Queen of Sorcery (The Belgariad Book 2) by David Eddings

Author:David Eddings [Eddings, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spectrum Literary Agency, Inc.
Published: 2016-11-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

They rode hard for the next several days, stopping only long enough to rest the horses and catch a few hours’ sleep at infrequent intervals. Garion found that he could doze in his saddle whenever they walked the horses. He found, indeed, that if he were tired enough, he could sleep almost anyplace. One afternoon as they rested from the driving pace Wolf set, he heard Silk talking to the old man and Aunt Pol. Curiosity finally won out over exhaustion, and he roused himself enough to listen.

“I’d still like to know more about Salmissra’s involvement in this,” the little man was saying.

“She’s an opportunist,” Wolf said. “Anytime there’s turmoil, she tries to turn it to her own advantage.”

“That means we’ll have to dodge Nyissans as well as Murgos.”

Garion opened his eyes. “Why do they call her Eternal Salmissra?” he asked Aunt Pol. “Is she very old?”

“No,” Aunt Pol answered. “The Queens of Nyissa are always named Salmissra, that’s all.”

“Do you know this particular one?”

“I don’t have to,” she told him. “They’re always exactly the same. They all look alike and act alike. If you know one, you know them all.”

“She’s going to be terribly disappointed with Y’diss,” Silk observed, grinning.

“I imagine that Y’diss has taken some quiet, painless way out by now,” Wolf said. “Salmissra grows a bit excessive when she’s irritated.”

“Is she so cruel then?” Garion asked.

“Not cruel exactly,” Wolf explained. “Nyissans admire serpents. If you annoy a snake, he’ll bite you. He’s a simple creature, but very logical. Once he bites you, he doesn’t hold any further grudges.”

“Do we have to talk about snakes?” Silk asked in a pained voice.

“I think the horses are rested now,” Hettar said from behind them. “We can go now.”

They pushed the horses back into a gallop and pounded south toward the broad valley of the Nedrane River and Tol Honeth. The sun turned warm, and the trees along the way were budding in the first days of spring.

The gleaming Imperial City was situated on an island in the middle of the river, and all roads led there. It was clearly visible in the distance as they crested the last ridge and looked down into the fertile valley, and it seemed to grow larger with each passing mile as they approached it. It was built entirely of white marble and it dazzled the eye in the midmorning sun. The walls were high and thick, and towers soared above them within the city.

A bridge arched gracefully across the rippled face of Nedrane to the bronze expanse of the north gate where a glittering detachment of legionnaires marched perpetual guard.

Silk pulled on his conservative cloak and cap and drew himself up, his face assuming that sober, businesslike expression that meant that he was undergoing a private internal transition that seemed to make him almost believe himself that he was the Drasnian merchant whose identity he assumed.

“Your business in Tol Honeth?” one of the legionnaires asked politely.

“I am Radek of Boktor,” Silk said with the preoccupied air of a man whose mind was on business.

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