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

"No!" my Master said again, and the wall wouldn't let me through.

"He hath struck thee, Master!" I raged.

"For that I will kill him though he be ten times a God!"

"No. Torak would crush thee as easily as thou wouldst crush an insect
that annoyed thee. I love thee much, mine eldest son, and I would not
lose thee so."

"There must be war, Master," Belmakor said. That should give you some
idea of how seriously we took the matter. The word "war" was the last
I'd have ever expected to hear coming from the ultra-civilized
Belmakor.

"The blow and the theft must not go unpunished. We will forge weapons,
and Belgarath shall lead us. We will make war on this thief who calls
himself a God."

"My son," Aldur said with a kind of gentle sorrow, "there will be war
enough to glut thee of it before thy life ends. Gladly would I have
given the Orb to Torak, save that the Orb itself hath told me that one
day it would destroy him. I would have spared him had I been able, but
his lust for the jewel was too great, and he would not listen." He
sighed and then straightened.

"There will be war, Belmakor. It is unavoidable now. My brother hath
the Orb in his possession, and with its power he can do great mischief.
We must reclaim it or alter it before Torak can subdue it and bend it
to his will."

"Alter?" Belzedar said, aghast.

"Surely, Master, surely thou wouldst not weaken this precious thing!"
It seemed that was all he could think about, and I still didn't
understand.

"It may not be weakened, Belzedar," Aldur replied, "but will retain its
power even unto the end of days. The purpose of our war shall be to
press Torak into haste, that he will attempt to use it in a way that it
will not be used."

Belzedar stared at him. He evidently had thought that the Orb was a
passive object. He hadn't counted on the fact that it had its own
ideas about things.

"The world is inconstant, Belzedar," our Master explained, "but good
and evil are immutable and unchanging. The Orb is an object of good
and not merely some bauble or toy. It hath understanding, not such as
thine, but understanding nonetheless. And it hath a will. Beware of