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Queen of Sorcery

Queen of Sorcery

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Autoren: David Eddings
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this requires. If you don't want to do it willingly, then we'll have to do it the other way. Think about it, dear, and make up your mind - but don't take too long. It's too important to be put off. "She reached out and gently touched his cheek; then she turned and walked away.
    "She's right, you know, " the voice in his mind told him.
    "You stay out of this, " Garion said.
    In the days that followed, he avoided Aunt Pol as much as possible, but he could not avoid her eyes. Wherever he went on the narrow ship, he knew that she was watching him, her eyes calm, speculative.
    Then, at breakfast on the third day out, she looked at his face rather closely as if noticing something for the first time. "Garion," she said, "you're starting to look shaggy. Why don't you shave?"
    Garion blushed furiously and put his fingers to his chin. There were definitely whiskers there - downy, soft, more like fuzz than bristles, but whiskers all the same.
    "Thou art truly approaching manhood, young Garion," Mandorallen assured him rather approvingly.
    "The decision doesn't have to be made immediately, Polgara," Barak said, stroking his own luxuriant red beard. "Let the whiskers grow for awhile. If they don't turn out well, he can always shave them off later."
    "I think your neutrality in the matter is suspect, Barak," Hettar remarked. "Don't most Chereks wear beards?"
    "No razor's ever touched my face," Barak admitted. "But I just don't think it's the sort of thing to rush into. It's very hard to stick whiskers back on if you decide later that you wanted to keep them after all."
    "I think they're kind of funny," Ce'Nedra said. Before Garion could stop her, she reached out two tiny fingers and tugged the soft down on his chin. He winced and blushed again.
    "They come off," Aunt Pol ordered firmly.
    Wordlessly, Durnik went below decks. When he came back, he carried a basin, a chunk of brown-colored soap, a towel, and a fragment of mirror. "It isn't really hard, Garion," he said, putting the things on the table in front of the young man. Then he took a neatly folded razor out of a case at his belt. "You just have to be careful not to cut yourself, that's all. The whole secret is not to rush."
    "Pay close attention when you're near your nose," Hettar advised. "A man looks very strange without a nose."
    The shaving proceeded with a great deal of advice, and on the whole it did not turn out too badly. Most of the bleeding stopped after a few minutes, and, aside from the fact that his face felt as if it had been peeled, Garion was quite satisfied with the results.
    "Much better," Aunt Pol said.
    "He'll catch cold in his face now," Barak predicted.
    "Will you stop that?" she told him.
    The coast of Nyissa slid by on their left, a blank wall of tangled vegetation, festooned with creepers and long tatters of moss. Occasional eddies in the breeze brought the foul reek of the swamps out to the ship. Garion and Ce'Nedra stood together in the prow of the ship, looking toward the jungle.
    "What are those?" Garion asked, pointing at some large things with legs slithering around on a mud bank along a stream that emptied into the sea.
    "Crocodiles," Ce'Nedra answered.
    "What's a crocodile?"
    "A big lizard," she said.
    "Are they dangerous?"
    "Very dangerous. They eat people. Haven't you ever read about them?"
    "I can't read," Garion admitted without thinking.
    "What?"
    "I can't read," Garion repeated. "Nobody ever taught me how."
    "That's ridiculous!"
    "It's not my fault," he said defensively.
    She looked at him thoughtfully. She had seemed almost half afraid of him since the meeting with Chamdar, and her insecurity had probably been increased by the fact that, on the whole, she had not treated him very well. Her first assumption that he was only a servant boy had gotten their whole relationship off on the wrong foot, but she was far too proud to admit that initial mistake. Garion could almost hear the little wheels clicking around in her head. "Would you like to have me teach you how?" she offered. It was probably the closest thing he'd ever get to an apology from her.
    "Would it take very long?"
    "That depends on how clever you are."
    "When do you think we could start?"
    She frowned. "I've got a couple of books, but we'll need something to write on."
    "I don't know that I need to learn how to write," he said. "Reading 'ought to be enough for right now."
    She laughed. "They're the same thing, you goose."
    "I didn't know that," Garion said, flushing slightly.

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