King of the Murgos
Page 28"Yes, Grandfather," Garion said. "I'm afraid so."
"She goes along then?"
Garion nodded.
"I love to watch his expression when he loses one of these arguments," the dry voice said smugly.
Polgara began to laugh.
"What's so funny, Pol?" Belgarath demanded.
"Nothing, father," she replied innocently.
He suddenly threw his hands into the air. "Go ahead," he said in exasperation. "Invite all of Tol Honeth to come along. I don't care."
"Oh, father," Polgara said to him, "stop trying to be such a curmudgeon."
"Curmudgeon? Pol, you watch your tongue."
"That's really very difficult, father, and it makes one look ridiculous. Now, I think we should make a few plans. While the rest of us are changing clothes and packing, why don't you and Garion go explain to Varana that we're going to have to leave. Think up some suitable excuse. I don't know that we necessarily want him to know about Silk's nocturnal activities." She looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Durnik and Eriond and Toth will see to the horses, of course," she mused, "and I have a rather special little job for you, Prince Kheldar."
"Oh?"
"Go wash—thoroughly."
"I suppose I should have my clothes laundered as well," he noted, looking down at his garbage-saturated doublet and hose.
"We can't leave tonight, Lady Polgara," Ce'Nedra said. "All the gates of the city are locked, and the legionnaires won't open them for anybody—except on the Emperor's direct orders."
"I can get us out of the city," Velvet said confidently.
"How are you going to manage that?" Belgarath asked her.
"Trust me."
"I wish people wouldn't keep saying that to me."
"Oh, by the way," she continued, "I saw an old friend of ours today. A large group of Honeths were riding toward the south gate." She looked over at Silk. "You really must have frightened them, Kheldar. They had whole battalions of their soldiers drawn up around them to keep you at a distance. Anyway, riding right in the middle of them and looking every inch a Tolnedran gentleman was the Mallorean, Harakan."
"Well, well," Silk said. "Isn't that interesting?"
"Prince Kheldar," Velvet said pleasantly, "please do go visit the baths—or at the very least, don't stand quite so close."
CHAPTER SIX
A chill gray fog had risen from the river to shroud the broad avenues of Tol Honeth. The snow had turned to rain—a cold drizzle that sifted down through the fog, and, although the roofs and courtyards were still mantled in white, the thoroughfares and avenues were clogged with seeping brown slush, crossed and crisscrossed with the tracks of wagons and carriages. It was nearly midnight when Garion and the others quietly left the grounds of the Imperial Compound, and the few bands of holiday revelers they encountered in the streets were much the worse for drink.Velvet, riding a chestnut mare and wrapped and cowled in a heavy gray cloak, led them down past the marble-fronted houses of the merchant barons of Tol Honeth, through the empty central marketplace and into the poorer quarters of the city lying to the south. As they turned the corner of a side street, an authoritative voice came out of the fog.
"Halt!"
Velvet reined in her horse and sat waiting as a squad of helmeted and red-cloaked legionnaires armed with lances marched out of the rainy mist.
"State your business, please," the sergeant in charge of the patrol said brusquely.
Some of the suspicion faded from the sergeant's face. "No, your Ladyship," he answered. "I'm afraid not."
"You don't know Norry?" Velvet exclaimed. "What an extraordinary thing! I thought everyone in Tol Honeth knew him—at least he always says so. Poor Norry's going to be absolutely crushed. I'll tell you what. Why don't you and your men come along with us so that you can meet him? You'll adore it. His parties are always so amusing." She gave the sergeant a wide-eyed, vapid smile.
"I'm sorry, your Ladyship, but we're on duty. Are you certain that you're following the right street, though? You're entering one of the meaner sections of the city, and I don't recall any noblemen's houses hereabouts."
"It's a short cut," Velvet told him. "You see, we go down through here, and then we turn left." She hesitated, "Or was it right? I forget exactly, but I'm sure one of my friends knows the way."
"You must be careful in this part of town, your Ladyship. There are footpads and cutpurses about."
"My goodness!"
"You really ought to be carrying torches."
"Torches? Great Nedra, no! The smell of the smoke from a torch lingers in my hair for weeks. Are you sure you can't join us? Norry's parties are so delightful."
"Give the count our regrets, your Ladyship,"
"Come along, then," Velvet said to the others. "We really must hurry. We're terribly late as it is. Good-bye, Captain."
"Sergeant, your Ladyship."
"Oh? Is there a difference?"
"Never mind, your Ladyship. Hurry along now. You wouldn't want to miss any of the fun."
"Who is Count Norain?" Durnik asked her curiously when they were out of earshot of the patrol.
"A figment of my imagination, Goodman Durnik," Velvet laughed.
"She's a Drasnian, all right," Belgarath murmured.
"Did you have any doubts, Eternal One?"
"Exactly where are you taking us, Liselle?" Polgara asked as they rode on down the foggy street.
"There's a house I know, Lady Polgara. It's not a very nice house, but it's built up against the south wall of the city, and it has a very useful back door."
"How can it have a back door if it's up against the city wall?" Ce'Nedra asked, pulling the hood of her green cloak forward to shield her face from the rainy mist.
Velvet winked at her. "You'll see," she said.
The street down which they rode grew shabbier and shabbier. The buildings looming out of the fog were built of plain stone instead of marble, and many of them were windowless warehouses, presenting blank faces to the street.
They passed a rank-smelling tavern from .which came shouts and laughter and snatches of bawdy songs. Several drunken men burst from the door of the tavern and began pummeling each other with fists and clubs. One burly, unshaven ruffian lurched into the street and stood swaying in their path.