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his sons."

"Don't try to be reasonable about it, Garion. The bald fact is that I
abandoned my wife when she needed me the most. Things might have
turned out very differently if I hadn't."

"Are you still feeling guilty about that?"

"Of course I am. I've been carrying that guilt around for three
thousand years. You can hand out all the royal pardons you want, but
it's still there."

"Grandmother forgives you."

"Naturally she does. Your grandmother's a wolf, and wolves don't hold
grudges. The whole point, though, is that she can forgive me, and you
can forgive me, and you can get up a petition signed by everybody in
the known world that forgives me, but I still won't forgive myself. Why
don't we talk about something else?"

Durnik came back out of the bedroom.

"She's asleep," he said softly.

Then he went to the fireplace and stacked more wood on the embers.

"It's a cold night out there," he noted.

"Let's keep this fire going."

"I should have thought of that," Garion apologized.

"Are the babies still asleep?" Belgarath asked the smith.

Durnik nodded.

"Enjoy it while you can. They're resting up."

Durnik smiled. Then he too pulled a chair closer to the fire.

"Do you remember what we were talking about earlier?" he asked,
reaching for the remaining tankard on the table.

"We talked about a lot of things," Belgarath told him.

"I mean the business of the same things happening over and over again.
What happened tonight isn't one of those, is it?"

"Would it come as a surprise to you if I told you that Pol isn't the
first to give birth to twins?"