"David Eddings. Castle of wizardry enchanters' end game (The Belgariad, Part two)" - читать интересную книгу автора

cocked to one side, listening intently.
"Not here!" Barak told him, still lumbering forward with the dazed
Belgarath in his arms. "Move, Relg!"
"Be still!" Relg ordered. "I'm trying to listen." Then he shook his
head. "Go back!" he barked, turning quickly and pushing at them. "Run!"
"There are Murgos back there!" Barak objected.
"Run!" Relg repeated. "The side of the mountain's breaking away!" Even
as they turned, a new and dreadful creaking roar surrounded them.
Screeching in protest, the rock ripped apart with a long, hideous tearing.
A sudden flood of light filled the gallery along which they fled as a
great crack opened in the side of the basalt peak, widening ponderously as
a vast chunk of the mountainside toppled slowly outward to fall to the
floor of the wasteland thousands of feet below. The red glow of the
new-risen sun was blinding as the dark world of the caves was violently
opened, and the great wound in the side of the peak revealed a dozen or
more dark openings both above and beneath, where caves suddenly ran out
into nothingness.
"There!" a shout came from overhead. Garion jerked his head around.
Perhaps fifty feet above and out along the sharp angle of the face, a half
dozen black-robed Murgos, swords drawn, stood in a cave mouth with the
dust billowing about them. One was pointing excitedly at the fleeing
fugitives. And then the peak heaved again, and another great slab of rock
sheared away, carrying the shrieking Murgos into the abyss beneath.
"Run!" Relg shouted again, and they all pounded along at his heels,
back into the darkness of the shuddering passageway.
"Stop a minute," Barak gasped, plowing to a sudden halt after they had
retreated several hundred yards. "Let me get my breath." He lowered
Belgarath to the floor, his huge chest heaving.
"Can I help thee, my Lord?" Mandorallen offered quickly.
"No," Barak panted. "I can manage all right, I'm just a little winded."
The big man peered around. "What happened back there? What set all this
off?"
"Belgarath and Ctuchik had a bit of a disagreement," Silk told him with
sardonic understatement. "It got a little out of hand toward the end."
"What happened to Ctuchik?" Barak asked, still gasping for breath. "I
didn't see anybody else when Mandorallen and I broke into that room."

"He destroyed himself," Polgara replied, kneeling to examine
Belgarath's face.
"We saw no body, my Lady," Mandorallen noted, peering into the darkness
with his great broadsword in his hand.
"There wasn't that much left of him," Silk said.
"Are we safe here?" Polgara asked Relg.
The Ulgo set the side of his head against the wall of the passageway,
listening intently. Then he nodded. "For the moment," he replied. "Let's
stop here for a while then. I want to have a look at my father. Make me
some light."
Relg fumbled in the pouches at his belt and mixed the two substances
that gave off that faint Ulgo light.
Silk looked curiously at Polgara. "What really happened?" he asked her.