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forest. He appeared to be very young--scarcely more than a boy, though
I knew that he was very nearly as old as my Master. I have my
suspicions about Belar. He was surrounded by a bevy of busty,
blonde-braided Alorn maidens, who all seemed enormously fond of him.
Well, he was a God, after all, but the admiration of those girls didn't
seem to be entirely religious.

All right, Polgara, just let it lie, will you?

The Alorns in that crude encampment in the woods were rowdy,
undisciplined, and--by and large--drunk. They joked boisterously with
their Master with absolutely no sense of decorum or dignity.

"Well met, Belgarath," Belar greeted me, though we'd never met before
and I hadn't told any of those belligerent hunters my name.

"How goes it with my beloved elder brother?"

"Not well, my Lord," I replied rather formally. Despite the tankard he
held in one hand and the blonde he held in the other, he was still a
God, so I thought it best to mind my manners.

"Thy brother Torak came unto my Master and smote him and bore away a
particular jewel that he coveted."

"What?" the young God roared, springing to his feet and spilling both
tankard and blonde.

"Torak hath the Orb?"

"I greatly fear it is so, my Lord. My Master bids me entreat thee to
come to him with all possible speed."

"I will, Belgarath," Belar assured me, retrieving his tankard and the
pouty-looking blonde.

"I will make preparations at once. Hath Torak used the Orb as yet?"

"We think not, my Lord," I replied.

"My Master says we must make haste, ere thy brother Torak hath learned
the full power of the jewel he hath stolen."

"Truly," Belar agreed. He glanced at the young she-wolf sitting at my
feet.

"Greetings, little sister," he said in flawless wolfish.

"Is it well with thee?" Belar had his faults, certainly, but you could
never criticize his manners.