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Polgara the Sorceress
David Eddings
Leigh Eddings
The last and most amazing volume in the legendary Belgariad series: the story of the queen of truth, love, rage and destiny, Polgara the Sorceress.The queen of truth, love, rage and destiny reveals all.Polgara the Sorceress is the crowning achievement of the great fantasy epic which began with The Belgariad and continued with The Malloreon. Once again David and Leigh Eddings display the epic imagination, humour, and storytelling power which have made this series the most popular fantasy of modern times. In the story of Polgara, a beautiful woman whose constancy and inner power have been the foundation of all the luck and love that have saved the world, the full truth of The Belgariad is revealed.
Polgara the Sorceress
David and Leigh Eddings
Copyright (#ulink_f8965e76-3e93-5f4d-b27c-77d2e819766d)
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work fo the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Dedication (#ulink_1537c3b4-20aa-5910-a986-8c2471f6bb0b)
And finally, after fifteen years, this book is dedicated to our readers. It’s been a long journey, hasn’t it? It’s been quite a project for us, and your patience and enthusiasm have helped us more than you can imagine. Thank you for your fortitude, and we hope that what we’ve done pleases you.
Warmly,
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Table of Contents
Title Page (#u9cbf0024-7af7-5a09-93eb-9c73f09b6b39)
Copyright (#u9cd9dc36-6d1b-51b1-8506-18dd6d41cc67)
Dedication (#u8575810e-bfe6-5d7c-a6cf-1befc3f7a152)
Prologue (#u8984c957-6023-5cd5-ae1d-d242d35858f8)
Part One: Beldaran (#ucde98bf4-59bc-5d31-a8d9-6accfb7c7e48)
Chapter 1 (#u77f19589-82e5-5392-b8f1-34eaf92c84e1)
Chapter 2 (#ud0f9e239-d8d5-504e-ba09-f1a2e887c11a)
Chapter 3 (#u930a73dc-e483-57cd-b77f-c1a9df4216c0)
Chapter 4 (#u08e041e4-b0e0-58cd-8cb6-d9bc5d9abc9d)
Chapter 5 (#uefe20833-b975-559a-815a-cc553deec09d)
Part Two: Father (#u304627f2-3b5d-518d-806f-30c371c9122a)
Chapter 6 (#u2568ae7e-9135-52bc-905b-9464537554c5)
Chapter 7 (#ub7add220-74f4-5e44-9682-51ee8dd8915d)
Chapter 8 (#u6e9165ba-bdfc-5d16-a8f7-43e5586e78cf)
Chapter 9 (#uc34cb8f3-7870-580b-8505-f85bdf40cc71)
Chapter 10 (#u89b3ea94-42ff-5646-ac48-1c41ecb28929)
Chapter 11 (#u52f73be4-96e2-5e1d-8258-6c95761e6ce8)
Part Three: Vo Wacune (#ub261e42e-d4f0-51cf-b754-fc412be46242)
Chapter 12 (#u3df61f94-0d48-549e-8bed-f9422de8b8e7)
Chapter 13 (#uce09b2c8-6b10-5b80-ad8e-9b56c8b64074)
Chapter 14 (#u6c3836f8-94f1-54e0-9766-28d467161df8)
Chapter 15 (#u0669d0a2-0516-5fc6-bea1-32e4a3a5da16)
Chapter 16 (#u387040af-1d65-5c70-896a-ccbfdeca001f)
Part Four: Ontrose (#ueeb100ba-5a25-543b-bbeb-aa859073724e)
Chapter 17 (#uf594292b-7996-5674-a45d-0ad0204217c8)
Chapter 18 (#ua1b27b5f-68ad-5dbb-976c-bebbe177f572)
Chapter 19 (#uc4ffb820-922a-58ec-81ba-fd648e804bed)
Chapter 20 (#u31456916-c606-5a8d-9b1b-8a5fe9b0ffdd)
Chapter 21 (#uddfee35a-c1f3-5131-872b-4d4e1de7d263)
Chapter 22 (#u5a0cdf76-e870-5d3e-a458-b2126223dd39)
Part Five: Geran (#uf50fc4bb-49f7-5838-bfa2-52f6652f7cec)
Chapter 23 (#uc0828677-d07d-5c40-84e1-b926bb4301ac)
Chapter 24 (#u55e49ad2-ad54-5c6c-9bd1-92b0dd5de966)
Chapter 25 (#u21e178a9-02be-5ba1-8646-9b2ce9b8db40)
Chapter 26 (#ud928eca7-879c-5608-b9b8-b791b629cf1d)
Chapter 27 (#uc4c32dd9-9836-5421-82ab-a20213b62ffe)
Chapter 28 (#u108a3e44-bc23-53af-ba82-cce74c3913bc)
Part Six: Vo Mimbre (#uf24ce912-fe2a-57bc-8e47-2f74dad2235c)
Chapter 29 (#u2d6a68df-8b3c-5633-b2d7-c597df361374)
Chapter 30 (#u045f9f51-c77b-54a3-8d29-21009b3028f0)
Chapter 31 (#u502f13ca-3148-50ee-ad7c-9c1b5e99925f)
Chapter 32 (#ud9b049fa-ac7a-56f2-8450-adb68bf9c48d)
Chapter 33 (#u903153dd-dcf5-5acb-86ff-2e6799658f99)
Part Seven: Annath (#ue44d9234-6665-5caf-8510-84df892dd121)
Chapter 34 (#u5d78d7d9-4ebd-5908-b69e-60a190fb8c9a)
Chapter 35 (#u6dac7081-b98f-5c19-892b-3acb7af9a3d1)
Chapter 36 (#ud5662d64-f4bd-530e-a142-790375e575be)
Chapter 37 (#u382f1fbd-8cad-52cb-96df-4d2ac915266c)
Chapter 38 (#u8e8993f4-ac2f-5ec5-a59b-1b85320d72e1)
Chapter 39 (#uae9546ad-e080-5d0b-8368-34befd7775aa)
Chapter 40 (#u89d9f4a1-83f4-5d5e-a941-d775d90e970a)
Chapter 41 (#u45079aa4-ec90-5ac0-a795-c2a5e296426a)
Epilogue (#ua4325e27-1e1b-5be6-a98c-b1c5e426cd24)
Keep Reading (#u7e0751bf-72a8-5320-9a0f-19e2621083c7)
About the Author (#uae45ed31-104c-5b04-aefa-fb22e1c0b7c4)
By David Eddings (#uc7670d37-b2d7-51b3-8f28-c71ea3a15a26)
About the Publisher (#u61c548c2-d62f-51f0-9de0-3da2d7590cf0)
Prologue (#ulink_fe2b38fa-0f17-5414-9c0b-33bdaa321b80)
KAIL, THE RIVAN WARDER, objected strenuously when King Belgarion told him that he and his queen planned to make the journey to the northern end of the Vale of Aldur unattended, but Garion uncharacteristically put his foot down. ‘It’s a family gathering, Kail. Ce’Nedra and I don’t need a cluster of servants underfoot. They’d just be in the way.’
