"David Eddings. Castle of wizardry enchanters' end game (The Belgariad, Part two)" - читать интересную книгу автора

"You-Errand!" Durnik said.
The little boy looked around quickly and smiled as he went to Durnik.
"Why did you call him that?" Silk asked curiously.
Durnik shrugged. "He seems to be fond of the word and he answers to it.
It will do for a name until we can find something more suitable, I
suppose."
"Errand?" the child asked, offering the Orb to Durnik.
Durnik smiled at him, bent over and held the mouth of the pouch open.
"Put it in here, Errand," he instructed, "and we'll tie it up all nice and
safe so you won't lose it."
The little boy delightedly deposited the Orb in the leather pouch.
"Errand," he declared firmly.
"I suppose so," Durnik agreed. He pulled the drawstring tight and then
tied the pouch to the bit of rope the boy wore as a belt. "There we are,
Errand. All safe and secure now."
Errand examined the pouch carefully, tugging at it a few times as if to
be sure it was tightly tied. Then he gave a happy little laugh, put his
arms about Durnik's neck and kissed his cheek.
"He's a good lad," Durnik said, looking a trifle embarrassed.

"He's totally innocent," Aunt Pol told him from where she was examining
the sleeping Belgarath. "He has no idea of the difference between good and
evil, so everything in the world seems good to him."
"I wonder what it's like to see the world that way," Taiba mused,
gently touching the child's smiling face. "No sorrow; no fear; no pain -
just to love everything you see because you believe that everything is
good."
Relg, however, had looked up sharply. The troubled expression that had
hovered on his face since he had rescued the trapped slave woman fell away
to be replaced by that look of fanatic zeal that it had always worn
before. "Monstrous!" he gasped.
Taiba turned on him, her eyes hardening. "What's so monstrous about
happiness?" she demanded, putting her arm about the boy.
"We aren't here to be happy," he replied, carefully avoiding her eyes.
"Why are we here then?" she challenged.
"To serve our God and to avoid sin." He still refused to look at her,
and his tone seemed a trifle less certain.
"Well, I don't have a God," she retorted, "and the child probably
doesn't either, so if it's all the same to you, he and I will just
concentrate on trying to be happy - and if a bit of sin gets involved in
it, so what?"
"Have you no shame?" His voice was choked.
"I am what I am," she replied, "and I won't apologize, since I didn't
have very much to say about it."
"Boy," Relg snapped at the child, "come away from her at once."
Taiba straightened, her face hardening even more, and she faced him
defiantly. "What do you think you're going to do?" she demanded.
"I will fight sin wherever I find it," he declared.
"Sin, sin, sin!" she flared. "Is that all you ever think about?"
"It's my constant care. I guard against it every moment."