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her thought, 'Belgarath sent some letters when he had those last
few chapters delivered to Riva. The letter he sent to me is what


gave me the idea of coming here to talk with you. First he accused
us all of getting together and bullying him into writing the history.
He said that he knew there were gaps in the story, but he suggested
that you could fill them in.'
'How typical,' Polgara murmured. 'My father's an expert at starting
things and then tricking others into finishing them for him. Well,
this time he's out of luck. Forget it, Ce'Nedra. I don't pretend to be
a storyteller, and I've got better things to do with my time.'
'But - I

'No buts, dear. Now, go call Garion and Durnik in for supper.'
Ce'Nedra was shrewd enough not to raise the issue again, but a
way around Polgara's refusal had already begun to form in her
devious little mind.
'Garion, dear,' she said when she and her husband were in bed
later that night in the warm and comfortable darkness.
'Yes, Ce'Nedra?'
'You can reach out and talk to your grandfather, can't you?'
'I suppose so. Why?'
'Wouldn't you like to see him - and your grandmother? I mean,
we're this close anyway, and it's not really very far from Belgarath's
tower to the cottage here, and they'd be terribly disappointed if we
let this opportunity for a visit slip by, wouldn't they?'
'What are you up to, Ce'Nedra?'
'Why must I always be "up to" something?'
'You usually are.'
'That's not very nice, Garion. Isn't it just possible that all I want
is a family reunion?'
'I'm sorry. Maybe I misjudged you.'
'Well - actually, your Aunt Pol's being a little stubborn about
this. I'm going to need some help convincing her to write her story.'
'Grandfather won't help you. He already told you that in his
letter.'
'I'm not talking about help from him. I want to talk to Poledra.
Aunt Pol will listen to her mother. Please, Garion.' She said it in
her most winsome and appealing tone.
'All right. I'll talk it over with Durnik and see what he thinks.'
'Why don't you let me talk with Durnik? I'm sure I can persuade
him that it's a good idea.' She nuzzled at her husband's neck
affectionately. 'I'm nice and warm now, Garion,' she said invitingly.
'Yes, I noticed that.'



'Are you really very sleepy?'