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

variations as opposed to the somewhat pedestrian notions of the
Melcenes. Melcenes are builders, and they think in terms of stone and
mortar and what your material actually will let you get away with.
Angaraks think of the impossible and then try to come up with ways to
make it work.

"Why are you doing this, Belsambar?" Beldin once asked our normally
self-effacing brother.

"It's only a buttress, and you've been arguing about it for weeks
now."

"It's the curve of it, Beldin," Belsambar explained, more fervently
than I'd ever heard him say anything else.

"It's like this." And he created the illusion of the two opposing
towers in the air in front of them for comparison. I've never known
anyone else who could so fully build illusions as Belsambar. I think
it's an Angarak trait; their whole world is built on an illusion.

Belmakor took one look and threw his hands in the air.

"I bow to superior talent," he surrendered.

"It's beautiful, Belsambar. Now, how do we make it work? There's not
enough support."

"I'll support it, if necessary." It was Belzedar, of all people!

"I'll hold up our brother's tower until the end of days, if need be."
What a soul that man had!

"You still didn't answer my question--any of you!" Beldin rasped.

"Why are you all taking so much trouble with all of this?"

"It is because thy brothers love thee, my son," Aldur, who had been
standing in the shadows unobserved, told him gently.

"Canst thou not accept their love?"

Beldin's ugly face suddenly contorted grotesquely, and he broke down
and wept.

"And that is thy first lesson, my son," Aldur told him.

"Thou wilt warily give love, all concealed beneath this gruff exterior
of thine, but thou must also learn to accept love."

It all got a bit sentimental after that.