"Books - David Eddings - Polgara the Sorceress" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

Ce'Nedra silently gloated. Her thrown-together arguments the
previous morning had evidently brought Poledra over to her side.
'Where are we going with this, mother?' Polgara asked.
'You have a responsibility as well, Polgara - to the young,' her
mother replied. 'That's our first duty. The Master set you a task,
and you haven't finished it yet.'
Polgara gave Ce'Nedra a hard look.
'I didn't do anything, Aunt Pol,'Ce'Nedra said with feigned
innocence. 'I just asked for your mother's advice, that's all.'
The two sets of eyes - one set tawny yellow, the other deep blue
fixed themselves on her.
Ce'Nedra actually blushed.
'She wants something, Polgara,' Poledra said. 'Give it to her. it
won't hurt you, and it's still a part of the task you freely accepted.
We wolves rely on our instincts; humans need instruction. You've
spent most of your life caring for the young - and instructing them
- so you know what's required. Just set down what really happened
and be done with it.'
'Not all of it, certainly!' Polgara sounded shocked. 'Some of those
things were too private.'
Poledra actually laughed. 'You still have a great deal to learn, my

daughter. Don't you know by now that there's no such thing as
privacy among wolves? We share everything. The information may
be useful to the leader of the Rivans someday - and to your own
children as well - so let's be sure they have what they need. Just
do it, Polgara. You know better than to argue with me.'
Polgara sighed. 'Yes, mother,' she replied submissively.


Ce'Nedra underwent a kind of epiphany at that point, and she
didn't entirely like it. Polgara the, Sorceress was the pre-eminent
woman in the world. She had titles beyond counting, and the whole
world bowed to her, but in some mysterious way, she was still a
wolf, and when the dominant female - her mother in this case
gave an order, she automatically obeyed. Ce'Nedra's own heritage
was mixed - part Borune and part Dryad. She'd argued extensively
with her father, the Emperor of Tolnedra, but when Xantha, Queen
of the Dryads, spoke, Ce'Nedra might complain a bit, but she
instinctively obeyed. It was built into her. She began to look at Polgara in
a slightly different way, and by extension, at herself also in a new
fashion.
'It's a start,' Poledra said cryptically. 'Now then, daughter,' she
said to Polgara, 'it won't be all that difficult. I'll talk with him, and
he'll show you how to do it without all that foolishness with
quillpens and ink. It's your obligation, so stop complaining.'
'It shall be as my mother wishes,' Polgara replied.
'Well, then,' Poledra said, 'now that that's settled, would you
ladies like to have another cup of tea?'
Polgara and Ce'Nedra exchanged a quick glance. 'I suppose we