Page 43 (1/2)

"Garion," Aunt Pol said, "can you do exactly what I tell you to do without asking any questions?"

Garion nodded "I think so"

"Get down off your horse Go to the round and put the palize to hiara?" Barak asked

"It will be all right Do as I told you, Garion"

Garion hesitantly approached the stricken ly welt "I'et well soon" There was a surge in his arain, but quite different from the first one

The madman's eyes cleared, and he blinked

"Where am I?" he asked "What happened?" His voice sounded very norone

"It's all right now," Garion told hi exactly why he said it "You've been sick, but you're better now"

"Co, Garion," Aunt Pol said "His friend can care for hi

"A miracle!" the second monk exclaimed

"Hardly that," Aunt Pol said "The blow restored your friend's mind, that's all It happens solance that said quite plainly that so unexpected

They rode on, leaving the two monks in the middle of the street

"What happened?" Durnik asked, a stunned look on his face

Mister Wolf shrugged "Polgara had to use Garion," he said "There wasn't time to do it any other way"

Durnik looked unconvinced

"We don't do it often," Wolf explained "It's a little cuh someone else like that, but sometimes we don't have any choice"

"But Garion healed him," Durnik objected

"It has to come from the same hand as the blow, Durnik," Aunt Pol said "Please don't ask so many questions"

The dry awareness in Garion's mind, however, refused to accept any of their explanations It told hi had come from outside With a troubled face he studied the silvery mark on his palm It seemed different for some reason

"Don't think about it, dear," Aunt Pol said quietly as they left the village and rode south along the highway "It's nothing to worry about I'll explain it all later" Then, to the caroling of birds that greeted the rising sun, she reached across and firers

Chapter Thirteen

IT TOOK THEM THREE DAYS to pass through the forest of Vordue Garion, reers of the Arendish forest, was apprehensive at first and watched the shadows beneath the trees nervously, but after a day or so with nothing out of the ordinary occurring, he began to relax Mister Wolf, however, seely irritable as they rode south "They're planning soet on with it I hate to ride with one eye over my shoulder every step of the way"Garion had little opportunity along the way to speak with Aunt Pol about what had happened to the crazy monk from Mar Terrin It see hie to ride briefly beside her and question her about the incident, her ansere vague and did little to quiet his unease about the whole affair