Belgarath the Sorcerer and Polgara the Sorceress: 2-Book Collection. David Eddings

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       Chapter 6

      Our Master was a long time at Prolgu, but we had more than enough to keep us occupied, and I’m certain the peoples of the other Gods were just as busy. With the possible exception of the Alorns and the Arends, war was an alien concept to most of the rest of mankind, and even those belligerent people were not very good at the kind of organization necessary to build an army. By and large, the world had been peaceful, and such fights as occasionally broke out tended to involve just a few men pounding on each other with assorted weapons which weren’t really very sophisticated. Fatalities occurred, of course, but I like to think they were accidental most of the time.

      This time was obviously going to be different. Whole races were going to be thrown at each other, and nothing had prepared us for that. We relied rather heavily on Belsambar’s knowledge of the Angaraks in the early stages of our planning. That elevated opinion of themselves which Torak had instilled in his people had made them aloof and secretive, and strangers or members of other races were not welcome in their cities. To emphasize that, Angaraks had traditionally walled in their towns. It was not so much that they anticipated war – although Torak himself probably did – but rather that they seemed to feel the need for some visible sign that they were separate from and superior to the rest of mankind.

      Beldin sat scowling at the floor after Belsambar had described the wall surrounding the city where he’d been born over a thousand years before. ‘Maybe they’ve discontinued the practice,’ he growled.

      ‘They hadn’t when I went down to have a look at them five centuries ago,’ Belzedar told him. ‘If anything, the walls around their cities were higher – and thicker.’

      Beltira shrugged. ‘What one man can build, another man can tear down.’

      ‘Not when it’s raining spears and boulders and boiling oil, he can’t,’ Beldin disagreed. ‘I think we can count on the Angaraks to pull back behind those walls when we go after them. They breed like rabbits, but they’re still going to be outnumbered, so they won’t want to meet us in open country. They’ll go into their cities, close the gates, and make us come to them. That’s an excellent way for us to get a lot of people killed. We’ve got to come up with some way to tear those walls down without throwing half of mankind at them.’

      ‘We could do it ourselves,’ Belkira suggested. ‘As I recall, you translocated a half-acre or so of rocks when you helped Belgarath build his tower.’

      ‘Those were loose rocks, brother,’ Beldin told him sourly, ‘and it was all I could do to walk the next day. Belsambar says that the Angaraks stick their walls together with mortar. We’d have to take them apart stone by stone.’

      ‘And they’d be rebuilding them as fast we tore them down,’ Belmakor added. He looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling of Belsambar’s tower where we’d gathered. Then, naturally, considering the fact that it was Belmakor, he reverted to logic. ‘First off, Beldin’s right. We can’t just swarm their cities under. The casualties would be unacceptable,’ He looked around at the rest of us. ‘Do we agree on that?’

      We all nodded.

      ‘Splendid,’ he said dryly. ‘Secondly, if we try to take down their walls with the Will and the Word, we’ll exhaust ourselves and we won’t really accomplish all that much.’

      ‘What does that leave us?’ Belzedar asked him crossly. I’d picked up a few hints from the others that Belzedar and Belmakor had argued extensively when they’d reached the lands of the Tolnedrans. Belzedar, as second disciple, had assumed that he was in charge. Belmakor, borrowing my authority, had contested that, and Beldin had backed him. Belzedar was mightily offended, I guess, and he seemed to be looking for some way to get back at Belmakor for what he felt to be his humiliation. ‘We can’t strike at Torak directly, you realize,’ he went on. ‘The only way we can hurt him enough to force him to give back the Orb is to hurt his people, and we won’t be able to hurt them if they’re hiding behind those walls.’

      ‘The situation would seem to call for something mechanical then, wouldn’t you say, old chap?’ Belmakor responded in his most urbanely off-hand tone.

      ‘Mechanical?’ Belzedar looked baffled.

      ‘Something that doesn’t bleed, old boy. Something that can reach out from beyond the range of the Angarak spears and knock down those walls.’

      ‘There isn’t any such thing,’ Belzedar scoffed.

      ‘Not yet, old chap, not yet, but I rather think Beldin and I can come up with something that’ll turn the trick.’

      I’d like to set the record straight at this point. All manner of people have tried to take credit for the invention of siege-engines. The Alorns claim it; the Arends claim it; and the Malloreans certainly claim it; but let’s give credit where credit is due. It was my brothers, Belmakor and Beldin, who built the first ones.

      This is not to say that all of their machines worked the way they were supposed to. Their first catapult flew all to pieces the first time they tried to shoot it, and their mobile battering-ram was an absolute disaster, since they couldn’t come up with a way to steer it. It tended to wander away from its intended target and mindlessly bang on unoffending trees – but I digress.

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