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

I squinted up at the sky. The summer storm had blown off, and only a
few puffy white clouds remained.

"The Master didn't mention them," I replied a little dubiously.

"You might want to warn them, though. They probably wouldn't care to
participate in a religious war--considering the fact that they don't
have a God--but you should probably suggest that they stay out of the
way."

He shrugged.

"Whatever you think best. Will you talk with the twins?"

"Why don't you do that? I've got a long way to go, and the Alorns are
spread out all over the north. It might take me quite a little while
to find Belar."

"Good hunting," he said with a faint smile.

"Very funny, Belmakor," I replied dryly.

"One does one's best, old boy. I'll go speak with the twins." And he
sauntered off in the direction of the twins' tower. Not much ever
ruffled Belmakor--at least not on the surface.

Since speed was important, I decided to change into the form of an
eagle and fly north, which proved to be a mistake. I think I've
already mentioned the fact that I don't fly very well. I've never
really been able to get the hang of it. For one thing, I'm not all
that comfortable with feathers, and for another--wings or not--the
sight of all that empty air under me makes me decidedly uncomfortable,
so I flap a great deal more than is really necessary, and that can
become very tiring after a while.

The major problem, however, lay in the fact that the longer I remained
in the form of an eagle, the more the character of the eagle became
interwoven with my own. I began to be distracted by tiny movements on
the ground, and I had fierce urges to swoop down and kill things.

This obviously wasn't working, so I settled back to earth, resumed my
own form, and sat for a time to catch my breath, rest my arms, and
consider alternatives. The eagle, for all his splendor, is really a
stupid bird, and I didn't want to be continually distracted from my
search for Belar by every mouse or rabbit on the ground beneath me.

I considered the possibility of the horse. A horse can run very fast
for short periods, but he soon tires, and he's not very much brighter
than the eagle. I decided against taking the form of a horse and moved
on to other possibilities. An antelope can run for days without