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And we sent the similitude of She Who Must Make the Choice to the veiled and hooded
presence of dark and to Belgarion the Godslayer, and she set them upon the path that
would lead them at last to the place of our choosing.
And then we all turned to our preparations, for much remained to be done, and we
knew that this Event would be the last. The division of creation had endured for too
long; and in rtis meeting between the two fates the division would end and all would
be made one again.
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CHAPTER ONE
The air was thin and cool and richly scented with the odor of trees that shed no
leaves but stood dark green and resinous from one end of their lives to the other.
The sunlight on the snowfields above them was dazzling, and the sound of tumbling
water seething down and down rocky streambeds to feed rivers leagues below on the
plains of Darshiva and Gandahar was constantly in their ears. That tumble and roar
of waters rushing to their destined meeting with the great River Magan was
accompanied by the soft, melancholy sighing of an endless wind passing through the
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deep-green forest of pine and fir and spruce which clad hills that reached towaid
the sky in a kind of unthinking yearning. The caravan route Garion and his friends
foBowed rose up and up, winding along streambeds and mounting the sides of ridges.
From atop each ridge they could see yet another, and looming over all was the spine
of the continent where peaks beyond imagining soared upward to touch the very
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vault of heaven, peaks pure and pristine in their mantle of eternal snow. Garion had
spent time in mountains before, but never had he seen such enormous peaks. He knew
that those colossal spires were leagues and leagues away, but the mountain air was
so clear that it seemed he could almost reach out and touch them.
There was an abiding peace here, a peace that washed away the turmoil and anxiety
that had beset them all on the plains below and somehow erased care and even
thought. Each turn and each ridgetop brought new vistas, each filled with more
splendor than the last until they could only ride in silence and wonder. The works
of man shrank into insignificance here. Man would never, could never, touch these
eternal mountains.
It was summer, and the days were long and filled with sunlight. Birds sang from the
trees beside the winding track, and the smell of sun-warmed evergreens was touched
lightly with the delicate odors of the acre upon acre of wildflowers carpeting the
steep meadows. Occasionally the wild, shrill cry of an eagle echoed from the rocks.
"Have you ever considered moving your capital?'' Garion asked the Emperor of
Mallorea, who rode beside him. His tone was hushed. To speak in a louder voice would
somehow profane what lay around them.
"No, not really, Garion," Zakath replied. "My government wouldn't function here. The
bureaucracy is largely Melcene. Melcenes appear to be prosaic people, but actually
they aren't. I *m afraid my officials would spend about half their time looking at
the scenery and the other half writing bad poetry. Nobody would get any work done.