‘I expect that Naradas is going to speak quite firmly with those fellows when he finds out that he’s gone to all this trouble for nothing,’ Silk added gaily. ‘He’ll probably sacrifice a goodly number of them just as soon as he can find an altar.’
They met the men of Zakath’s imperial garrison from Lengha about noon the following day. The commander of the garrison rode forward and stared at Zakath in some amazement. ‘Your Imperial Majesty,’ he said, ‘is that really you?’
Zakath rubbed at his black beard. ‘Oh, you mean this, Colonel?’ he laughed. ‘It was the suggestion of that old man over there.’ He pointed at Belgarath. ‘We didn’t want people to recognize me, and my face is stamped on every coin in Mallorea. Did you have any trouble on your way north?’
‘Nothing worth mentioning, your Majesty. We encountered a dozen or so groups of Darshivan soldiers – usually hiding in clumps of trees. We encircled each clump, and they all surrendered immediately. They’re very good at surrendering.’
‘They run quite well, too, we’ve noticed,’ Zakath smiled.
The colonel looked at his emperor a bit hesitantly. ‘I hope you won’t be offended at my saying this, your Majesty, but you seem to have changed since the last time I was in Mal Zeth.’
‘Oh?’
‘I’ve never seen you under arms, for one thing.’
‘Troubled times, Colonel. Troubled times.’
‘And if you’ll forgive my saying so, your Majesty, I’ve never heard you laugh before – or even seen you smile.’
‘I’ve had little reason before, Colonel. Shall we go on to Lengha?’
When they arrived in Lengha, Cyradis, with Toth’s assistance, led them directly to the harbor, where a strangely configured ship awaited them.
‘Thank you, Colonel,’ Zakath said to the garrison commander. ‘Providing this ship was most considerate of you.’
‘Excuse me, your Majesty,’ the colonel replied, ‘but I had nothing to do with the ship.’
Zakath gave Toth a startled look, and the big mute smiled briefly at Durnik.
Durnik frowned slightly. ‘Brace yourself, Kal Zakath,’ he said. ‘The arrangements for the ship were made several thousand years ago.’
Belgarath’s face was suddenly creased by a broad smile. ‘It would seem that we’re right on schedule then. I do so hate to be late for an appointment.’
‘Really?’ Beldin said. ‘I remember one time when you showed up five years after you were supposed to.’
‘Something came up.’
‘Something usually does. Wasn’t that during the period when you were spending your time with the girls in Maragor?’
Belgarath coughed and cast a slightly guilty look at his daughter.
Polgara raised one eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
The ship was manned by the same sort of mute crew as had conveyed them from the coast of Gorut in Cthol Murgos to the Isle of Verkat. Once again Garion was struck by that haunting sense of repetition. As soon as they were on board, the crew cast off all lines and made sail.
‘Peculiar,’ Silk observed. ‘The breeze is coming in off the sea, and we’re sailing directly into it.’
‘I noticed that,’ Durnik agreed.
‘I thought you might have. It appears that normal rules don’t apply to the Dals.’
‘Wilt thou, Belgarion, and thy friend Zakath accompany me to the aft cabin?’ Cyradis said as they cleared the harbor.
‘Of course, Holy Seeress,’ Garion replied. He noticed that as the three of them moved aft, Zakath took the blindfolded girl’s hand to lead her, almost unconsciously duplicating Toth’s solicitude. A peculiar notion crossed the mind of the Rivan King at that point. He looked rather closely at his friend. Zakath’s face was strangely gentle, and his eyes had an odd look in them. The notion was absurd, of course, but as clearly as if he had seen directly into the Mallorean Emperor’s heart, Garion knew that it was absolutely true. He rather carefully concealed a smile.
In the aft cabin stood two gleaming suits of armor, looking for all the world like those of the knights at Vo Mimbre.
‘These must garb you at Perivor,’ Cyradis told them.
‘There’s a reason, I assume,’ Garion said.
‘Indeed. And when we approach that coast, thou must each lower thy visor and under no circumstances raise it whilst we are on the isle unless I give thee leave.’
‘And you’re not going to tell us what the reason is, are you?’
She smiled gently and laid one hand on his arm. ‘Know only that it is needful.’
‘I sort of thought she might take that position,’ Garion said to Zakath. He went to the door of the cabin. ‘Durnik,’ he called, ‘we’re going to need some help down here.’
‘We don’t have to put it on yet, do we?’ Zakath asked him.
‘Have you ever worn full armor before?’
‘No. I can’t say that I have.’
‘It takes a bit of getting used to. Even Mandorallen grunted a bit when he first put his on.’
‘Mandorallen? That Mimbrate friend of yours?’
Garion nodded. ‘He’s Ce’Nedra’s champion.’
‘I thought you were.’
‘I’m her husband. Different rules apply.’ He looked critically at Zakath’s sword, a rather light and slim-bladed weapon. ‘He’s going to need a bigger sword, Cyradis,’ he told the Seeress.
‘In that cabinet, Belgarion.’
‘She thinks of everything,’ Garion said wryly. He opened the cabinet. Inside, standing almost to shoulder height was a massive broadsword. He lifted it out with both hands. ‘Your sword, your Majesty,’ he said, extending the hilt to Zakath.
‘Thank you, your Majesty,’ Zakath grinned. As he took the sword, his eyes suddenly went wide. ‘Torak’s teeth!’ he swore, almost dropping the huge weapon. ‘Do people actually use these things on each other?’
‘Frequently. It’s a major form of entertainment in Arendia. If you think that one’s heavy, you should try mine.’ Then Garion remembered something. ‘Wake up,’ he said rather peremptorily to the Orb.
The murmur of the stone was slightly offended.
‘Don’t overdo this,’ Garion instructed, ‘but my friend’s sword is just a bit heavy for him. Let’s make it lighter – a little at a time.’ He watched as Zakath strained to raise the sword. ‘A little more,’ he instructed the Orb.