"Eddings, David - Malloreon 3 - Demon Lord Of Karanda" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

A sudden thought came to Garion. He leaned forward and
spoke very quietly. "You know," he said, "we could go
someplace, at that. We've got a ship here, and a ship goes
wherever you point it -Mallorea just as easily as the coast of
Hagga."

"It's an interesting notion, Belgarath," Silk agreed.

"There are four of us, Grandfather," Garion pointed out. "You,
me, Aunt Pol, and Durnik. I'm sure we wouldn't have much
difficulty in taking over this ship. Then we could change course
and be halfway to Mallorea before Kal Zakath realized that we
weren't coming to Rak Hagga after all." The more he thought
about it, the more the idea excited him. "Then we could sail
north along the Mallorean coast and anchor in a cove or inlet
someplace on the shore of Camat. We'd only be a week or so
from Ashaba. We might even be able to get there before
Zandramas does." A bleak smile touched his lips. "I'd sort of
like to be waiting for her when she gets there."

"It's got some definite possibilities, Belgarath," Silk said. "Could
you do it?"

Belgarath scratched thoughtfully at his beard, squinting out into
the sifting snow. "It's possible," he admitted. He looked at
Garion. "But what do you think we ought to do with all these
Mallorean soldiers and the ship's crew, once we get to the coast
of Camat? You weren't planning to sink the ship and drown them
all, were you, the way Zandramas does when she's finished
using people?"

"Of course not!"

"I'm glad to hear that -but then how did you plan to keep them
from running to the nearest garrison just as soon as we leave
them behind? I don't know about you, but the idea of having a
regiment or so of Mallorean troops hot on our heels doesn't
excite me all that much."

Garion frowned. "I guess I hadn't thought about that," he
admitted.

"I didn't think you had. It's usually best to work your way
completely through an idea before you put it into action. It
avoids a great deal of spur-of-the-moment patching later on."

" All right," Garion said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"I know you're impatient, Garion, but impatience is a poor
substitute for a well-considered plan."