Part 36 (2/2)
”Sadi wants to talk to you,” the plump young eunuch said spitefully to Issus as they approached a large polished door. ”I told him that you hit me. Maas is with him.”
”Good,” Issus said. He pushed the door open. ”Sadi,” he called sharply, ”tell your friend I'm coming in. I don't want him making any mistakes.”
”He knows you, Issus,” a voice on the other side of the door said. ”He won't do anything by mistake.”
Issus went in and closed the door behind him.
”You can leave now,” one of the men holding Garion told the young eunuch.
The plump one sniffed. ”I go where Sadi tells me to go.”
”And come running when Sadi whistles, too.”
”That's between Sadi and me, isn't it?”
”Bring him in,” Issus ordered, opening the door again.
The two men pushed Garion into the room. ”We'll wait out here,” one of them said nervously.
Issus laughed harshly, pushed the door shut with his foot, and pulled Garion to the front of a table where a single oil lamp flickered with a tiny flame that barely held back the darkness. A thin man with deadlooking eyes sat at the table, lightly stroking his hairless head with the long fingers of one hand.
”Can you speak, boy?” he asked Garion. His voice had a strange contralto quality to it, and his silk robe was a solid crimson rather than varicolored.
”Could I have a drink of water?” Garion asked.
”In a minute.”
”I'll take my money now, Sadi,” Issus said.
”As soon as we're sure this is the right boy,” Sadi replied.
”Ask it what its name is,” a hissing whisper said from the darkness behind Garion.
”I will, Maas.” Sadi looked faintly annoyed at the suggestion. ”I've done this before.”
”You're taking too long,” the whisper said.
”Say your name, boy,” Sadi told Garion.
”Doroon,” Garion lied quickly. ”I'm really very thirsty.”
”Do you take me for a fool, Issus?” Sadi asked. ”Did you think just any boy would satisfy me?”
”This is the boy you told me to fetch,” Issus said. ”I can't help it if your information was wrong.”
”You say your name is Doroon?” Sadi asked.
”Yes,” Garion said. ”I'm the cabin-boy on Captain Greldik's s.h.i.+p. Where are we?”
”I'll ask the questions, boy,” Sadi said.
”It's lying,” the sibilant whisper came from behind Garion.
”I know that, Maas,” Sadi replied calmly. ”They always do at first.”
”We don't have time for all this,” the hiss said. ”Give it oret. I need the truth immediately.”
”Whatever you say, Maas,” Sadi agreed. He rose to his feet and disappeared momentarily into the shadows behind the table. Garion heard a clink and then the sound of water pouring. ”Remembering that this was your idea, Maas. If she becomes angry about it, I don't want to be the one she blames.”
”She'll understand, Sadi.”
”Here, boy,” Sadi offered, coming back into the light and holding out a brown earthenware cup.
”Uh-no, thank you,” Garion said. ”I guess I'm not really thirsty after all.”
”You might as well drink it, boy,” Sadi told him. ”If you don't, Issus will hold you, and I'll pour it down your throat. It isn't going to hurt you.
”Drink,” the hissing voice commanded.
”Better do as they say,” Issus advised.
Helplessly Garion took the cup. The water had a strangely bitter taste and seemed to burn his tongue.
”Much better,” Sadi said, resuming his seat behind the table. ”Now, you say your name is Doroon?”
”Yes.”
”Where are you from, Doroon?”
”Sendaria.”
”Where exactly in Sendaria?”
”Near Darine on the north coast.”
”What are you doing on a Cherek s.h.i.+p?”
”Captain Greldik's a friend of my father,” Garion said. For some reason he suddenly wanted to explain further. ”My father wanted me to learn about s.h.i.+ps. He says that being a sailor's better than being a farmer. Captain Greldik agreed to teach me what I'd need to know to be a sailor. He says I'll be good at it because I didn't even get seasick, and I'm not afraid to climb up the ropes that hold the sails in place, and I'm almost strong enough to pull an oar already, and-”
”What did you say your name was, boy?”
”Garion - I mean - uh - Doroon. Yes, Doroon, and-”
”How old are you, Garion?”
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