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He smiled gently.

"Most perceptive, boy," he complimented me. I was getting a little
tired of that "boy."

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked accusingly.

"I had need to know if thou wouldst discover it for thyself, boy."

"And all these chores and tasks you've put me through for all these
years were nothing more than an excuse to force me to discover it,
weren't they?"

"Of course," he replied in an offhand sort of way.

"What is thy name, boy?"

"Garath," I told him, and suddenly realized that he'd never asked me
before.

"An unseemly name, boy. Far too abrupt and commonplace for one of thy
talent. I shall call thee Belgarath."

"As it please thee. Master." I'd never "thee'd" or "thou'd" him
before, and I held my breath for fear that he might be displeased, but
he showed no sign that he'd noticed. Then, made bold by my success, I
went further.

"And how may I call thee, Master?" I asked.

"I am called Aldur," he replied, smiling.

I'd heard the name before, of course, so I immediately fell on my face
before him.

"Art thou ill, Belgarath?"

"Oh, great and most powerful God," I said, trembling, "forgive mine
ignorance. I should have known thee at once."

"Don't do that!" he said irritably.

"I require no obeisance. I am not my brother Torak. Rise to thy feet,
Belgarath. Stand up, boy. Thine action is unseemly."

I scrambled up fearfully and clenched myself for the sudden shock of
lightning. Gods, as all men knew, could destroy at their whim those
who displeased them. That was a quaint notion of the time. I've met a
few Gods since then, and I know better now. In many respects, they're