'm not sure, Belgarath. I don't think I actually did anything special to make them go out. I just decided that I didn't want them to burn any more, so I sort of let them know how I felt, and they just went out."
"That's all?"
"As closely as I can remember, yes."
Belgarath turned from the door, his face baffled. "When we get out of here, that boy and I are going to have a very long talk about this. I've meant to do that about a half-dozen times, and every time I make up my mind, I get smoothly diverted." He looked at Garion. "The next time you talk to your friend, tell him to stop that. It irritates me."
"He already knows that, Grandfather. I think that's why he does it."
Somewhere down the corridor outside, a heavy iron door clanged open, and there came the sound of marching feet.
"Grolims," Silk said quietly from the barred window.
"Who else?" Belgarath asked sourly.
The approaching group stopped outside, and a key grated in the lock of Eriond's cell. The door creaked open. "You, boy," a harsh voice barked. "Come with us."