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to hide anything from my Master.

"UL, as I told thee," he continued, "forbade the unmaking of things,
and this greatly offended several of us.

Torak in particular was put much out of countenance. Prohibitions or
restraints of any kind do not sit well with my brother Torak. It was
at his urging, methinks, that we sent such unseemly creatures to UL,
telling them that he would be their God. I do sorely repent our
spitefulness, for what UL did, he did out of a Necessity that we did
not at the time perceive."

"It is UL with whom thou wouldst consult at Prolgu, is it not,
Master?"

I asked shrewdly. You see? I'm not totally without some degree of
perception.

My Master nodded.

"A certain thing hath come to pass," he told me sadly.

"We had hoped that it might not, but it is another of those Necessities
to which men and Gods alike must bow." He sighed.

"Seek thy bed, ; Belgarath," he told me then.

"We still have far to go ere we reach Prolgu, and I have noted that
without sleep, thou art a surly companion."

"A weakness of mine, Master," I admitted, spreading my blankets on the
ground. My Master, of course, required sleep no more than he required
food.

In time we reached Prolgu, which is a strange place on the top of a
mountain that looks oddly artificial. We had no more than started up
its side when we were greeted by a very old man and by someone who was
quite obviously not a man. That was the first time I met UL, and the
overpowering sense of his presence quite nearly bowled me over.

"Aldur," he said to my Master, "well met."

"Well met indeed," my Master replied, politely inclining his head.

The Gods, I've noted, have an enormous sense of propriety. Then my
Master reached inside his robe and took out that ordinary, round grey
rock he'd spent the last couple of decades studying.

"Our hopes notwithstanding,"