章 8: the belgariad pawn of prophecy 8
And then the old man fell silent and let his mantle drop from about his shoulders, signifying that his story was at an end.
There was a long silence in the hall, broken only by a few faint
cracks from the dying fire and the endless song of frogs and crickets in
the summer night outside.
Finally Faldor cleared his throat and rose, his bench scraping loudly
on the wooden floor. "You have done us much honor tonight, my old
friend," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "This is an event we
will remember all our lives. You have told us a kingly story, not
usually wasted on ordinary people."
The old man grinned then, his blue eyes twinkling. "I haven't
consorted with many kings of late, Faldor." He laughed. "They all seem
to be too busy to listen to the old tales, and a story must be told from
time to time if it is not to be lost-besides, who knows these days
where a king might be hiding?"
They all laughed at that and began to push back their benches, for it
was growing late and time for those who must be up with the first light
of the sun to seek their beds.
"Will you carry a lantern for me to the place where I sleep, boy?" the storyteller asked Garion.
"Gladly," Garion said, jumping up and running into the kitchen. He
fetched down a square glass lantern, lighted the candle inside it from
one of the banked kitchen fires, and went back into the dining hall.
Faldor was speaking with the storyteller. As he turned away, Garion
saw a strange look pass between the old man and Aunt Pol, who still
stood at the back of the hall.
"Are we ready then, boy?" the old man asked as Garion came up to him.
"Whenever you are," Garion replied, and the two of them turned and left the hall.
"Why is the story unfinished?" Garion asked, bursting with curiosity.
"Why did you stop before we found out what happened when Torak met the
Rivan King?"
"That's another story," the old man explained.
"Will you tell it to me sometime?" Garion pressed.
The old man laughed. "Torak and the Rivan King have not as yet met,"
he said, "so I can't very well tell it, can I?-at least not until after
their meeting."
"It's only a story," Garion objected. "Isn't it?"
"Is it?" The old man removed a flagon of wine from under his tunic
and took a long drink. "Who is to say what is only a story and what is
truth disguised as a story?"
"It's only a story," Garion said stubbornly, suddenly feeling very
hardheaded and practical like any good Sendar."It can't really be true.
Why, Belgarath the Sorcerer would be - would be I don't know how old -
and people don't live that long."
"Seven thousand years," the old man said.
"What?"
"Belgarath the Sorcerer is seven thousand years old - perhaps a bit older."
"That's impossible," Garion said.
"Is it? How old are you?"
"Nine-next Erastide."
"And in nine years you've learned everything that's both possible and impossible? You're a remarkable boy, Garion."
Garion flushed. "Well," he said, somehow not quite so sure of
himself, "the oldest man I ever heard of is old Weldrik over on
Mildrin's farm. Durnik says he's over ninety and that he's the oldest
man in the district."
"And it's a very big district, of course," the old man said solemnly.
"How old are you?" Garion asked, not wanting to give up.
"Old enough, boy," the old man said.
"It's still only a story," Garion insisted.
"Many good and solid men would say so," the old man told him, looking
up at the stars, "good men who will live out their lives believing only
in what they can see and touch. But there's a world beyond what we can
see and touch, and that world lives by its own laws. What may be
impossible in this very ordinary world is very possible there, and
sometimes the boundaries between the two worlds disappear, and then who
can say what is possible and impossible?"
"I think I'd rather live in the ordinary world," Garion said. "The other one sounds too complicated."
"We don't always have that choice, Garion," the storyteller told him.
"Don't be too surprised if that other world someday chooses you to do
something that must be done - some great and noble thing."
"Me?" Garion said incredulously.
"Stranger things have happened. Go to bed, boy. I think I'll look at
the stars for a while. The stars and I are very old friends."
"The stars?" Garion asked, looking up involuntarily. "You're a very strange old man - if you don't mind my saying so."
"Indeed," the storyteller agreed. "Quite the strangest you'll likely meet."
"I like you all the same," Garion said quickly, not wanting to give offense.
"That's a comfort, boy," the old man said. "Now go to bed. Your Aunt Pol will be worried about you."
Later, as he slept, Garion's dreams were troubled. The dark figure of
maimed Torak loomed in the shadows, and monstrous things pursued him
across twisted landscapes where the possible and the impossible merged
and joined as that other world reached out to claim him.
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SOME FEW MORNINGS later, when Aunt Pol had begun to scowl at his
continued lurking in her kitchen, the old man made excuse of some errand
to the nearby village of Upper Gralt."Good," Aunt Pol said, somewhat
ungraciously. "At least my pantries will be safe while you're gone."
He bowed mockingly, his eyes twinkling. "Do you need anything,
Mistress Pol?" he asked. "Some trifling thing I might purchase for you -
as long as I'm going anyway?"
Aunt Pol thought a moment. "Some of my spice pots are a bit low," she
said, "and there's a Tolnedran spice merchant in Fennel Lane just south
of the Town Tavern. I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding the
tavern."
"The trip is likely to be dry," the old man admitted pleasantly. "And
lonely, too. Ten leagues with no one to talk to is a long way."
"Talk to the birds," Aunt Pol suggested bluntly.
"Birds listen well enough," the old man said, "but their speech is
repetitious and quickly grows tiresome. Why don't I take the boy along
for company?"
Garion held his breath.
"He's picking up enough bad habits on his own," Aunt Pol said tartly. "I'd prefer his not having expert instruction."
"Why, Mistress Pol," the old man objected, stealing a cruller almost
absently, "you do me an injustice. Besides, a change will do the boy
good - broaden his horizons, you might say."
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