"How do you know?" Anheg asked shrewdly.
Garion looked at him helplessly, unable to say Asharak’s name.
"Well, boy?" King Rhodar asked.
Garion struggled with the words, but nothing would come out.
"Maybe you know this Murgo?" Silk suggested.
Garion nodded, relieved that someone could help him.
"You wouldn’t know many Murgos," Silk said, rubbing his nose with one finger. "Was it the one we met in Darine, perhaps—and later in Muros? The one known as Asharak?"
Garion nodded again.
"Why didn’t you tell us?" Barak asked.
"I—I couldn’t," Garion stammered.
"Couldn’t?"
"The words wouldn’t come out," Garion said. "I don’t know why, but I’ve never been able to talk about him."
"Then you’ve seen him before?" Silk said.
"Yes," Garion said.
"And you’ve never told anybody?"
"No."
Silk glanced quickly at Aunt Pol. "Is this the sort of thing you might know more about than we would, Polgara?" he asked.
She nodded slowly. "It’s possible to do it," she said. "It’s never been very reliable, so I don’t bother with it myself. It is possible, however." Her expression grew grim.
"The Grolims think it’s impressive," Mister Wolf said. "Grolims are easily impressed."
"Come with me, Garion," Aunt Pol said.
"Not yet," Wolf said.
"This is important," she said, her face hardening.
"You can do it later," he said. "Let’s hear the rest of his story first. The damage has already been done. Go ahead, Garion. What else did you see?"
Garion took a deep breath. "All right," he said, relieved to be talking to the old man instead of the kings. "I saw the man in the green cloak again that day we all went hunting. He met in the forest with a yellow-haired man who doesn’t wear a beard. They talked for a while, and I could hear what they were saying. The yellow-haired man wanted to know what all of you were saying in this hall."
"You should have come to me immediately," King Anheg said.
"Anyway," Garion went on, "I had that fight with the wild boar. I hit my head against a tree and was stunned. I didn’t remember what I’d seen until this morning. After King Fulrach called Durnik here, I went exploring. I was in a part of the palace where the roof is all fallen in, and I found some footprints. I followed them, and then after a while I saw the man in the green cloak again. That was when I remembered all this. I followed him, and he went along a corridor that passes somewhere over the top of this hall. He hid up there and listened to what you were saying."
"How much do you think he could hear, Garion?" King Cho-Hag asked.
"You were talking about somebody called the Apostate," Garion said, "and you were wondering if he could use some power of some kind to awaken an enemy who’s been asleep for a long time. Some of you thought you ought to warn the Arends and the Tolnedrans, but Mister Wolf didn’t think so. And Durnik talked about how the men of Sendaria would fight if the Angaraks came."
They appeared startled.
"I was hiding not far from the man in the green cloak," Garion said. "I’m sure he could hear everything that I could. Then some soldiers came, and the man ran away. That’s when I decided that I ought to tell Barak about all this."
"Up there," Silk said, standing near one of the walls and pointing at a corner of the ceiling of the hall. "The mortar’s crumbled away. The sound of our voices carries right up through the cracks between the stones into the upper corridor."
"This is a valuable boy you’ve brought with you, Lady Polgara," I King Rhodar said gravely. "If he’s looking for a profession, I think I might find a place for him. Gathering information is a rewarding occupation, and he seems to have certain natural gifts along those lines."
"He has some other gifts as well," Aunt Pol said. "He seems to be very good at turning up in places where he’s not supposed to be."
"Don’t be too hard on the boy, Polgara," King Anheg said. "He’s done us a service that we may never be able to repay."
Garion bowed again and retreated from Aunt Pol’s steady gaze.
"Cousin," Anheg said then to Barak, "it seems that we have an unwelcome visitor somewhere in the palace. I think I’d like to have a little talk with this lurker in the green cloak."
"I’ll take a few men," Barak said grimly. "We’ll turn your palace upside down and shake it and see what falls out."
"I’d like to have him more or less intact," Anheg cautioned.
"Of course," Barak said.
"Not too intact, however. As long as he’s still able to talk, he’ll serve our purposes."
Barak grinned. "I’ll make sure that he’s talkative when I bring him to you, cousin," he said.
A bleak answering grin touched Anheg’s face, and Barak started toward the door.
Then Anheg turned to Barak’s wife. "I’d like to thank you also, Lady Merel," he said. "I’m sure you had a significant part in bringing this to us."
"I don’t need thanks, your Majesty," she said. "It was my duty."
Anheg sighed. "Must it always be duty, Merel?" he asked sadly.
"What else is there?" she asked.
"A very great deal, actually," the king said, "but you’re going to have to find that out for yourself."
"Garion," Aunt Pol said, "come here."
"Yes, ma’am," Garion said and went to her a little nervously.
"Don’t be silly, dear," she said. "I’m not going to hurt you." She put her fingertips lightly to his forehead.
"Well?" Mister Wolf asked.
"It’s there," she said. "It’s very light, or I’d have noticed it before. I’m sorry, Father."
"Let’s see," Wolf said. He came over and also touched Garion’s heart with his hand. "It’s not serious," he said.
"It could have been," Aunt Pol said. "And it was my responsibility to see that something like this didn’t happen."
"Don’t flog yourself about it, Pol," Wolf said. "That’s very unbecoming. Just get rid of it."
"What’s the matter?" Garion asked, alarmed.
"It’s nothing to worry about, dear," Aunt Pol said. She took his right hand and touched it for a moment to the white lock at her brow. Garion felt a surge, a welter of confused impressions, and then a tingling wrench behind his ears. A sudden dizziness swept over him, and he would have fallen if Aunt Pol had not caught him.
"Who is the Murgo?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"His name is Asharak," Garion said promptly.
"How long have you known him?"
"All my life. He used to come to Faldor’s farm and watch me when I was little."
"That’s enough for now, Pol," Mister Wolf said. "Let him rest a little first. I’ll fix something to keep it from happening again."
"Is the boy ill?" King Cho-Hag asked.
"It’s not exactly an illness, Cho-Hag," Mister Wolf said. "It’s a little hard to explain. It’s cleared up now, though."
"I want you to go to your room, Garion," Aunt Pol said, still holding him by the shoulders. "Are you steady enough on your feet to get there by yourself?"
"I’m all right," he said, still feeling a little light-headed.
"No side trips and no more exploring," she said firmly.
"No, ma’am."
"When you get there, lie down. I want you to think back and remember every single time you’ve seen this Murgo—what he did, what he said."
"He never spoke to me," Garion said. "He just watched."
"I’ll be along in a little while," she went on, "and I’ll want you to tell me everything you know about him. It’s important, Garion, so concentrate as hard as you can."
"All right, Aunt Pol," he said.
Then she kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Run along now, dear," she said.
Feeling strangely light-headed, Garion went to the door and out into the corridor.
He passed through the great hall where Anheg’s warriors were belting on swords and picking up vicious-looking battle-axes in preparation for the search of the palace. Still bemused, he went through without stopping.