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

"Well, boy," my Master said, startling me by his nearness,

"I had wondered how long it might be ere this day arrived."

"Master," I said, very confused, "what happened? How did the great
rock move so easily?"

"It moved at thy command, boy. Thou art a man, and it is only a rock."
Where had I heard that before?

"May other things be done so. Master?" I asked, thinking of all the
hours I'd wasted on meaningless tasks.

"All things may be done so, boy. Put but thy will to that which thou
wouldst accomplish and speak the word. It shall come to pass even as
thou wouldst have it. Much have I marveled, boy, at thine insistence
upon doing all things with thy back instead of thy will. I had begun
to fear for thee, thinking that perhaps thou wert defective."

Suddenly all the things I had ignored or shrugged off or been too
incurious even to worry about fell into place. My Master had indeed
been creating things for me to do, hoping that eventually I'd learn
this secret. I walked over to the rock and laid my hands on it
again.

"Move," I commanded, bringing my will to bear on it, and the rock moved
as easily as before.

"Does it make thee more comfortable touching the rock when thou wouldst
move it, boy?" my Master asked, a note of curiosity in his voice.

The question stunned me. I hadn't even considered that possibility. I
looked at the rock.

"Move," I said tentatively.

"Thou must command, boy, not entreat."

"Move!" I roared, and the rock heaved and rolled off with nothing but
my Will and the Word to make it do so.

"Much better, boy. Perhaps there is hope for thee yet."

Then I remembered something. Notice how quickly I pick up on these
things? I'd been moving the rock that formed the door to the tower
with only my voice for some five years now.

"You knew all along that I could do this, didn't you, Master? There
isn't really all that much difference between this rock and the one
that closes the tower door, is there?"