But after a while it seemed that I didn't really have very much, and so I went back to Asharak. He said he was still curious about Cherek and that he'd like to know Anheg's mind. He told me that he'd give me as much gold as I already had if I sent him word of what was said in the high councils here in the palace for a year. At first I said no, because I knew it would be dishonorable; but then he showed me the gold, and I couldn't say no any more."
From where he watched Garion could see the expressions of those in the hall below. Their faces had a curious mingling of pity and contempt as Jarvik's story continued.
"It was then, Anheg," he said, "that your men captured one of my messengers, and I was banished to Jarviksholm. At first I didn't mind, '' because I could still play with my gold. But again it wasn't long before it seemed that I didn't have enough. I sent a fast ship through the Bore to Darine with a message to Asharak begging him to find something else for me to do to earn more gold. When the ship came back, Asharak was aboard her, and we sat down and talked about what I could do to increase my hoard."
"You're doubly a traitor then, Jarvik," Anheg said in a voice that was almost sad. "You've betrayed me and you've broken the oldest law in Cherek. No Angarak has set foot on Cherek soil since the days of Bear-shoulders himself."
Jarvik shrugged. "I didn't really care by then," he said. "Asharak had a plan, and it seemed like a good one to me. If we could get through the city a few at a time, we could hide an army in the ruined southern wings of the palace. With surprise and a bit of luck we could kill Anheg and the other Alorn Kings, and I could take the throne of Cherek and maybe of all Aloria as well."
"And what was Asharak's price?" Mister Wolf demanded, his eyes narrowing. "What did he want in return for making you king?"
"A thing so small that I laughed when he told me what he wanted," Jarvik said. "But he said that he'd not only give me the crown but a roomful of gold if I'd get it for him."
"What was it?" Wolf repeated.
"He said that there was a boy - about fourteen - in the party of King Fulrach of Sendaria. He told me that as soon as that boy was delivered to him, he'd give me more gold than I could count and the throne of Cherek as well."
King Fulrach looked startled.
"The boy Garion?" he asked. "Why would Asharak want him?"
Aunt Pol's single frightened gasp carried even up to where Garion was concealed.
"Durnik!" she said in a ringing voice, but Durnik was already on his feet and racing toward the door with Silk close behind him. Aunt Pol spun with eyes blazing and the white lock at her brow almost incandescent in the midnight of her hair. The Earl of Jarvik flinched as her glare fell on him.
"If anything's happened to the boy, Jarvik, men will tremble at the memory of your fate for a thousand years," she told him.
It had gone far enough. Garion was ashamed and a little frightened by the fury of Aunt Pol's reaction.
"I'm all right, Aunt Pol," he called down to her through the narrow slot in the wall. "I'm up here."
"Garion?" She looked up, trying to see him. "Where are you?"
"Up here near the ceiling," he said, "behind the wall."
"How did you get up there?"
"I don't know. Some men were chasing me, and I ran. This is where I ended up."
"Come down here at once."
"I don't know how, Aunt Pol," he said. "I ran so far and took so many turns that I don't know how to get back. I'm lost."
"All right," she said, regaining her composure. "Stay where you are. We'll think of a way to get you down."
"I hope so," he said.
Chapter Nineteen
"Well it has to come out someplace," King Anheg said, squinting up toward the spot where Garion waited nervously. "All he has to do is follow it.""And walk directly into the arms of Asharak the Murgo?" Aunt Pol asked. "He's better off staying where he is."
"Asharak is fleeing for his life," Anheg said. "He's no-where in the palace."
"As I recall, he's not even supposed to be in the kingdom," she said pointedly.
"All right Pol," Mister Wolf said. He called up, "Garion, which way does the passage run?"
"It seems to go on toward the back of the hall where the thrones are," Garion answered. "I can't tell for sure if it turns off or not. It's pretty dark up here."
"We'll pass you up a couple of torches," Wolf said. "Set one at the spot where you are now and then go on down the passage with the other. As long as you can see the first one, you'll be going in a straight line."
"Very clever," Silk said. "I wish I were seven thousand years old so I could solve problems so easily."
Wolf let that pass.
"I still think the safest way would be to get some ladders and break a hole in the wall," Barak said.
King Anheg looked pained. "Couldn't we try Belgarath's suggestion first?" he asked.
Barak shrugged. "You're the king."
"Thanks," Anheg said dryly.
A warrior fetched a long pole and two torches were passed up to Garion.
"If the line of the passageway holds straight," Anheg said, "he should come out somewhere in the royal apartments."
"Interesting," King Rhodar said with one raised eyebrow. "It would be most enlightening to know if the passage led to the royal chambers or from them."
"It's entirely possible that the passageway is just some long-forgotten escape route," Anheg said in an injured tone. "Our history, after all, has not been all that peaceful. There's no need to expect the worst, is there?"
"Of course not," King Rhodar said blandly, "no need at all."
Garion set one of the torches beside the slot in the wall and followed the dusty passageway, looking back often to be sure that the torch was still in plain sight. Eventually he came to a narrow door which opened into the back of an empty closet. The closet was attached to a splendid-looking bedchamber, and outside there was a broad, well-lighted corridor.
Several warriors were coming down the corridor, and Garion recognized Torvik the huntsman among them. "Here I am", he said, stepping out with a surge of relief.
"You've been busy, haven't you?" Torvik said with a grin.
"It wasn't my idea," Garion said.
"Let's get you back to King Anheg," Torvik said. "The lady, your Aunt, seemed concerned about you."