Belgarath the Sorcerer by David Eddings Read Free Book Online Page B

I’ve noted, have an enormous sense of propriety. Then my Master reached inside his robe and took out thatordinary, round grey rock he’d spent the last couple of decades studying. ‘Our hopes notwithstanding,’ he announced, holding the rock out for UL to see, ‘it hath arrived.’
    UL nodded gravely. ‘I had thought I sensed its presence. Wilt thou accept the burden of it?’
    My Master sighed. ‘If I must,’ he said.
    â€˜Thou art brave, Aldur,’ UL said, ‘and wiser far than thy brothers. That which commands us all hath brought it to thy hand for a purpose. Let us go apart and consider our course.’
    I learned that day that there was something very strange about that ordinary-looking stone.
    The old man who had accompanied UL was named Gorim, and he and I got along well. He was a gentle, kindly old fellow whose features were the same as those of the old people I’d met some years before. We went up into the city, and he took me to his house. We waited there while my Master - and his - spoke together for quite some time. To pass the long hours, he told me the story of how he had come to enter the service of UL. It seemed that his people were Dals, the ones who had somehow been left out when the Gods were selecting the various races of man to serve them. Despite my peculiar situation, I’ve never been a particularly religious man, so I had a bit of difficulty grasping the concept of the spiritual pain the Dals suffered as outcasts. The Dals, of course, traditionally live to the south of the cluster of mountains known only as Korim, but it appeared that quite early in their history, they divided themselves into various groups to go in search of a God. Some went to the north to become Morindim and Karands; some went to the east to become Melcenes; some stayed south of Korim and continued to be Dals; but Gorim’s people, Ulgos, he called them, came west.
    Eventually, after the Ulgos had wandered around in the wilderness for generations, Gorim was born, and when he reached manhood, he volunteered to go alone in search ofUL. That was long before I was born, of course. Anyway, after many years he finally found UL. He took the good news back to his people, but not too many of them believed him. People are like that sometimes. Finally he grew disgusted with them and told them to follow him or stay where they were, and he didn’t much care which. Some followed, and some didn’t. As he told me of this, he grew pensive. ‘I have oft-times wondered whatever happened to those who stayed behind,’ he said sadly.
    â€˜I can clear that up for you, my friend,’ I advised him. ‘I happened across them some twenty-five or so years ago. They had a large camp quite a ways north of my Master’s Vale. I spent a winter with them and then moved on. I doubt that you’d find any of them still alive, though. They were all very old when I saw them.’
    He gave me a stricken look, and then he bowed his head and wept.
    â€˜What’s wrong, Gorim?’ I exclaimed, somewhat alarmed.
    â€˜I had hoped that UL might relent and set aside my curse on them,’ he replied brokenly.
    â€˜Curse?’
    â€˜That they would wither and perish and be no more. Their women were made barren by my curse.’
    â€˜It was still working when I was there,’ I told him. ‘There wasn’t a single child in the entire camp. I wondered why they made such a fuss over me. I guess they hadn’t seen a child in a long, long time. I couldn’t get any details from them, because I couldn’t understand their language.’
    â€˜They spoke the old tongue,’ he told me sadly, ‘even as do my people here in Prolgu.’
    â€˜How is it that you speak my language then?’ I asked him.
    â€˜It is my place as leader to speak for my people when we encounter other races,’ he explained.
    â€˜Ah,’ I said. ‘That stands to