‘But it’s dangerous, your Majesty.’
‘I rather doubt that anything’ll turn up that I can’t handle, old friend,’ Garion told him. ‘We’re going alone.’ The Rivan Queen was a bit startled by the firmness in Garion’s voice.
Then there was the argument about fur. Queen Ce’Nedra was Tolnedran by birth and Dryad by heritage. Those backgrounds were both southern, and the notion of wearing animal skins made Ce’Nedra’s flesh creep. Garion, however, was at least partially Alorn, and he’d traveled extensively in the north in the winter-time. ‘You’re going to wear fur, Ce’Nedra,’ he adamantly told his tiny wife, ‘because if you don’t, we aren’t going anywhere until the weather warms up.’ Garion seldom delivered ultimatums to her, and Ce’Nedra was shrewd enough not to argue about the matter any further. She obediently dressed herself in Alorn fur garments, spoke at some length with the nurse who would oversee the royal children during her absence, and then she and her husband left the Isle of the Winds aboard the disreputable Captain Greldik’s dubious ship on the morning tide.
They purchased horses and supplies in Camaar and set out toward the east. The regularly spaced Tolnedran hostels along the highway to Muros provided adequate lodgings each night, but after Muros, they were largely on their own. The Rivan King, however, had spent a great deal of time living out in the open, and his little wife was forced to concede that he was adequate when the time came to set up camp.
The Rivan Queen was realistic enough to know just how ridiculous she looked while gathering firewood in those camps. The bulky fur garments she wore gave her a roly-poly appearance, her flaming red hair streamed down her back, and because of her size she could only carry a few sticks at a time. The unwanted image of a red-haired beaver trudging through the snow came to her quite often.
The snow was deep in the Sendarian mountains, and it seemed to Ce’Nedra that her feet would never be warm again. She could not give her husband the satisfaction of admitting that, however. This trek was her idea, after all, and she’d have sooner died than admit that it might have been a mistake.
Ce’Nedra was like that sometimes.
It was snowing lightly and was bitterly cold when they came down out of the mountains and rode south across the snowy plains of Algaria. Although it definitely went against the grain to confess it, even privately, Ce’Nedra was actually glad that her husband had been so insistent about fur clothing.
And then as a chill evening was settling over southern Algaria and when lowering clouds were spitting tiny pellets of snow, they topped a rise and saw the little valley on the northern edge of the Vale of Aldur where Poledra’s cottage and the surrounding outbuildings lay. The cottage had been there for eons, of course, but the barns and sheds were Durnik’s additions, and they gave the place the appearance of a Sendarian farmstead.
Ce’Nedra wasn’t really interested in comparative architecture at that point, however. All she really wanted to do was to get in out of the cold. ‘Do they know that we’re coming?’ she asked her husband, her breath steaming in the biting cold.
‘Yes,’ Garion replied. ‘I told Aunt Pol that we were on the way a couple of days ago.’
‘Sometimes you’re a very useful fellow to have around, your Majesty,’ Ce’Nedra smiled.
‘Your Majesty is too kind.’ His reply was a bit flippant.
‘Oh, Garion.’ They both laughed as they pushed on down the hill.
The cottage – they’d always called it that, though in actuality it was growing to be a fairly large house – nestled at the side of an ice-bound little stream, and the snow was piled up to the bottom of the windows. There was a kind of golden invitation about the way the soft lamplight spilled out across the snow, and the column of blue smoke from the central chimney rose straight up toward the threatening sky. The Rivan Queen definitely approved of that indication that warmth and comfort were no more than a quarter mile away.
And then the low door opened, and Durnik stepped out into the dooryard. ‘What kept you?’ he called up to them. ‘We were expecting you along about noon.’
‘We hit some deep snow,’ Garion called back. ‘It was slow going there for a while.’
‘Hurry on down, Garion. Let’s get Ce’Nedra in out of the cold.’ What a dear man he was!
