"David Eddings - Belgariad 3 Magicians Gambit" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

Salmissra had been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and it was far,
far too early to forgive him for such an outrageous statement. She was
definitely going to have to make him suffer extensively for that insulting
lapse. Her fingers toyed absently with one of the curls cascading down the side
of her face, her eyes boring into Garion's face.
The following morning ashfall that was the result of a massive volcanic eruption
somewhere in Cthol Murgos had diminished sufficiently to make the deck of the
ship habitable again. The jungle along the riverbank was still partially
obscured in the dusty haze, but the air was clear enough to breathe, and
Ce'Nedra escaped from the sweltering cabin below decks with relief.


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Garion was sitting in the sheltered spot near the bow of the ship where he
usually sat and he was deep in conversation with Belgarath. Ce'Nedra noted with
a certain detachment that he had neglected to comb his hair that morning. She
resisted her immediate impulse to go fetch comb and brush to rectify the
situation. She drifted instead with artful dissimulation to a place along the
rail where, without seeming to, she could conveniently eavesdrop.
"-It's always been there," Garion was saying to his grandfather. "It used to
just talk to me - tell me when I was being childish or stupid - that sort of
thing. It seemed to be off in one corner of my mind all by itself."
Belgarath nodded, scratching absently at his beard with his good hand. "It seems
to be completely separate from you," he observed. "Has this voice in your head
ever actually done anything? Besides talk to you, I mean."
Garion's face grew thoughtful. "I don't think so. It tells me how to do things,
but I think that I'm the one who has to do them. When we were at Salmissra's
palace, I think it took me out of my body to go look for Aunt Pol." He frowned.
"No," he corrected. "When I stop and think about it, it told me how to do it,
but I was the one who actually did it. Once we were out, I could feel it beside
me - it's the first time we've ever been separate. I couldn't actually see it,
though. It did take over for a few minutes, I think. It talked to Salmissra to
smooth things over and to hide what we'd been doing."
"You've been busy since Silk and I left, haven't you?"
Garion nodded glumly. "Most of it was pretty awful. I burned Asharak. Did you
know that?"
"Your Aunt told me about it."
"He slapped her in the face," Garion told him. "I was going to go after him with
my knife for that, but the voice told me to do it a different way. I hit him
with my hand and said 'burn.' That's all, just 'burn'and he caught on fire. I
was going to put it out until Aunt Pol told me he was the one who killed my
mother and father. Then I made the fire hotter. He begged me to put it out, but
I didn't do it." He shuddered.
"I tried to warn you about that," Belgarath reminded him gently. "I told you
that you weren't going to like it very much after it was over."
Garion sighed. "I should have listened. Aunt Pol says that once you've used
this-" He floundered, looking for a word.
"Power?" Belgarath suggested.