Read Queen of Sorcery for Free Online Page A

of course, could never be a servant, Lady Polgara."
    "Thank you."
    "No one would ever believe it. You'll be my sister instead, traveling with me to see the splendors of To1 Honeth."
    "Your sister?"
    "You could be my mother instead, if you prefer," Silk suggested blandly, "making a religious pilgrimage to Mar Terrin to atone for a colorful past."
    Aunt Pol gazed steadily at the small man for a moment while he grinned impudently at her. "Someday your sense of humor's going to get you into a great deal of trouble, Prince Kheldar."
    "I'm always in trouble, Lady Polgara. I wouldn't know how to act if I weren't."
    "Do you two suppose we could get started?" Mister Wolf asked.
    "Just a moment more," Silk replied. "If we meet anyone and have to explain things, you, Lelldorin, and Garion are Polgara's servants. Hettar, Barak, and Durnik are mine."
    "Anything you say," Wolf agreed wearily.
    "There are reasons."
    "All right."
    "Don't you want to hear them?"
    "Not particularly."
    Silk looked a bit hurt.
    "Are we ready?" Wolf asked.
    "Everything's out of the tower," Durnik told him. "Oh just a moment. I forgot to put out the fire." He went back inside.
    Wolf glanced after the smith in exasperation. "What difference does it make?" he muttered. "This place is a ruin anyway."
    "Leave him alone, father," Aunt Pol said placidly. "It's the way he is."
    As they prepared to mount, Barak's horse, a large, sturdy gray, sighed and threw a reproachful look at Hettar, and the Algar chuckled.
    "What's so funny?" Barak demanded suspiciously.
    "The horse said something," Hettar replied. "Never mind."
    Then they swung into their saddles and threaded their way out of the foggy ruins and along the narrow, muddy track that wound into the forest. Sodden snow lay under wet trees, and water dripped continually from the branches overhead. They all drew their cloaks about them to ward off the chill and dampness. Once they were under the trees, Lelldorin pulled his horse in beside Garion's, and they rode together.
    "Is Prince Kheldar always so - well - extremely complicated?" he asked.
    "Silk? Oh yes. He's very devious. You see, he's a spy, and disguises and clever lies are second nature to him."
    "A spy? Really?" Lelldorin's eyes brightened as his imagination caught hold of the idea.
    "He works for his uncle, the King of Drasnia," Garion explained. "From what I understand, the Drasnians have been at this sort of thing for centuries."
    "We've got to stop and pick up the rest of the packs," Silk was reminding Mister Wolf.
    "I haven't forgotten," the old man replied.
    "Packs?" Lelldorin asked.
    "Silk picked up some wool cloth in Camaar," Garion told him. "He said it would give us a legitimate reason to be on the highway. We hid them in a cave when we left the road to come to Vo Wacune."
    "He thinks of everything, doesn't he?"
    "He tries. We're lucky to have him with us."
    "Maybe we could have him show us a few things about disguises," Lelldorin suggested brightly. "It might be very useful when we go looking for your enemy."
    Garion had thought that Lelldorin had forgotten his impulsive pledge. The young Arend's mind seemed too flighty to keep hold of one idea for very long, but he saw now that Lelldorin only seemed to forget things. The prospect of a serious search for his parents' murderer with this young enthusiast adding embellishments and improvisations at every turn began to present itself alarmingly.
    By midmorning, after they had picked up Silk's packs and lashed them to the backs of the spare horses, they were back out on the Great West Road, the Tolnedran highway running through the heart of the forest. They rode south at a loping canter that ate up the miles.
    They passed a heavily burdened serf clothed in scraps and pieces of sackcloth tied on with bits of string. The serf's face was gaunt, and he was very thin under his dirty rags. He stepped off the road and stared at them with apprehension until they had passed. Garion felt a sudden stab of compassion.