Belgarath the Sorcerer and Polgara the Sorceress: 2-Book Collection

‘Absolutely out of the question,’ I snapped. ‘My wife’s going to have a baby, and I’m not going to leave her here alone.’

‘Congratulations,’ Algar murmured. It was the only word he spoke that whole afternoon.

‘Thank you,’ I replied. Then I turned back to his father, ‘All right, Cherek. We know that this bridge of yours is there. It’ll still be there next year. I might be willing to discuss this expedition of yours then – but not now.’

‘There might be a problem with that, Belgarath,’ he said seriously. ‘When my sons told me about what they’d found, I went to the priests of Belar and had them examine the auguries. This is the year to go. The ice up there won’t be as thick again for years and years. Then they cast my own auguries, and from what they say, this could be the most fortunate year in my whole life.’

‘Do you actually believe that superstitious nonsense?’ I demanded. ‘Are you so gullible that you think that somebody can foretell the future by fondling a pile of sheep-guts?’

He looked a little injured. ‘This was important, Belgarath. I certainly wouldn’t trust sheep’s entrails for something like this.’

‘I’m glad to hear that.’

‘We used a horse instead. Horse-guts never lie.’

Alorns!

‘I wish you all the luck in the world, Cherek,’ I told him, ‘but I won’t be going with you.’

A pained look came over his massive, bearded face. ‘There’s a bit of a problem there, Belgarath. The auguries clearly state that we’ll fail if you don’t go along.’

‘You can gut a dragon if you want to, Cherek, but I’m staying right here. Take the twins – or I’ll send for Beldin.’

‘It wouldn’t be the same, Belgarath. It has to be you. Even the stars say that.’

‘Astrology, too? You Alorns are branching out, aren’t you? Do the priests of Belar sprinkle stars on the gut-pile?’

‘Belgarath!’ he said in a shocked tone of voice, ‘that’s sacrilegious!’

‘Tell me,’ I said sarcastically, ‘have your priests tried a crystal ball yet? Or tea-leaves?’

– All right, Belgarath, that’s enough. – It was one of the very few times I’ve ever heard that voice. Garion’s been hearing it since he was a child, but it seldom had occasion to speak to me. Needless to say, I was just a bit startled. I even looked around to see where it was coming from, but there wasn’t anybody there. The voice was inside my head.

– Are you ready to listen? – it demanded.

– Who are you? –

– You know who I am. Stop arguing. You WILL go to Mallorea, and you WILL go now. It’s one of those things that has to happen. You’d better go talk with Aldur. – And then the sense of that other presence in my mind was gone.

I was more than a little shaken by this visitation. I suppose I tried to deny it, but I did know who’d been talking to me. ‘Wait here,’ I bluntly told the King of Aloria and his sons. ‘I have to go talk with Aldur.’

‘I can see that thou art troubled, my son,’ our Master said to me after I’d entered his tower.

‘Bear-shoulders and those overgrown sons of his are out there,’ I reported. ‘They’ve found a way to get to Mallorea, and they want me to go with them. It’s a very bad time for me, Master. Poledra’s due sometime in the next couple of months, and I really should be here. Cherek’s very insistent, but I told him that they’d have to go without me.’

‘And?’ My Master knew that there was more.

‘I had a visitation. I was told in no uncertain terms that I had to go along.’

‘That is most rare, my son. The Purpose doth not often speak to us directly.’

‘I was afraid you’d look at it that way,’ I admitted glumly. ‘Can’t this be put off?’

‘Nay, my son. The TIME is part of the EVENT. Once missed, it will not return, and in the loss of this opportunity, we might well fail. This entails a great sacrifice for thee, my son – greater than thou canst ever know – but it must be made. We are compelled by Necessity, and Necessity will brook no opposition.’

‘Somebody’s got to stay with Poledra, Master,’ I protested.

‘Mayhap one of thy brothers will agree to stand in thy stead. Thy task, however, is clear. If the voice of Necessity hath told thee to go, thou must surely go.’

‘I don’t like this, Master,’ I complained.

‘That is not required, my son. Thou art required to go, not to like the going.’

He was a lot of help. Grumbling under my breath, I went back outside and hurled my thought in the general direction of Tolnedra. ‘I need you!’ I bellowed at Beldin.

‘Don’t scream!’ he shouted back. ‘You made me spill a tankard of fine ale.’

‘Quit thinking about your belly and get back here.’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I have to leave, and somebody’s got to look ofter Poledra.’

‘I’m not a midwife, Belgarath. Have the twins do it. They’re the experts at this sort of thing.’

‘With sheep, you clot! Not with people! Get back here right now!’

‘Where are you going?’

‘To Mallorea. Cherek’s sons have found a way to get there that doesn’t involve sprouting feathers. We’re going to Cthol Mishrak to take back the Orb.’

‘Are you crazy? If Torak catches you trying that, he’ll roast you over a slow fire.’

‘I don’t intend to let him catch me. Are you coming back or not?’

‘All right. Don’t get excited; I’m coming.’

‘I’ll be gone by the time you get here. No matter what she says or tries to do, don’t let Poledra follow me. Keep her inside that tower. Chain her to the wall if you have to, but keep her at home.’

‘I’ll take care of it. Give my best to Torak.’

‘Very funny, Beldin. Now get started.’

As you might have noticed, I wasn’t exactly in a good humor at that point. I went back to where I’d left the King of Aloria and his sons stamping their feet in the snow. ‘All right,’ I told them, ‘this is what we’re going to do. We’re going to my tower, and you’re not going to say anything at all about this insane notion of yours to my wife. I want her to believe that you’re just passing through and stopped by to pay a courtesy call. I don’t want her to know what we’re up to until we’re a long way away from here.’

‘I take it you’ve had a change of heart,’ Cherek noted blandly.

‘Don’t push your luck, Bear-shoulders,’ I told him. ‘I’ve been overruled, and I’m not very happy about it.’