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

"Most remarkable," she said with some amazement.

"It appears that I have fallen in with creatures of great
importance."

"Thy companion and I must make haste," he told her.

"Otherwise I would make suitable arrangements for thy comfort. May I
offer thee to eat?" You see what I mean about Belar's courtesy?

She glanced at the ox turning on a spit over an open fire.

"That smells interesting," she said.

"Of course." He took up a very long knife and carved off a generous
portion for her. He handed it to her, being careful to snatch his
fingers back out of the range of those gleaming fangs.

"My thanks," she said, tearing off a chunk and downing it in the blink
of an eye.

"This one--" She jerked her head at me "--was in so much hurry to reach
this place that we scarce had time to catch a rabbit or two along the
way." She daintily gulped the rest of the meat down in two great
bites.

"Quite good," she noted, "though one wonders why it was necessary to
burn it."

"A custom, little sister," he explained.

"Oh, well, if it is a custom--" She carefully licked her whiskers
clean.

"I will return in a moment, Belgarath," Belar said, and moved away to
speak with his Alorns.

"That one is nice," my companion told me pointedly.

"He is a God," I told her.

"That means nothing to me," she said indifferently.

"Gods are the business of men. Wolves have little interest in such
things." Then she looked at me critically.

"One would be more content with you if you would keep your eyes where
they belong," she added.