Kresca swallowed hard and nodded.

Garion could hear the surf more clearly now and catch the seaweed-rank smell of the meeting of sea and land. Then, just before he was able to make out the dark line of the beach through the obscuring fog, the heavy, dangerous swells flattened, and the sea around the longboat became as flat and slick as a pane of glass.

‘That was accommodating of them,’ Silk observed.

‘Shh,’ Velvet told him, laying one finger to her lips. ‘I’m trying to listen.’

The bow of the longboat grated on the gravel strand, and Durnik stepped out of the boat and drew it farther up onto the pebbles. Garion and his friends also stepped out into the ankle-deep water and waded ashore. ‘We’ll see you tomorrow morning, Captain,’ Garion said quietly as Toth prepared to push the boat back out. ‘I hope,’ he added.

‘Good luck, Garion,’ Kresca said. ‘After we’re all back on board, you’ll have to tell me what this was all about.’

‘I may want to forget about it by then,’ Garion said ruefully.

‘Not if you win,’ Kresca’s voice came back out of the fog.

‘I like that man,’ Silk said. ‘He’s got a nice optimistic attitude.’

‘Let’s get off this open beach,’ Belgarath said. ‘In spite of what Garion’s friend told him, I sense a certain tenuousness about this fog. I’ll feel a lot better if we’ve got some rocks to hide behind.’

Durnik and Toth picked up the two canvas bags containing the armor, and Garion and Zakath drew their swords and led the way up from the gravel strand. The mountain they approached seemed composed of speckled granite, fractured into unnatural blocks. Garion had seen enough granite in the mountains here and there around the world to know that the stone usually crumbled and weathered into rounded shapes. ‘Strange,’ Durnik murmured, kicking with one still-wet boot at the perfectly squared-off edge of one of the blocks. He lowered the canvas bag and drew his knife. He dug for a moment at the rock with his knife-point. ‘It’s not granite,’ he said quietly. ‘It looks like granite, but it’s much too hard. It’s something else.’

‘We can identify it later,’ Beldin told him. ‘Let’s find some cover just in case Belgarath’s suspicion turns out to be accurate. As soon as we get settled, I’ll drift around the peak a few times.’

‘You won’t be able to see anything,’ Silk predicted.

‘I’ll be able to hear, though.’

‘Over there,’ Durnik said, pointing with his sledge. ‘It looks as if one of these blocks got dislodged and rolled down to the beach. There’s a fairly large niche there.’

‘Good enough for now,’ Belgarath said. ‘Beldin, when you make the change, do it very slowly. I’m sure Zandramas landed at almost the exact same time we did, and she’ll hear you.’

‘I know how it’s done, Belgarath.’

The niche in the side of the strange, stair-stepped peak was more than large enough to conceal them, and they moved down into it cautiously.

‘Neat,’ Silk said. ‘Why don’t you all wait here and catch your breath? Beldin can turn into a seagull and go have a look around the island. I’ll go on ahead and pick out a trail for us.’

‘Be careful,’ Belgarath told him.

‘Someday you’re going to forget to say that, Belgarath, and it’ll probably wither every tree on earth.’ The little man climbed back up out of the niche and disappeared into the fog.

‘You do say that to him a lot, you know,’ Beldin said to Belgarath.

‘Silk’s an enthusiast. He needs frequent reminding. Did you plan to leave sometime during the next hour?’

Beldin spat out a very unflattering epithet, shimmered very slowly, and sailed away.

‘Your temper hasn’t improved much, Old Wolf,’ Poledra said to him.

‘Did you think it might have?’

‘Not really,’ she replied, ‘but there’s always room for hope.’

Despite Belgarath’s premonition, the fog hung on. After about a half-hour, Beldin returned. ‘Somebody’s landed on the west beach,’ he reported. ‘I couldn’t see them, but I could certainly hear them. Angaraks seem to have some trouble keeping their voices down – sorry, Zakath, but it’s the truth.’

‘I’ll issue an imperial command that the next three or four generations converse in whispers, if you’d like.’

‘No, that’s all right, Zakath.’ The dwarf grinned. ‘As long as I’m on the opposite side from at least some Angaraks, I like to be able to hear them coming. Did Kheldar make it back yet?’

‘Not yet,’ Garion told him.

‘What’s he doing? These stone blocks are much too big to steal.’

Then Silk slipped over the edge of the niche and dropped lightly to the stone floor. ‘You’re not going to believe this,’ he said.

‘Probably not,’ Velvet said, ‘but why don’t you go ahead and tell us anyway?’

‘This peak is man-made – or at least something made it. These blocks encircle it like terraces, all straight and smooth. The thing forms steps up to that flat place on top. There’s an altar up there and a huge throne.’

‘So that’s what it meant!’ Beldin exclaimed, snapping his fingers. ‘Belgarath, have you ever read the Book of Torak?’

‘I’ve struggled through it a few times. My Old Angarak isn’t really all that good.’

‘You can speak Old Angarak?’ Zakath asked with some surprise. ‘It’s a forbidden language here in Mallorea. I suspect Torak was changing a few things, and he didn’t want anyone to catch him at it.’

‘I learned it before the prohibition went into effect. What’s the point of this, Beldin?’

‘Do you remember that passage near the beginning – in the middle of all that conceited blather – when Torak said He went up into the High Places of Korim to argue with UL about the creation of the world?’

‘Vaguely.’

‘Anyway, UL didn’t want anything to do with it, so Torak turned his back on His father and went down and gathered up the Angaraks and led them back to Korim. He told them what he had in mind for them, and then, in true Angarak fashion, they fell down on their faces and started butchering each other as sacrifices. There’s a word in that passage, “Halagachak”. It means “temple” or something like that. I always thought that Torak was speaking figuratively, but He wasn’t. This peak is that temple. The altar up there more or less confirms it, and these terraces were where the Angaraks stood to watch while the Grolims sacrificed people to their God. If I’m right, this is also the place where Torak spoke with His father. Regardless of how you feel about old burnt-face, this is one of the holiest places on earth.’