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

"I think you might be wrong there, old chap," Belmakor said with a
thoughtful expression.

"Learning foreign languages is a very tedious process, you know. I've
been meaning to learn Ulgo for several years now, but I haven't gotten
around to it. If I were to take the form of an Ulgo for a day or so,
it might save me months of study."

"You're lazy, Belmakor," Beldin told him bluntly.

"Besides, it wouldn't work."

"And why not?"

"Because an Ulgo's still a man. Belgarath's wolf doesn't form words
the way we do because she doesn't think the way we do."

"I don't think the way an Ulgo does, either," Belmakor objected.

"I

think it would work."

"You're wrong, it wouldn't."

That particular argument persisted off and on for about a hundred
years. The notion of trying it and finding out one way or the other
never occurred to either of them. Now that I think of it, though, it
probably did.

Neither of them was so stupid that he wouldn't have thought of it. But
they both enjoyed arguing so much that they didn't want to spoil the
fun by settling the issue once and for all.

The wolf curled up and went to sleep while the rest of us waited for
the decision of our Master and his brothers about the wayward Torak.

When the other Gods came down from the tower, their faces were somber,
and they left without speaking to us.

Then Aldur summoned us, and we went upstairs.

"There will be war," our Master told us sadly.

"Torak must not be permitted to gain full mastery of the Orb. They are
of two different purposes and must not be joined, lest the fabric of
creation be rent asunder. My brothers have gone to gather their
people. Mara and Issa will circle to the east through the lands of the
Dals that they might come at Torak from the south of Korim.