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"What am I supposed to do?" Garion's tone was just a trifle sullen

"You can start here," the oldone hand to indicate all the dusty books and silk-wrapped scrolls "This is perhaps one of the world's best collections of prophecy -western prophecy at least It doesn't include the Oracles of the Mallorean Grolims, of course, or the collection that Ctuchik had at Rak Cthol or the secret books of those people at Kell, but it's a place to start I want you to read your way through this -all of it- and see if you can find out anything at all about this Zandramas Make a note of every reference to 'the Child of Dark' Most of theht be sohtly "While you're at it, keep an eye out for anything that has to do with so Sardius"

"What's that?"

"I don't know Beldin ran across the terht not"

Garion looked around the library, his face blanching slightly "Are you telling me that this is all prophecy?"

"Of course not A lot of it -s of assorted madmen, all faithfully written down"

"Why would anybody want to write dohat crazy people say?"

"Because the Mrin Codex is precisely that, the ravings of a lunatic The Mrin prophet was so crazy that he had to be chained up A lot of very conscientious people went out after he died and wrote down the gibberish of every ht be prophecy hidden in it somewhere"

"How do I tell the difference?"

"I'm not really sure Maybe after you've read them all, you'll be able to come up with a way to separate them If you do, let us know It could save us all a lot of time"

Garion looked around the library in dismay "But, Grandfather," he protested, "this could take years!"

"You'd probably better get started then, hadn't you? Try to concentrate on things that are supposed to happen after the death of Torak We're all fairly fas that led up to that"

"Grandfather, I'?"

"Don't," Belgarath told him firmly "Like it or not, Garion, you're one of us You have the saht as well get used to the idea that the whole world depends on you -and you also et that you ever heard the words, 'why me?' That's the objection of a child, and you're a man now" Then the old man turned and looked very hard at Errand "And what are you doing mixed up in all of this?" he asked

"I'm not sure," Errand replied calmly "We'll probably have to wait and see, won't we?"

That afternoon Errand was alone with Polgara in the war room She sat by the fire with her favorite blue robe about her and her feet on a carpeted footstool She held an e softly as her needle flashed in the golden firelight Errand sat in the leather-covered ar her as she sewed

One of the things he loved about her was her ability to radiate a kind of caled in simple domestic tasks At such quiet tiirl who served as Polgara's ara," she said with a little curtsy, "My Lord Brand asks if he ara replied, laying aside her eara tended to call all young people "dear,"it