"Eddings, David - Belgariad 0 - Belgarath the Sorcerer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)"Forget it," Belgarath said shortly.
"I'm not going to waste my time on something as ridiculous as that." "You're lazy, Belgarath," Durnik accused. "Are you only just noticing that? I thought you were more observant." "You won't do it then?" Garion demanded. "Not unless somebody comes up with a better reason than you two have so far." The bedroom door opened, and Poledra came out into the kitchen. "Are you three going to talk all night?" she demanded in a quiet voice. "If you are, go do it someplace else. If you wake the babies . . ." She left it hanging ominously. "We were just thinking about going to bed, dear," Belgarath lied blandly. Belgarath stood up and stretched--perhaps just a bit theatrically. "She's right, you know," he said to his two friends. "It'll be daylight before long, and the twins have been resting up all night. If we're going to get any sleep, we'd better do it now." Later, after the three of them had climbed up into the loft and rolled themselves into blankets on the pallets Durnik kept stored up there, Garion lay looking down at the slowly waning firelight and the flickering shadows in the room below. He thought of Ce'Nedra and his own children, of course, but then he let his mind drift back over the events of this most special of nights. Aunt Pol had always been at the very center of his life, and with the birth of her twins, her life was now fulfilled. Near to sleep, the Rivan King found his thoughts going back over the conversation he had just had with Durnik and his grandfather. He was honest enough with himself to admit that his desire to read Belgarath's history of the world was not entirely academic. The old sorcerer was a very strange and complex man, and his story promised to provide insights into his character that could come from no other source. He'd have to be pushed, of course. Belgarath was an expert at avoiding work |
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