Demon Lord Of Karanda (24 page)

‘We have to go to Ashaba,’ Garion told him.

‘I wouldn’t advise it,’ Yarblek said bluntly. ‘The Karands are picking up some very unsavory habits.’

‘Oh?’ Silk said.

‘I’m an Angarak,’ Yarblek said, ‘and I’ve been watching Grolims cut out human hearts to offer to Torak since I was a boy, but what’s happening in Karanda turns even
my
stomach. The Karands stake captives out on the ground and then call up their demons. The demons are all getting fat.’

‘Would you care to be a little more specific?’

‘Not really. Use your imagination, Silk. You’ve been in Morindland. You know what demons eat.’

‘You’re not serious!’

‘Oh, yes—and the Karands eat the scraps. As I said—some very unsavory habits. There are also some rumors about the demons breeding with human females.’

‘That’s abominable!’ Garion gasped.

‘It is indeed,’ Yarblek agreed with him. ‘The women usually don’t survive their pregnancies, but I’ve heard of a few live births.’

‘We have to put a stop to that,’ Belgarath said bleakly.

‘Good luck,’ Yarblek said. ‘Me, I’m going back to Gar og Nadrak just as soon as I can get my caravan put together. I’m not going anywhere near Mengha—or the tame demon he keeps on a leash.’

‘Nahaz?’ Garion asked.

‘You’ve heard the name then?’

‘Dolmar told us.’

‘We should probably start with him,’ Belgarath said. ‘If we can drive Nahaz back to where he came from it’s likely that the rest of the demons will follow their lord.’

‘Neat trick,’ Yarblek grunted.

‘I have certain resources,’ the old man told him. ‘Once the demons are gone, Mengha won’t have anything left but a ragtag army of Karandese fanatics. We’ll be able to go on about our business and leave the mopping up to Zakath.’ He smiled briefly. ‘That might occupy his mind enough to keep him from breathing down our necks.’

Vella was laughing raucously as she and Feldegast the juggler approached the arbor. The little comedian was walking on his hands again—erratically and with his feet waving ludicrously in the air.

‘He tells a good story,’ the lush-bodied Nadrak girl said, still laughing, ‘but he can’t hold his liquor.’

‘I didn’t think he drank all that much,’ Silk said.

‘It wasn’t the ale that fuddled him so bad,’ she replied. She drew a silver flask from under her belt. ‘I gave him a pull or two at this.’ Her eyes suddenly sparkled with mischief. ‘Care to try some, Silk?’ she offered, holding out the flask.

‘What’s in it?’ he asked suspiciously.

‘Just a little drink we brew in Gar og Nadrak,’ she said innocently. ‘It’s as mild as mother’s milk.’ She demonstrated by taking a long drink from the flask.

‘Othlass?’

She nodded.

‘No thanks.’ He shuddered. ‘The last time I drank that, I lost track of a whole week.’

‘Don’t be so chicken-livered, Silk,’ she told him scornfully. She took another drink. ‘See? It doesn’t hurt a bit.’ She looked at Garion. ‘My Lord,’ she said to him. ‘How’s your pretty little wife?’

‘She’s well, Vella.’

‘I’m glad to hear that. Have you got her pregnant again yet?’

Garion flushed. ‘No,’ he replied.

‘You’re wasting time, my Lord. Why don’t you run back to the palace and chase her around the bedroom a time or two?’ Then she turned to Belgarath. ‘Well?’ she said to him.

‘Well what?’

She smoothly drew one of her knives from her belt. ‘Would you like to try again?’ she asked, turning deliberately so that her well-rounded posterior was available to him.

‘Ah, thanks all the same, Vella,’ he said with a kind of massive dignity, ‘but it’s a bit early.’

‘That’s all right, old man,’ she said. ‘I’m ready for you this time. Any time you’re in a patting frame of mind, feel free. I sharpened all my knives before we came—especially for you.’

‘You’re too kind.’

The drunken Feldegast lurched, tried to regain his balance, and toppled over in an unceremonious heap. When he stumbled to his feet, his plain face was splotched and distorted, and he stood hunched over with his back bowed to the point where he almost looked deformed.

‘I think the girl got the best of you, my friend,’ Belgarath said jovially as he moved quickly to help the inebriated juggler to right himself. ‘You really ought to straighten up, though. If you stand around bent over like that, you’ll tie your insides in knots.’ Garion saw his grandfather’s lips moving slightly as he whispered something to the tipsy entertainer. Then, so faint that it was barely discernible, he felt the surge of the old man’s will.

