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

"Did Belgarath do that to Ctuchik?"
She shook her head, her hands lightly touching her father's chest.
"Ctuchik tried to unmake the Orb for some reason," she said. "Something
happened to frighten him so much that he forgot the first rule."
A momentary flicker of memory came to Garion as he set the little boy
down on his feet - that brief glimpse of Ctuchik's mind just before the
Grolim had spoken the fatal "Be Not" that had exploded him into
nothingness.
Once again he caught that single image that had risen in the High
Priest's mind - the image of himself holding the Orb in his hand- a nd he
felt the blind, unreasoning panic the image had caused Ctuchik. Why? Why
would that have frightened the Grolim into that deadly mistake?
"What happened to him, Aunt Pol?" he asked. For some reason he had to
know.
"He no longer exists," she replied. "Even the substance that formed him
is gone."
"That's not what I meant," Garion started to object, but Barak was
already speaking.
"Did he destroy the Orb?" the big man asked with a kind of weak
sickness in his voice.
"Nothing can destroy the Orb," she told him calmly.
"Where is it then?"
The little boy pulled his hand free from Garion's and went confidently
to the big Cherek. "Errand?" he asked, holding out the round, gray stone
in his hand.
Barak recoiled from the offered stone. "Belay!" he swore, quickly
putting his hands behind his back. "Make him stop waving it around like
that, Polgara. Doesn't he know how dangerous it is?"
"I doubt it."
"How's Belgarath?" Silk asked.
"His heart's still strong," Polgara replied. "He's exhausted, though.
The fight nearly killed him."
With a long, echoing shudder the quaking subsided, and the silence
seemed very loud.
"Is it over?" Durnik asked, looking around nervously.
"Probably not," Relg replied, his voice hushed in the sudden quiet. "An
earthquake usually goes on for quite some time."
Barak was peering curiously at the little boy. "Where did he come
from?" he asked, his rumbling voice also subdued.
"He was in the turret with Ctuchik," Polgara told him. "He's the child
Zedar raised to steal the Orb."
"He doesn't look all that much like a thief."
"He isn't precisely." She looked gravely at the blond-headed waif.
"Somebody's going to have to keep an eye on him," she observed. "There's
something very peculiar about him. After we get down, I'll look into it,
but I've got too much on my mind for that at the moment."
"Could it be the Orb?" Silk asked curiously. "I've heard that it has
strange effects on people."
"Perhaps that's it." But she didn't sound very convinced. "Keep him
with you, Garion, and don't let him lose the Orb."