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

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 form.
Then I bore my people away to the wastelands of Mallorea and there caused them
to build a mighty city on a sheltered place. They named it Cthol Mishrak, as a
remembrance of the suffering I had undergone for them. And I concealed their
city with a cloud that should ever be above it.
Then I had a cask of iron forged, and in it I bound Cthrag Yaska, that the evil
stone should never again be free to unleash its power to destroy flesh. For a
thousand years and still another thousand years I labored, contending with the
stone that I might release the curse of malice which Aldur had laid upon it.
Great were the enchantments and words of power which I cast at the obdurate
stone, but still its evil fire burned when I came near to it, and I felt its
curse lying ever upon the world.
Then Belar, youngest and most rash of my brothers, conspired against me with
Aldur, who still bore hatred and jealousy within his soul toward me. And Belar
spoke in spirit to his uncouth people, the Alorns, and set them against me. The
spirit of Aldur sent Belgarath, the disciple in whom he had most wholly
instilled his despite, to join with them. And the foul counsel of Belgarath
prevailed upon Cherek, chief of the Alorns, and upon his three sons.
By evil sorcery, they passed the barrier of the sea I had caused to be and they
came like thieves in the night to the city of Cthol Mishrak. By stealth and low
cunning, they crept through my tower of iron and made their way to the chest
that held the evil stone.
The youngest son of Cherek, whom men called Riva Iron-grip, had been so woven
about with spells and enchantments that he could take up the accursed stone and
not perish. And they fled with it to the west.
With the warriors of my people I pursued them, that the curse of Cthrag Yaska
not again be loosed upon the land. But the one called Riva raised the stone and
loosed its evil fire upon my people. Thus the thieves escaped, bearing the evil
of the stone with them into their lands of the west.
Then I pulled down the mighty city of Cthol Mishrak, that my people must flee
from its ruins. And I divided the Angaraks into tribes. The Nadraks I set in the
north to guard the ways in which the thieves had come. The Thulls, broad of back
for the bearing of burdens, I set in the middle lands. The Murgos, fiercest of
my people, I sent to the south. And the most numerous I kept with me in
Mallorea, to serve me and multiply against a day when I should have need of an