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

"Is he right?" Garion demanded of the voice within his mind. "Perhaps
perhaps not,"the voice replied. "A few men have been able to go beyond the
limitation. You won't know unless you try."
Despite his dreadful anger, Garion did not want to kill any of them.
"Ice!" he said, focusing on the idea of cold and lashing out with his
will. It felt odd - almost tenuous, as if it had no substance behind it,
and the roaring was hollow and puny-sounding.
The bald old man sneered and waggled his beard insultingly. Garion
ground his insubstantial teeth and drew himself in with dreadful
concentration. "Burn!" he said then, driving his will. There was a flicker
and then a sudden flash. The force of Garion's will burst forth, directed
not at the bald man himself, but rather at his whiskers.
The Hierarch jumped up and stumbled back with a hoarse exclamation,
trying desperately to beat the flames out of his beard.
The concerted thought of the Hierarchs shattered as the rest of them
scrambled to their feet in terrified astonishment. Grimly, Garion gathered
his swelling will and began to lay about him with his immensely long arms.
He tumbled the Hierarchs across the rough stone floor and slammed them
into walls. Squealing with fright, they scurried this way and that, trying
to escape, but he methodically reached out and grasped them one by one to
administer his chastisement. With a peculiar kind of detachment, he even
stuffed one of them headfirst into the crack in the wall, pushing quite
firmly until only a pair of wriggling feet were sticking out.
Then, when it was done, he turned back to the bald Hierarch, who had
managed finally to beat the last of the fire out of his beard.
"It's impossible - impossible," the Hierarch protested, his face
stunned. "How did you do it?"
"I told you - I am Belgarion. 1 can do things you can't even imagine."
"The jewel, "the voice told him. "They're using the jewel to focus
their attacks. Destroy it."
"How?"
"It can only hold so much. Look."
Garion suddenly found that he could actually see into the interior of
the still-flickering ruby on the table. He saw the minute stress lines
within its crystalline structure, and then he understood. He turned his
will on it and poured all his anger into it. The stone blazed with light
and began to pulsate as the force within it swelled. Then, with a sharp
detonation, the stone exploded into fragments.
"No!" the bald Hierarch wailed. "You idiot! That stone was
irreplaceable."
"Listen to me, old man," Garion said in an awful voice, "you will leave
us alone. You will not pursue us, or try to injure any of us any more." He
reached out with his shadowy hand and slid it directly into the bald man's
chest. He could feel the heart flutter like a terrified bird and the lungs
falter as the Hierarch's breath stopped and he gaped with horror at the
arm sticking out of his chest. Garion slowly opened his fingers very wide.
"Do you understand me?" he demanded.
The Hierarch gurgled and tried to take hold of the arm, but his fingers
found nothing to grasp.
"Do you understand me?" Garion repeated and suddenly clenched his fist.