"Books - David Eddings - Belgarath the Sorcerer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

The wind howled and the snow swirled more thickly around me.

"Boy," the voice said finally, "come here to me."

"Where are you? I can't see you."

"Walk around the tower to thy left. Knowest thou thy left hand from
thy right?"

He didn't have to be so insulting! I stumbled angrily to my half
frozen feet, blinded by the driving snow.

"Well, boy? Art thou coming?"

I moved around what I thought was only a pile of rocks.

"Thou shalt come to a smooth grey stone," the voice said.

"It is somewhat taller than thy head and as broad as thine arms may
reach."

"All right," I said through chattering teeth when I reached the rock
he'd described.

"Now what?"

"Tell it to open."

"What?"

"Speak unto the stone," the voice said patiently, ignoring the fact
that I was congealing in the gale.

"Command it to open."

"Command? Me?"

"Thou art a man. It is but a rock."

"What do I say?"

"Tell it to open."

"I think this is silly, but I'll try it." I faced the rock.

"Open," I commanded halfheartedly.

"Surely thou canst do better than that."

"Open!" I thundered.