They traveled in easy stages, more to spare the horses, Garion felt, than for any other reason. The horses of Perivor were not large, and they labored under the weight of men in full armor. So it was that it was several days before they crested a hill and looked down at the seaport city which was the capital of Perivor.

"Behold Dal Perivor," the baron proclaimed, "the crown and the heart of the isle."

Garion saw immediately that the shipwrecked Arends who had arrived on this shore two thousand years ago had made a conscious effort to duplicate Vo Mimbre. The city walls were high and thick and yellow, and brightly colored pennons flew from spires within those walls.

"Where did they find the yellow stone, my Lord?" Zakath asked the baron. "I have seen no such rock on our journey here."

The baron coughed a bit apologetically. "The walls are painted, Sir Knight," he explained.

"Whatever for?"

“To serve as a remembrance of Vo Mimbre,” the baron said a bit sadly. "Our ancestors were homesick for Arendia. Vo Mimbre is the jewel of our ancestral home, and its golden walls speak to our blood even across the endless miles.”

"Ah," Zakath said.

"As I have promised thee, Sir Knight," the baron said to Garion, "gladly will I convey thee and thy companions forthwith to the king's palace where he will doubtless honor thee and offer thee his hospitality.”

"Once more we are in thy debt, my Lord," Garion replied.

The baron smiled a bit slyly. “I confess it to thee, Sir Knight, that my motives are not altogether magnanimous. I will accrue much credit by presenting at court stranger knights bent on a noble quest."

"That's quite all right, my friend." Garion laughed. "This way there's something for everybody."

The palace was almost identical to that in Vo Mimbre, a fortress within a fortress with high walls and a stout gate.

"At least this time I don't think my grandfather will have to grow a tree," Garion murmured to Zakath.

"Do what?"

"When we first went to Vo Mimbre, the knight in charge of the palace gate didn't believe Mandorallen when he introduced Grandfather as Belgarath the Sorcerer, so Grandfather took a twig from his horse's tail and made an apple tree grow right there in the square in front of the palace. Then he ordered the skeptical knight to spend the rest of his life taking care of it.”

"Did the knight actually do it?"

"I assume so. Mimbrates take those kinds of commands very seriously."

"Strange people."

"Oh, yes, indeed. I had to force Mandorallen to marry a girl he loved since childhood, and I had to stop a war in the process.”

"How do you stop a war?"