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

but the place nourished only our bodies. Mother's thought nourished
our minds - with those subtle variations I previously mentioned. I
suspect that what I was and what I have become is the result of that
womb-dark period in my life when Beldaran and-I floated in perfect
sisterhood - until mother's thought began to separate us.
And then in time there was another thought as well. Mother had
prepared us for that intrusion upon what had been a very private
little world. After my sister and I had become more fully aware and
conscious of our separation and some of the reasons for it, Aldur's
thought joined with hers to continue our education. He patiently
explained to us right at the outset why certain alterations were going
to be necessary. My sister and I had been identical. Aldur changed
that, and most of the alterations were directed at me. Some of the
changes were physical - the darkening of my hair, for example
and others were mental. Mother had begun that mental division,
and Aldur refined it. Beldaran and I were no longer one. We were
two. Beldaran's reaction to our further separation was one of gentle
regret. Mine was one of anger.
I rather suspect that my anger may have been a reflection of
mother's reaction when my vagrant father and a group of Alorns
chose to slip away so that they could go off to Mallorea to retrieve
the Orb Torak had stolen from the Master. I now fully understand
why it was necessary and why father had no choice and so does
mother, I think. But at the time she was absolutely infuriated by
what, in the society of wolves, was an unnatural desertion. My
somewhat peculiar relationship with my father during my
childhood quite probably derived from my perception of mother's fury.
Beldaran was untouched by it, since mother wisely chose to shield
her from that rage.

A vagrant and somewhat disturbing thought just occurred to me.
As I mentioned earlier, father's educational technique involves
questioning and argumentation, and I was probably his star pupil.
Mother teaches acceptance, and Beldaran received the full benefit
of that counsel. In a strange sort of way this would indicate that I'm


my father's true daughter, and Beldaran was mother's.

All right, Old Wolf. Don't gloat. Wisdom eventually comes to all of
us. Someday it might even be your turn.

Mother and the Master gently told my sister and me that once we
were born, mother would have to leave us in the care of others so
that she could pursue a necessary task. We were assured that we
would be well cared for, and, moreover, that mother's thought
would be with us more or less continually, even as it had been while
we were still enwombed. We accepted that, though the notion of
physical separation was a little frightening. The important thing in
our lives from the moment that our awareness had awakened,