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

"Who's supposed to make that choice?" Beldin asked.

"We are not permitted to know that," Aldur replied.

"Oh, fine!" Beldin exploded with heavy sarcasm.

"It's all a game, then! When's this supposed to happen?"

"Soon, my son. Very soon."

"Could you be a little more specific. Master? I know how long you've
been around, and you and I might have very different ideas about what
the word "soon" means."

"The Choice must be made when the light of that exploding star cluster
reaches this world."

"And that could happen at any time, couldn't it? It could come popping
out of the sky sometime after midnight this very night, for all we
know."

"Curb thine impatience, Beldin," Aldur told him.

"There will be signs to advise us that the moment of the Choice draws
nigh. The cracking of the world was one such sign. There will be
others as well."

"Such as?" Beldin pressed. Once he grabbed hold of an idea, Beldin
couldn't let go of it.

"Before the light comes, there will be a time--a moment--of utter
darkness."

"I'll watch for it," Beldin said sourly.

"As I understand it, there are two possible Destinies out there,"

Belmakor observed.

"Torak's one of them, isn't he?"

"My brother is a part of one of them, yes. Each of the Destinies is
comprised of innumerable parts, and each hath a consciousness that doth
exceed the awareness of any of those parts."

"Which one came first, Master?" Belkira asked.

"We do not know. We are not permitted to know."

"More games," Beldin said in a tone of profoundest disgust.