Feldegast straightened, his face buried in his hands. ‘Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,’ he said. ‘Have y’ poisoned me, me girl?’ he demanded of Vella. ‘I can’t remember ever bein’ taken by the drink so fast.’ He took his hands away. The splotches and distortion were gone from his face, and he looked as he had before.

‘Don’t ever try to drink with a Nadrak woman,’ Belgarath advised him, ‘particularly when she’s the one who brewed the liquor.’

‘It seems that I heard a snatch of conversation whilst I was entertainin’ the wench here. Is it Karanda ye be talkin’ about—and the woeful things happenin’ there?’

‘We were,’ Belgarath admitted.

‘I display me talents betimes in wayside inns and taverns—fer pennies and a drink or two, don’t y’ know—and a great deal of information comes into places like that. Sometimes if ye make a man laugh and be merry, ye kin draw more out of him than ye can with silver or strong drink. As it happened, I was in such a place not long ago—dazzlin’ the onlookers with the brilliance of me perfomance—and happens that whilst I was there, a wayfarer came in from the east. A great brute of a man he was—and he told us the distressful news from Karanda. And after he had eaten and finished more pots of good strong ale than was good for him, I sought him out and questioned him further. A man in me profession can’t never know too much about the places where he might be called upon to display his art, don’t y’know. This great brute of a man, who should not have feared anythin’ that walks, was shakin’ and tremblin’ like a frightened babe, and he tells me that I should stay out of Karanda as I valued me life. And then he tells me a very strange thing, which I have not yet put the meanin’ to. He tells me that the road between Calida and Mal Yaska is thick with messengers goin’ to and fro, hither and yon. Isn’t that an amazin’ thing? How could a man account fer it? But there be strange things goin’ on in the world, good masters, and wonders to behold that no man at all could ever begin to imagine.’

The juggler’s lilting brogue was almost hypnotic in its charm and liquidity, and Garion found himself somehow caught up in the really quite commonplace narrative. He felt a peculiar disappointment as the gaudy little man broke off his story.

‘I hope that me tale has brought ye some small entertainment an’ enlightenment, good masters,’ Feldegast said ingratiatingly, his grass-stained hand held out suggestively. ‘I make me way in the world with me wits and me talents, givin’ of them as free as the birds, but I’m always grateful fer little tokens of appreciation, don’t y’ know.’

‘Pay him,’ Belgarath said shortly to Garion.

‘What?’

‘Give him some money.’

Garion sighed and reached for the leather purse at his belt.

‘May the Gods all smile down on ye, young master,’ Feldegast thanked Garion effusively for the few small coins which changed hands. Then he looked slyly at Vella. ‘Tell me, me girl,’ he said, ‘have ye ever heard the story of the milkmaid and the peddler? I must give ye fair warnin’ that it’s a naughty little story, and I’d be covered with shame to bring a blush to yer fair cheeks.’

‘I haven’t blushed since I was fourteen,’ Vella said to him.

‘Well then, why don’t we go apart a ways, an’ I’ll see if I can’t remedy that? I’m told that blushin’ is good fer the complexion.’

Vella laughed and followed him back out onto the lawn.

‘Silk,’ Belgarath said brusquely, ‘I need that diversion—now.’

‘We don’t really have anything put together yet,’ Silk objected.

‘Make something up, then.’ The old man turned to Yarblek. ‘And I don’t want you to leave Mal Zeth until I give you the word. I might need you here.’

‘What’s the matter, Grandfather?’ Garion asked.

‘We have to leave here as quickly as possible.’

Out on the lawn, Vella stood wide-eyed and with the palms of her hands pressed to her flaming cheeks.

‘Ye’ll have to admit that I warned ye, me girl,’ Feldegast chortled triumphantly. ‘Which is more than I can say about the deceitful way ye slipped yer dreadful brew into me craw.’ He looked at her admiringly. ‘I must say, though, that ye bloom like a red, red rose when ye blush like that, and yer a joy to behold in yer maidenlike confusion. Tell me, have ye by chance heard the one about the shepherdess and the knight-errant?’

Vella fled.

That afternoon, Silk, who normally avoided anything remotely resembling physical exertion, spent several hours in the leafy atrium in the center of the east wing, busily piling stones across the mouth of the tiny rivulet of fresh, sparkling water which fed the pool at the center of the little garden. Garion watched curiously from the window of his sitting room until he could stand it no longer. He went out into the atrium to confront the sweating little Drasnian. ‘Are you taking up landscaping as a hobby?’ he asked.

