"Eddings, David - Mallorean 5 - The Seeress of Kell" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

"Shepherds, uncle," she corrected.

"It means the same thing. If you really look at it, it's even the same word,"

"Shepherd sounds nicer."

"Nicer." He snorted. "Sheep are stupid, they smell bad, and they taste worse. Anybody who spends his life tending them is either defective or degenerate."

"You're in rare form this afternoon," Belgarath congratulated him.

"It's been a great day for flying," Beldin explained with a broad grin.' 'Do you have any idea of how much warm aircomes up off new snow when the sun hits it? I flew up so high once that I started getting spots in front of my eyes.'1

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"That's stupid, uncle," Polgara snapped. "You should never go up where the air's that thin."

"We're all entitled to a little stupidity now and men." He shrugged. "And the dive from that height is unbelievable. Why don't you join me, and I'll show you."

"Will you never grow up?"

"I doubt it, and I certainly hope not." He looked at Belgarath. "I think you'd better go down a mile or so and make camp."

"It's early yet."

"No. Actually it's late. That afternoon sun is quite warm-even up here. All this snow's starting to get soft. IVe seen three avalanches already. If you make a wrong guess up here, you might get down a lot quicker than you want to."

"Interesting point there. We'll get down out of this pass and set up for the night.''

"I'll go on ahead." Beldin crouched and spread his arms. "Are you sure you don't want to come along, Pol?"

"Don't be silly."

He left a ghostly chuckle behind him as he soared away.

They set up for the night on a ridge line. Although it exposed them to the constant wind, it was free from the danger of avalanche. Garion slept poorly that night. The wind that raked the exposed ridge set the taut canvas of the tent he shared with Ce'Nedra to thrumming, and the noise intruded itself upon him as he tried again and again to drift off. He shifted restlessly.

"Can't you sleep either?" Ce'Nedra said in the chill darkness.

"It's the wind," he replied.

"Try not to think about it."

"I don't have to think about it. It's like trying to sleep inside a big drum."

"You were very brave this morning, Garion. I was terrified when I heard about that monster.''

"We've dealt with monsters before. After a while, you get used to it." • "My, aren't we getting blase"?"