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

I stared at him in absolute astonishment.

"You'd better close your mouth," he advised me in that raspy growl.

"You'll catch flies if you don't."

All sorts of things clicked into place.

"This old man you're looking for," I said.

"Did he have a humorous way of talking?"

"That's him," the dwarf said.

"Have you seen him?"

"Oh, yes," I replied with a broad grin.

"I've known him for longer than you could possibly imagine. Come
along, my ugly little friend. I'll take you to him."

"Don't be too quick to throw the word "friend" around," he growled.

"I don't have any friends, and I like it that way."

"You'll get over that in a few hundred years," I replied, still
grinning at the little monster.

"You don't sound quite right in the head to me."

"You'll get used to that, too. Come along. I'll introduce you to your
Master."

"I don't have a master."

"I wouldn't make any large wagers on that."

And that was our introduction to Din. My brothers thought at first
that I'd come across a tame ape. Din rather quickly disabused them of
that notion. He had by far the foulest mouth I've ever come across,
even when he wasn't trying to be insulting, and I honestly believe he
could swear for a day and a half without once repeating himself. He
was even ungracious to our Master. His very first words to him were

"What did you do with that stupid cart of yours? I tried to follow the
tracks, but they just disappeared on me."

Aldur, with that inhuman patience of his, simply smiled. Would you
believe that he actually liked the foul-mouthed little monster?