All I Knew Was That I Would

What Happened To Your Foot?" "i Had A Little Disagreement With An Eagle --stupid Birds, Eagles. He Couldn't Tell The Difference Between A Hawk And A Pigeon. I Had To Educate Him. He Bit Me While I Was Tearing Out A Sizable Number Of His Wing Feathers." "uncle," Polgara Said Reproachfully. "he Started It.

Heroes Aren't Allowed To Be Nervous." "who Made Up That Rule?" "it's A Known Fact.

Durnik Needs A Tower Somewhere In The Vale," Belgarath Was Saying. "i Don't See Why, Father," Polgara Replied. "all Of Aldur's Disciples Have Towers, Pol. It's The Custom." "old Customs Persist --even When There's No Longer Any Need For Them." "he's Going To Need To Study, Pol. How Can He Possibly Study With You Underfoot All The Time?" She Gave Him A Long, Chilly Stare. "maybe I Should Rephrase That.

The First Thing The Boy Garion Remembered Was The Kitchen At Faldor's Farm. For All The Rest Of His Life He Had A Special Warm Feeling For Kitchens And Those Peculiar Sounds And Smells That Seemed Somehow To Combine Into A Bustling Seriousness That Had To Do With Love And Food And Comfort And Security And, Above All, Home. No Matter How High Garion Rose In Life, He Never Forgot That All His Memories Began In That Kitchen.

Someday You'll Have To Show Me How You Did That," Asharak Was Saying. "i Found The Experience Interesting. My Horse Had Hysterics, However." "my Apologies To Your Horse.