"David Eddings - Belgariad 5 - Enchanter's End Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

Vision revealed, I struck my brother Aldur down and took from him the
accursed rock. And I bore Cthrag Yaska away to bend my will upon it and to
still the malice within it and quell the wickedness for which it was
created. So it was that I took the burden of the thing which Aldur had
created upon myself.

Aldur was wroth with me. He went to our brothers and spoke to them falsely
against me. And each of them came to me and spoke slightingly to me,
commanding that I return to Aldur that which had twisted his soul and which
I had taken to free him from the enchantment of it. But I resisted.

Then they girded for war. The sky was blackened with the smoke of their
forges as their peoples beat out weapons of iron to spill the blood of my
Angaraks upon the ground. When the year turned, their hosts marched forth
and onto the lands of the Angaraks. And my brothers loomed tall in the
forefront of the hosts.

Now was I greatly loath to lift my hand against them. Yet I could not
permit that they should despoil the lands of my people or loose the blood
of those who worshipped me. And I knew that from such war between my
brothers and me could come only evil. In that struggle, the Destinies I had
seen might be sent against each other before it was time, and the universe
be shaken apart in that meeting.

And so I chose that which I feared, but which was less evil than the danger
I foresaw. I took up the accursed Cthrag Yaska and raised it against the
earth itself. And in me lay the Purpose of one Destiny, while the Purpose
of the other was affixed within the stone Aldur had created. The weight of
all that was or will be was upon us, and the earth could not bear our
weight. Then did her mantle rend asunder before me, and the sea rushed in
to drown the dry land. Thus were the peoples separated one from the other,
that they might not come upon each other and their blood be spilled.

But such was the malice which Aldur had wrought within the stone that it
smote me with fire as I raised it to divide the world and prevent evil
bloodshed. Even as I spoke the commands unto it, it burst into dreadful
fire and smote me. The hand with which I held it was consumed and the eye
with which I beheld it was blinded. One half of my face was marred by its
burning. And I, who had been the fairest among my brothers, was now
abhorrent to the eyes of all, and I must cover my face with a living mask
of steel, lest they shun me.

An agony filled me from the evil that was done me, and pain lived within
me, which could never be quenched until the foul stone could be freed of
its evil and could repent of its malice.

But the dark sea stood between my people and those who would come against
them, and my enemies fled in terror of that which I had done. Yea, even my
brothers fled from the world which we had made, for they dared no longer
come against me. Yet still did they conspire with their followers in spirit