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

"First you become his pupil," I replied, "and that's not easy."

"What must I do to become his pupil?"

"You must become his servant." I said it a bit smugly, I'll admit. A
few years with an axe and a broom would probably do this pompous ass
some good.

"And then his pupil?" he pressed.

"In time," I replied, "if he so wills." It wasn't up to me to reveal
the secret of the Will and the Word to him. He'd have to find that out
for himself--the same as I had.

"And when may I meet the God?"

I was getting tired of him anyway, so I took him to the tower.

"Will the God Aldur wish to know my name?" he asked as we started
across the meadow.

I shrugged.

"Not particularly. If you're lucky enough to prove worthy, he'll give
you a name of his own choosing." When we reached the tower, I
commanded the grey stone in the wall to open, and we went inside and on
up the stairs.

My Master looked the stranger over and then turned to me.

"Why hast thou brought this man to me, my son?" he asked me.

"He besought me, Master," I replied.

"I felt it was not my place to say him yea or nay." I could mangle
language as well as Zedar could, I guess.

"Thy will must decide such things," I continued.

"If it turns out that he doesn't please thee, I'll take him outside and
turn him into a carrot, and that'll be the end of it."

"That was unkindly said, Belgarath," Aldur chided.

"Forgive me, Master," I said humbly.

"Thou shalt instruct him, Belgarath. Should it come to pass that he be
apt, inform me."