POLGARA THE SORCERESS BY DAVID EDDINGS

ready.’

‘Ready for what?’

,Torak’s coming. He’s left Ashaba, and he’s on his way to Mal Zeth.

He’ll set aside the current king and assume total control of all of Mallorea.

Then he’ll come west to reclaim the Orb.’

‘How much time have we got?’

‘Probably not enough. You’ll lose more than your share of battles, but

that won’t matter. This is one of those things that have to be settled by

an EVENT. The Child of Light and the Child of Dark will meet in Arendia.’

‘Is Darel the Child of Light?’

‘No. The EVENT that involves Torak and the Rivan King’s still quite

a ways off.’

‘Well, who is the Child of Light?’

‘At the moment, I am.’

‘You?’

‘I won’t be the one who meets Torak in Arendia, though, and neither

will Darel. We’re involved in a series of EVENTS that’re preparing the

way-for the major one.’

‘Must you be so cryptic, mother?’ I asked with some asperity.

‘Yes, actually I must. If you know too much, you’ll do things differently

from the way you’re supposed to do them. Let’s not tamper with this, Pol.

This isn’t a good Place-for unrestrained creativity.’

And then she was gone.

An eclipse, that unnatural night at high noon, is normally followed

by an equally unnatural-seeming brightness when the sun returns.

The eclipse of 4850 was different. It didn’t get light again after the

eclipse had passed because thick, heavy clouds had rolled in while

the sun had been blotted out. Then it started to rain.

And it rained off and on for the next twenty-five years.

A day or so after ‘Torak’s Eclipse’, I sent my thought down to

the twins in their tower in the Vale. Perhaps I should note in passing

that I’m far more proficient in this mode of communication than

the rest of my family because I’ve had more practice. I did, as you’ll

recall, run my duchy from mother’s cottage following the fall of Vo

wacune. I kept malon Killaneson hopping during those years, so

I’m almost as good at thinking to people as I am at talking to them.

‘Uncles,’ I said to get the twins’ attention, ‘where’s my father?’

‘We haven’t heard from him, Pol,’ Belkira replied.

‘He’s probably running around warning everybody,’ Beltira added.

Wasn’t the eclipse spectacular?’

‘So’s the eruption of a volcano – or a tidal wave,’ I replied drily. ‘If

the Old Wolf happens to check in with you, tell him that I need to talk

with him – soon.’

‘We’ll pass it on, Pol,’ Belkira promised.

‘I’d appreciate it.

The months rolled by, however. and there was still no word from

my vagrant father. I started to grow irritated with him.

Then in the spring of 4851, Darel’s heart stopped beating while

he was hammering at a piece of white-hot steel in his smithy. I’ve

always taken these sudden heart stoppages as some kind of personal

insult. There aren’t enough overt symptoms in advance to let you

know that they’re coming. If the victim survives the first attack. a

physician can do things to prevent or delay the second. All too often,

however, the first one is fatal. What appears to be a perfectly normal,

healthy person simply dies in his tracks, and he’s dead before he

hits the floor. It’s only then. in retrospect. that the physician realizes

that there’ve been quite a number of subtle warnings that are so

ordinary that they’ve been overlooked. I’d assumed that Darel had

a red face because of the heat of his forge, and the fact that his left

arm sometimes ached wasn’t remarkable, because his right arm also

ached. He was a blacksmith, after all. and you don’t spend your

days pounding on hot steel without earning a few aches and pains.

There was absolutely nothing I could do. and the frustration of

that drove me almost wild.

Adana and Carel. who was ten at the time, were absolutely

devastated by Darel’s death. The only good thing about a lingering illness

lies in the fact that it prepares the family for the inevitable. Part of

the tragedy of the death of a craftsman in most societies lies in the

fact that his widow and orphans are not only bereaved but also

immediately cast into poverty. With no money coming in, they

frequently descend to the status of beggars at the local church door.

My secret hoard of inconvenient money suddenly stopped being

. Inconvenient. We were able to keep our house on the outskirts of

Aldurford. and we ate regularly.

I’m sure that I profoundly disappointed several budding

entrepreneurs in Aldurford by laughing in their faces when they made offers

to buy Darel’s smithy. There are people in this world who are ye

much like vultures. They hover over death-beds drooling in

anticipation

. Then, when the new widow is virtually out of her mind with

grief, they make ridiculously low offers for the family business. The

vultures of Aldurford got a quick lesson in civil behavior when they

came swooping in this time, however. I told them quite casually that

I wasn’t interested in selling the smithy and that I was seriously

thinking about expanding the business. By now I was conversant with

almost all useful trades and crafts, so I talked of furniture marts,

clothing shops, bakeries, and butcher shops – all attached to the smithy.

‘it’d be so much more convenient for the people of Aldurford, don’t

you think?’I suggested brightly. ‘They wouldn’t have to spend whole

days wandering around town to buy what they needed. They could

do all their shopping – and buying – in one place.’

The local tradesmen all turned pale at the thought of that kind

of well-organized competition, so they formed a kind of consortium,

pooled their cash reserves, and bought me out at about three times

what the smithy was worth.

I love to do that to people who think they’re more clever than I am.

It’s so much fun to watch that look of condescending superiority

melt off their faces to be replaced by stark terror.

Finally, in the early summer of 4852, father spoke briefly with the

twins and asked them to advise me that he was preparing to honor

me with a visit. Between the time when he spoke with them and

the time they finally passed the word to me, they evidently were

permitted to make a breakthrough in one of the murkier passages

of the Mrin. When they told me that Brand would be the Child of

Light in the meeting in Arendia, I was just a bit put out with mother

for being so cryptic about it during the eclipse. What had been the

point? I was going to find out anyway, so why had she worked so

hard to hide it from me? I suspected that her reasons may have

been obscurely wolfish.

It took father about two weeks to finally get around to stopping

by in Aldurford. and I was just a bit short with him when he finally

arrived. It seemed that my whole family was getting some kind of

vast entertainment out of keeping me in the dark.

The sky had temporarily cleared, and it was bright blue as father

and I walked down to the river and on out past the last house in

Aldurford. The sun was very bright, and a breeze rippled the surface

Of the water. ‘I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself, father,’ I said.

I’ll admit that I was just a bit spiteful about it.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘It’s been two years since the eclipse, Old Man,’ I pointed out. I

hadn’t realized just how far down I was on your list of priorities.’

‘Don’t get your nose out of joint, Pol,’ he told me. ‘You know

how to move at a moment’s notice. Other people take quite a bit

longer. I wanted to get them moving before I came here. I wasn’t

deliberately ignoring you.’

I turned that over a few times, trying to find something wrong

with it. Then I gave up on that. ‘The twins asked me to pass

something on,’ I told him.

‘Oh?’

‘Brand’s the one who’s going to meet Torak when this all comes

to a head in Arendia.’

‘Brand?’

‘That’s what the Mrin says.’ Then I quoted the obscure passage

to him.

‘That’s ridiculous!’ he fumed. ‘Brand can’t take up Riva’s sword.

The Orb won’t permit it. Give me your hand, Pol. You and I need

to talk with the twins. I want some clarifications, and I think you’d

better hear it too.’ Father absolutely refuses to admit that I’m much

better at communicating with others over long distances than he is.

He can be such a little boy sometimes.

The twins were having a great deal of difficulty with the Mrin,

so about the best they could do was to give us a sketchy sort of

outline of what we were supposed to do.

‘Absolutely out of the question!’ I responded when Beltira told me

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