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that," Garion said carefully, not sure how to handle the young man's feelings.
    "Asturia's humiliation is almost at an end, however," Lelldorin declared fervently. "There are some men in Asturia for whom patriotism is not dead, and the time is not far off when these men will hunt royal game." He emphasized his statement by snapping an arrow at a distant tree.
    That confirmed the worst of Garion's fears. Lelldorin was a bit too familiar with the details not to be involved in this plot.
    As if he had realized himself that he had gone too far, Lelldorin stared at Garion with consternation. "I'm a fool," he blurted with a guilty look around him. "I've never learned to control my tongue. Please forget what I just said, Garion. I know you're my friend, and I know you won't betray what I said in a moment of heat."
    That was the one thing Garion had feared. With that single statement, Lelldorin had effectively sealed his lips. He knew that Mister Wolf should be warned that some wild scheme was afoot, but Lelldorin's declaration of friendship and trust had made it impossible for him to speak. He wanted to grind his teeth with frustration as he stared full in the face of a major moral dilemma.
    They walked on, neither of them speaking and both a little embarrassed, until they reached the bit of wall where Garion had waited in ambush the day before. For a time they stared out into the fog, their strained silence growing more uncomfortable by the moment.
    "What's it like in Sendaria?" Lelldorin asked suddenly. "I've never been there."
    "There aren't so many trees," Garion answered, looking over the wall at the dark trunks marching off in the fog. "It's an orderly kind of place."
    "Where did you live there?"
    "At Faldor's farm. It's near Lake Erat."
    "Is this Faldor a nobleman?"
    "Faldor?" Garion laughed. "No, Faldor's as common as old shoes. He's just a farmer - decent, honest, good-hearted. I miss him."
    "A commoner, then," Lelldorin said, seeming ready to dismiss Faldor as a man of no consequence.
    "Rank doesn't mean very much in Sendaria," Garion told him rather pointedly. "What a man does is more important than what he is." He made a wry face. "I was a scullery boy. It's not very pleasant, but somebody's got to do it, I suppose."
    "Not a serf, certainly?" Lelldorin sounded shocked.
    "There aren't any serfs in Sendaria."
    "No serfs?" The young Arend stared at him uncomprehendingly.
    "No," Garion said firmly. "We've never found it necessary to have serfs."
    Lelldorin's expression clearly showed that he was baffled by the notion. Garion remembered the voices that had come to him out of the fog the day before, but he resisted the urge to say something about serfdom. Lelldorin would never understand, and the two of them were very close to friendship. Garion felt that he needed a friend just now and he didn't want to spoil things by saying something that would offend this likeable young man.
    "What sort of work does your father do?" Lelldorin asked politely.
    "He's dead. So's my mother." Garion found that if he said it quickly, it didn't hurt so much.
    Lelldorin's eyes filled in sudden, impulsive sympathy. He put his hand consolingly on Garion's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice almost breaking. "It must have been a terrible loss."
    "I was a baby." Garion shrugged, trying to sound offhand about it. "I don't even remember them." It was still too personal to talk about.
    "Some pestilence?" Lelldorin asked gently.
    "No," Garion answered in the same flat tone. "They were murdered."
    Lelldorin gasped and his eyes went wide.
    "A man crept into their village at night and set fire to their house," Garion continued unemotionally. "My grandfather tried to catch him, but he got away. From what I understand, the man is a very old enemy of my family."
    "Surely you're not going to let it stand like that?" Lelldorin demanded.
    "No," Garion replied, still looking out into the fog. "As soon as I'm old enough, I'm going to find him and kill