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staying close against the rocky wall and peering back to be sure he was
concealed from his grandfather.
When the next rock came bouncing and clashing down toward them, Garion
gathered his will. He'd have to time it perfectly, he knew, and he peered
around a corner, watching the old man intently. When Belgarath raised his
hand, Garion pushed his own will in to join his grandfather's, hoping to
slip a bit of unnoticed help to him.
Belgarath watched the rock go whirling far out over the plain below,
then he turned and looked sternly down the ravine. "All right, Garion," he
said crisply, "step out where I can see you."
Somewhat sheepishly Garion went out into the center of the streambed
and stood looking up at his grandfather.
"Why is it that you can never do what you're told to do?" the old man
demanded.
"I just thought I could help, that's all."
"Did I ask for help? Do I look like an invalid?"
"There's another rock coming."
"Don't change the subject. I think you're getting above yourself, young
man."
"Grandfather!" Garion said urgently, staring at the large rock bounding
down the ravine directly for the old man's back. He threw his will under
the rock and hurled it out of the ravine.
Belgarath looked up at the stone soaring over his head. "Tacky,
Garion," he said disapprovingly, "very tacky.
You don't have to throw them all the way to Prolgu, you know. Stop
trying to show off."
"I got excited," Garion apologized. "I pushed a little too hard."
The old man grunted. "All right," he said a bit ungraciously, "as long
as you're here anyway but stick to your own rocks. I can manage mine, and
you throw me off balance when you come blundering in like that."
"I just need a little practice, that's all."
"You need some instruction in etiquette, too," Belgarath told him,
coming on down to where Garion stood. "You don't just jump in with help
until you're asked. That's very bad form, Garion."
"Another rock coming," Garion informed him politely. "Do you want to
get it or shall I?"
"Don't get snippy, young man," Belgarath told him, then turned and
flipped the approaching rock out of the ravine.
They moved on down together, taking turns on the rocks the Murgos were
rolling down the ravine. Garion discovered that it grew easier each time
he did it, but Belgarath was drenched with sweat by the time they neared
the bottom. Garion considered trying once again to slip his grandfather a
bit of assistance, but the old sorcerer glared at him so fiercely as he
started to gather in his will that he quickly abandoned the idea.
"I wondered where you'd gone," Aunt Pol said to Garion as the two
clambered out over the rocks at the mouth of the ravine to rejoin the rest
of the party. She looked closely at Belgarath. "Are you all right?" she
asked.
"I'm just fine," he snapped. "I had all this assistance - unsolicited,
of course." He glared at Garion again.