‘No,’ Silk replied, mopping his forehead, ‘just taking a little precaution, is all.’

‘Precaution against what?’

Silk held up one finger. ‘Wait,’ he said gauging the level of the water rising behind his improvised dam. After a moment, the water began to spill over into the pool with a loud gurgling and splashing. ‘Noisy, isn’t it?’ he said proudly.

‘Won’t that make sleeping in these surrounding rooms a little hard?’ Garion asked.

‘It’s also going to make listening almost impossible,’ the little man said smugly. ‘As soon as it gets dark, why don’t you and I and Sadi and Liselle gather here. We need to talk, and my cheerful little waterfall should cover what we say to each other.’

‘Why after dark?’

Silk slyly laid one finger alongside his long, pointed nose. ‘So that the night will hide our lips from those police who don’t use their ears to listen with.’

‘That’s clever,’ Garion said.

‘Why, yes. I thought so myself.’ Then Silk made a sour face. ‘Actually, it was Liselle’s idea,’ he confessed.

Garion smiled. ‘But she let you do the work.’

Silk grunted. ‘She claimed that she didn’t want to break any of her fingernails. I was going to refuse, but she threw her dimples at me, and I gave in.’

‘She uses those very well, doesn’t she? They’re more dangerous than your knives.’

‘Are you trying to be funny, Garion?’

‘Would I do that, old friend?’

As the soft spring evening descended over Mal Zeth, Garion joined his three friends in the dim atrium beside Silk’s splashing waterfall.

‘Very nice work, Kheldar,’ Velvet complimented the little man.

‘Oh, shut up.’

‘Why, Kheldar!’

‘All right,’ Garion said, by way of calling the meeting to order, ‘what have we got that we can work with? Belgarath wants us out of Mal Zeth almost immediately.’

‘I’ve been following your advice, Belgarion,’ Sadi murmured, ‘and I’ve been concentrating my attention on Baron Vasca. He’s a man of eminent corruption, and he has his fingers in so many pies that he sometimes loses track of just who’s bribing him at any given moment.’

‘Exactly what’s he up to right now?’ Garion asked.

‘He’s still trying to take over the Bureau of Military Procurement,’ Velvet reported. ‘That bureau is controlled by the General Staff, however. It’s mostly composed of colonels, but there’s a General Bregar serving as Bureau Chief. The colonels aren’t
too
greedy, but Bregar has a large payroll. He has to spread quite a bit of money around among his fellow generals to keep Vasca in check.’

Garion thought about that. ‘Aren’t you bribing Vasca as well?’ he asked Silk.

Silk nodded glumly. ‘The price is going up, though. The consortium of Melcene merchant barons is laying a lot of money in his path, trying to get him to restrict Yarblek and me to the west coast.’

‘Can he raise any sort of force? Fighting men, I mean?’

‘He has contacts with a fair number of robber chiefs,’ Sadi replied, ‘and they have some pretty rough and ready fellows working for them.’

‘Is there any band operating out of Mal Zeth right now?’

Sadi coughed rather delicately. ‘I just brought a string of wagons down from Camat,’ he admitted. ‘Agricultual products for the most part.’

Garion gave him a hard look. ‘I thought I asked you not to do that any more.’

‘The crop had already been harvested, Belgarion,’ the eunuch protested. ‘It doesn’t make sense to just let it rot in the fields, does it?’

‘That’s sound business thinking, Garion,’ Silk interceded.

‘Anyway,’ Sadi hurried on, ‘the band that’s handling the harvesting and transport for me is one of the largest in this part of Mallorea—two or three hundred anyway, and I have a goodly number of stout fellows involved in local distribution.’

‘You did all this in just a few weeks?’ Garion was incredulous.

‘One makes very little profit by allowing the grass to grow under one’s feet,’ Sadi stated piously.

‘Well put,’ Silk approved.

‘Thank you, Prince Kheldar.’

Garion shook his head in defeat. ‘Is there any way you can get your bandits into the palace grounds?’

‘Bandits?’ Sadi sounded injured.

‘Isn’t that what they are?’

‘I prefer to think of them as entrepreneurs.’

‘Whatever. Can you get them in?’

‘I sort of doubt it, Belgarion. What did you have in mind?’

‘I thought we might offer their services to Baron Vasca to help in his forthcoming confrontation with the General Staff.’