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

"Naturally not. You can't pull yourself out of your books long enough
to go anyplace. Well? Are you coming along, or not?"

How could I turn down so gracious an invitation? I pulled on my cloak,
and we went out into the rain. Beldin, of course, didn't bother with
cloaks. He was absolutely indifferent to the weather.

When we reached Belmakor's somewhat overly ornate tower, my stumpy
little friend bellowed up,

"Belmakor! I need to talk with you!"

Our civilized brother came to the window.

"What is it, old boy?" he called down to us.

"I've decided to build my own tower. I want you to design it for me.

Open your stupid door."

"Have you bathed lately?"

"Just last month. Don't worry, I won't stink up your tower."

Belmakor sighed.

"Oh, very well." He gave in. His eyes went slightly distant, and the
latch on his heavy iron-bound door clicked. The rest of us had taken
our cue from our Master and used rocks to close the entrances to our
towers, but Belmakor felt the need for a proper door. Beldin and I
went in and mounted the stairs.

"Have you and Belgarath had a falling out?" Belmakor asked
curiously.

"Is that any business of yours?" Beldin snapped.

"Not really. Just wondering."

"He wants a place of his own," I explained.

"We're starting to get under each other's feet."

Belmakor was very shrewd. He got my point immediately.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked the dwarf.

"Beauty," Beldin said bluntly.

"I may not be able to share it, but at least I'll be able to look at