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

"They hadn't when I went down to have a look at them five centuries
ago," Belzedar told him.

"If anything, the walls around their cities were higher--and
thicker."

Beltira shrugged.

"What one man can build, another man can tear down."

"Not when it's raining spears and boulders and boiling oil, he
can't,"

Beldin disagreed.

"I think we can count on the Angaraks to pull back behind those walls
when we go after them. They breed like rabbits, but they're still
going to be outnumbered, so they won't want to meet us in open country.
They'll go into their cities, close the gates, and make us come to
them. That's an excellent way for us to get a lot of people killed.

We've got to come up with some way to tear those walls down without
throwing half of mankind at them."

"We could do it ourselves," Belkira suggested.

"As I recall, you trans located a half acre or so of rocks when you
helped Belgarath build his tower."

"Those were loose rocks, brother," Beldin told him sourly, "and it was
all I could do to walk the next day. Belsambar says that the Angaraks
stick their walls together with mortar. We'd have to take them apart
stone by stone."

"And they'd be rebuilding them as fast as we tore them down,"

Belmakor added. He looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling of
Belsambar's tower where we'd gathered. Then, naturally, considering
the fact that it was Belmakor, he reverted to logic.

"First off, Beldin's right. We can't just swarm their cities under.
The casualties would be unacceptable." He looked around at the rest of
us.

"Do we agree on that?"

We all nodded.

"Splendid," he said dryly.