“You mean war, Pol?” Queen Layla asked in a sinking voice.
“We’re going to try to avoid that if it’s at all possible,” Polgara replied. “At any rate, the departure of your husband and the Alorn Kings will leave affairs at home in your hands—and the same holds true for each of you. I wanted to go over a few things with all of you before we left.” She turned to Queen Islena, who was splendidly gowned in red velvet. “Your husband is somewhat less than enthusiastic about any arrangements that will leave you in charge of Cherek, Islena.”
Islena sniffed. “Anheg can be tiresome at times.”
“Try not to agitate him. Drop a hint or two that you’ll allow yourself to be guided by advisers he trusts. It will set his mind at rest a bit.” Polgara looked around at them. “The campaign is not likely to take us so far away that you won’t be able to stay in touch with us—not at first, anyway. If anything serious comes up, communicate with your husbands immediately. Deal with the day-to-day matters yourselves. I also think you should all stay in close contact with each other, once your husbands have left—and also with Porenn in Boktor and Mayaserana in Vo Mimbre. You all have your strengths and your weaknesses, but if you’re not afraid to seek advice from each other, everything will be all right.”
“Possibly we should arrange for some kind of network for communications,” Queen Layla mused thoughtfully. “Relays of horses, messengers, fast ships—that sort of thing. The Tolnedrans have done that for centuries.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to arrange it, Layla.” Polgara smiled at her. “The one thing you all must remember is to pay close attention to anything Porenn tells you. I know she’s very young and a bit shy about putting herself forward, but Drasnian intelligence will report directly to her, and she’ll be aware of things long before any of the rest of you are. And I want you all to keep a particularly close watch on the Tolnedrans. They like to take advantage of periods of turmoil. Absolutely do not sign anything offered to you by a Tolnedran—no matter how attractive it looks. I trust Ran Borune about as much as I’d trust a fox in a henhouse—no offense intended, Ce’Nedra.”
“I know my father too, Lady Polgara,” Princess Ce’Nedra replied with a smile.
“Please, ladies,” Polgara told them firmly, “no adventures while I’m gone. Just try to keep things running smoothly, and don’t be afraid to consult with one another. You’ll also want to keep in touch with Xantha. The Dryads have access to a great deal of information about what’s going on in the south. If any real emergency arises, get word to me immediately.”
“Will you want me to keep the little boy?” Merel asked. “I’ll be at Val Alorn with Islena, so he’ll be safe with me. My girls are very fond of him, and he seems happy with us.”
Polgara thought about it for a moment. “No,” she decided finally. “Errand’s going to have to go with me. Aside from Garion, he’s the only person in the world who can touch the Orb. The Angaraks may realize that and try to take him.”
“I’ll care for him,” Taiba offered in her rich voice. “He knows me, and we’re comfortable with each other. It will give me something to do.”
“Surely you’re not planning to go along on the campaign, Taiba,” Queen Layla objected.
Taiba shrugged. “Why not?” she replied. “I don’t have a house to keep or a kingdom to oversee. There are other reasons, too.”
They all understood. What existed between Taiba and Relg was so profound that it seemed somehow outside the sphere of normal human attachment, and the Ulgo’s absence had caused the strange woman something rather close to physical pain. It was now obvious that she intended to follow him—even into battle if necessary.
Ariana, the blond Mimbrate girl who had accompanied Lelldorin of Wildantor to Riva, cleared her throat in preparation to raising a matter of some delicacy. “The lives of women are circumscribed by proprieties,” she noted. “Though battle doth rage about her and rude war turneth all to confusion, a lady must not be unattended in the midst of an army lest her reputation suffer. Lady Adara and I have of late held some conversation concerning this and have concluded that we must accompany Princess Ce’Nedra as her companions. We would do this out of duty even were we not impelled by love.”
“Very nicely put, Ariana,” Adara murmured without any hint of a smile.
“Oh dear.” Queen Layla sighed. “Now I have two more to worry about.”
“I think that covers everything, then,” Polgara said. “Running a kingdom isn’t all that much different from running a house, and you’ve all had experience at that. Don’t change any major policies, and don’t sign any treaties. Aside from that, just let yourselves be guided by common sense. I think we can join the gentlemen now. It’s getting on toward suppertime, and men tend to grow restless if they aren’t fed regularly.”
A few days later, Barak returned to Riva, accompanied by a leanfaced Drasnian nobleman. The two of them immediately went to the council chamber to report to the kings. Princess Ce’Nedra considered following them into the conference, but decided against it. Her presence might inhibit the discussion, and she had another way to find out what was going on. She retired quickly to her rooms and touched her fingertips to the amulet at her throat.
“—going fairly well,” she heard Barak’s voice say after she had finally located the conversation she wished to hear. “The fleet’s ready to move out of Val Alorn, and Queen Porenn’s got the Drasnian pikemen gathering just south of Boktor. The mobilization’s very nearly complete. I think we’ve got some problems, though. Count Kharel here has just returned from Thull Mardu. All the reports out of northern Cthol Murgos have been channeled to him, so he can give us a fairly clear assessment of the situation there.”
King Rhodar cleared his throat. “Kharel’s a very senior member of the intelligence service,” he said by way of introduction. “I’ve always found his reports to be extremely accurate.”
“Your Majesty is too kind,” an unfamiliar voice responded.
“Have the southern Murgos begun their march north?” King Anheg asked.
“It goes a bit farther than that, your Majesty,” Kharel replied. “All reports I have indicate that the march is nearly completed. There are somewhat in excess of four million of them encamped in the vicinity of Rak Goska.”
“What?” Anheg exclaimed.
“It appears that Taur Urgas began the march sometime last fall,” the Drasnian told him.
“In the winter?”
“It seems so, your Majesty.”
“I imagine that cost him a few of his men,” King Cho-Hag said. “A hundred thousand or so, your Majesty,” Kharel answered, “but human life doesn’t mean that much to Taur Urgas.”
“This changes everything, Rhodar,” Anheg said tersely. “Our advantage has always been the time that march was going to take. We’ve lost it now.”
“Unfortunately there’s more, your Majesty,” Kharel continued. “The western Malloreans have begun to arrive at Thull Zelik. Their numbers aren’t really that significant yet, but they’re ferrying in several thousand a day.”
“We’ve got to cut that off as quickly as we can,” Anheg growled. “Rhodar, can you get your engineers to the eastern escarpment within a month? I’m going to have to portage a fleet across to the headwaters of the River Mardu. We’ve got to get ships into the Sea of the East as soon as possible. If we don’t head off Zakath, his Malloreans will swarm us under.”
“I’ll send word to Porenn immediately,” Rhodar agreed.
“One wonders if the noble count has any good news,” the Earl of Seline suggested dryly.