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

And so we all joined together in the building of Beldin's tower. It
didn't really take us all that long. I hope Durnik takes note that
it's not really immoral to use our gift on mundane things, Sendarian
ethics notwithstanding.

I missed having my grotesque little friend around in my own tower, but
I'll admit that I slept better. I wasn't exaggerating in the least in
my description of his snoring.

Life settled down in the Vale after that. We continued our studies of
the world around us and expanded our applications of our peculiar
talent.

I think it was one of the twins who discovered that it was possible for
us to communicate with each other by thought alone. It would have been
one-or both--of the twins, since they had been sharing their thoughts
since the day they were born. I do know that it was Beldin who
discovered the trick of assuming the forms of other creatures. The
main reason I can be so certain is that he startled several years'
growth out of me the first time he did it. A large hawk with a bright
band of blue feathers across its tail came soaring in, settled on my
window ledge, and blurred into Beldin.

"How about that?" he demanded.

"It works after all."

I was drinking from a tankard at the time, and I dropped it and went
into an extended fit of choking while he pounded me on the back.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded after I got my breath.

He shrugged.

"I was studying birds," he explained.

"I thought it might be useful to look at the world from their
perspective for a while.

Flying's not as easy as it looks. I almost killed myself when I threw
myself out of the tower window."

"You idiot!"

"I MANAGED to get my wings working before I hit the ground. It's sort
of like swimming. You never know if you can do it until you try."

"What's it like? Flying, I mean?"