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Chapter 10
Durnik was used to being shunted aside so he took his order to stay at the inn with little complaint. Sure, he wanted to be involved in the hunt for Silk and Liselle, but he regretfully believed that the others could do a wonderful job without him. Like them, however, he was worried for his friends, and very much wanted them back to safety.
The room was quite silent for a good moment. Toth sat quietly on the bed and Eriond stood demurely by the door. Ce'Nedra, however, was busy pacing the floor and gnawing on a lock of hair. "We can't just sit here and do nothing!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air.
Toth nodded an agreement and Durnik moved to sit down next to his big friend. "I couldn't have said it better," he said.
"I know where they are," Eriond declared in a clear, confident voice.
Durnik looked up sharply. He hated it when that boy did that. "What?" He asked.
"They're in a warehouse not far from here," Eriond told him.
"Why on earth did you not tell the others about this?!" Durnik demanded, standing up and getting ready to transform.
"I didn't know when they were here," Eriond said, coming to stand next to him.
Durnik was about to send a thought to Polgara, but an unfamiliar voice sounded in his mind. No! Said the voice. Go now! You don't have time.
Durnik paused, and looked down at Eriond. "Where is that warehouse?" He asked.
"I'm coming!" Ce'Nedra exclaimed.
"No you're not," Durnik replied smoothly without turning around. "Toth, can you keep an eye on her and Eriond while I'm gone?"
He turned to see his friend's reply. Yes, of course said the big man. Durnik nodded his grateful answer and turned back to the boy standing before him. "Eriond?"
The boy looked up at him. "Transform me," he requested.
"You aren't coming," Durnik told him, but the voice sounded in his mind again. Enough of that, let him come, you don't have time! Really, you're worse than Belgarath.
Who are you? Durnik asked, but the voice was gone. Resisting the urge to curse, he turned back to Eriond. "Okay, here, take my hand,"
The little boy took his hand, and Durnik held the image of a mouse in his mind. Polgara had told him about how she'd transported others before, and he chose to copy what she did. A moment later, a little field mouse sat in his hand, looking up at him. It wasn't perfect, but perfection wasn't what he was shooting for. He set Eriond the mouse down on a table and quickly transformed himself into the hawk that he'd always used when transforming.
A moment later, they were in the air. To his surprise, Eriond didn't struggle in his grasp. He had no idea how he knew, but somehow, he knew exactly where to go, and his well equipped wings got him to the warehouse within two minutes.
They got there right on time. He perched on the window sill and set Eriond down, barely managing to suppress a screech at the sight that met his eyes. A good number of hooded and cloaked Grolims stood around the room, and an unfamiliar man stood with a horrible expression of sadistic entertainment on his face. Silk was slung between two Grolims, and his expression was one Durnik knew he would never forget. The Drasnian spy screamed, and Durnik followed his gaze, insides freezing as his eyes fell on a blood-covered Liselle laid out over an altar. A hooded Grolim priest stood over her, holding a dagger that dripped blood.