"David Eddings - Belgarath the Sorcerer (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

"She'll be all right. She knows what to do."

"Yes, but do you want her doing things on her own?"

"Oh, I don't think she'll declare war on anybody while I'm gone."

"Maybe not, but with Ce'Nedra you never really know, do you?"

"Quit making fun of my wife, Grandfather."

"I'm not making fun of her. I love her dearly, but I do know her. All
I'm saying is that she's a little unpredictable." Then the old
sorcerer sighed.

"Is something the matter, Grandfather?"

"I was just chewing on some old regrets. I don't think you and Durnik
realize just how lucky you are. I wasn't around when my twins were
born.

I was off on a business trip."

Garion knew the story, of course.

"You didn't have any choice, Grandfather," he said.

"Aldur ordered you to go to Mallorea. It was time to recover the Orb
from Torak, and you had to go along to help Cherek Bear-shoulders and
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.