peculiar set of circumstances."
"Not when you look at it from a practical standpoint, " Belgarath said. "The decision to take Urgit with us was mine. He'd found out who we are, and I didn't want an army of Murgos on our heels. Murgos aren't too bright, but they can be an inconvenience at times.
Zakath looked surprised. "He was your prisoner?"
Belgarath shrugged. "In a manner of speaking."
The Emperor laughed rather wryly. "You could have wrung almost any concession from me if you had just delivered him into my hands, you know. Why did you let him go?"
"We didn't need him anymore," Garion replied. "We'd reached the shores of Lake Cthaka, so he really wasn't any kind of threat to us."
Zakath's expression narrowed slightly. " A few other things happened as well, I think," he observed. "Urgit has always been a notorious coward, wholly under the domination of the Grolim Agachak and of his father's generals. But he didn't seem very timid while he was extricating his troops from the trap I'd laid for them, and all the reports filtering out of Rak Urga seem to suggest that he's actually behaving like a king. Did you by any chance have anything to do with that?"
"It's possible, I suppose," Garion answered. "Urgit and I talked a few times, and I told him what he was doing wrong."
Zakath tapped one forefinger against his chin, and his eyes were shrewd. "You may not have made a lion of him, Belgarion," he said, "but at least he's no longer a rabbit." A chill smile touched the Mallorean's lips. "In a way, I'm rather glad about that. I've never taken much satisfaction in hunting rabbits." He shaded his eyes with one hand, although the light in the room was not particularly bright. "But what I can't understand is how you managed to spirit him out of the Drojim Palace and away from the city. He has whole regiments of bodyguards."
"You're overlooking something, Zakath," Belgarath said to him. "We have certain advantages that aren't available to others."
"Sorcery, you mean? Is it really all that reliable?"
"I've had some luck with it from time to time."
Zakath's eyes had become suddenly intent. " They tell me that you're five thousand years old, Belgarath. Is that true?"
"Seven, actually -or a little more. Why do you ask?"
"In all those years, hasn't it ever occurred to you simply to seize power? You could have made yourself king of the world, you know."
Belgarath looked amused. "Why would I want to?" he asked.
"All men want power. It's human nature."
"Has all your power really made you happy?"
"It has certain satisfactions."
"Enough to make up for all the petty distractions that go with it?"
"I can endure those. At least I'm in a position where no one tells me what to do."
"No one tells me what to do either, and I'm not saddled with all those tedious responsibilities." Belgarath straightened. "All right, Zakath, shall we get to the point? What are your intentions concerning us?"
"I haven't really decided that yet." The Emperor looked around at them. "I presume that we can all be civilized about the present situation?"
"How do you mean, civilized?" Garion asked him.
"I'll accept your word that none of you will try to escape or do anything rash. I'm aware that you and a number of your friends have certain specialized talents. I don't want to be forced to take steps to counteract them."
"We have some rather pressing business," Garion replied carefully, "so we can only delay for just so long.
For the time being, however, I think we can agree to be reasonable about things."
"Good. We'll have to talk later, you and I, and come to know one another. I've had comfortable quarters prepared for you and your friends, and I know that you're anxious about your wife. Now, I hope you'll excuse me, but I have some of those tedious responsibilities Belgarath mentioned to attend to."
Although the house was very large, it was not, strictly speaking, a palace. It appeared that the Murgo governors-general of Hagga who had ordered it