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Garion glanced at Silk, baffled by this exchange, but the little man returned his look with blank incomprehension

"Will you help me catchhis sword

"Of course," Garion replied, also putting away his weapon "I think he went that way"

Lelldorin picked up his bow, and the two of them followed the horse's tracks off into the ruins

"I'ized when they were out of sight of the others

"Nomore attention" He looked quizzically at Garion "Why did you lie to Belgarath?"

"It wasn't exactly a lie," Garion replied "We weren't really trying to hurt each other, and so like that"

Lelldorin laughed again, an infectious sort of laugh In spite of hi in

Both laughing, they continued together down an overgrown street between the low mounds of slush-covered rubble

Chapter Two

LELLDORIN OF WILDANTOR Was eighteen years old, although his ingenuous nature made him seem ister in his expression, and sincerity shone in his face like a beacon He was iant in his declarations, and probably, Garion reluctantly concluded, not overly bright It was i when Garion pulled on his cloak to go out and continue his watch for Hettar, Lelldorin ied out of his garish clothing and noore brown hose, a green tunic, and a dark broool cape He carried his bow and wore a quiver of arrows at his belt; as they walked through the snoard the broken all he aets only half visible ahead of hily after one particularly fine shot

"I'm an Asturian," Lelldorin replied modestly "We've been bowmen for thousands of years My father had the limbs of this bow cut on the day I was born, and I could draw it by the tireat deal," Garion said, thinking of the dense forest all around theame he had seen in the snow

"It's our most common pastime" Lelldorin stopped to pull the arrow he had just shot from a tree trunk "My father prides himself on the fact that beef oronce, in Cherek"

"Deer?" Lelldorin asked

"No Wild boars We didn't use bows though The Chereks hunt with spears"

"Spears? How can you get close enough to kill anything with a spear?"