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even more circumscribed than we are.

"And what dost thou propose to do with thy life now, Belgarath?" he
asked. That was my Master for you. He always asked questions that
stretched out endlessly before me.

"I would stay and serve thee. Master," I said, as humbly as I could.

"I require no service," he said.

"These past few years have been for thy benefit. In truth, Belgarath,
what canst thou do for me?"

That was a deflating thing to say--true, probably, but deflating all
the same.

"May I not stay and worship thee, Master?" I pleaded. At that time
I'd never met a God before, so I was uncertain about the proprieties.
All I knew was that I would die if he sent me away.

He shrugged. You can cut a man's heart out with a shrug, did you know
that?

"I do not require thy worship either, Belgarath," he said
indifferently.

"May I not stay, Master?" I pleaded with actual tears standing in my
eyes. He was breaking my heart!--quite deliberately, of course.

"I would be thy disciple and learn from thee."

"The desire to learn does thee credit," he said, "but it will not be
easy, Belgarath."

"I am quick to learn, Master," I boasted, glossing over the fact that
it had taken me five years to learn his first lesson.

"I shall make thee proud of me." I actually meant that.

And then he laughed, and my heart soared, even as it had when that old
vagabond in the rickety cart had laughed. I had a few suspicions at
that point.

"Very well, then, Belgarath," he relented.

"I shall accept thee as my pupil."

"And thy disciple, also, Master?"

"That we will see in the fullness of time, Belgarath."