Part 26 (1/2)
”I should have thought that would be obvious by now. I told you once about the two possible destinies coming together finally. You and Torak - the Child of Light and the Child of Dark - embody those destinies.”
”But Torak's asleep.”
”Not any more. When you first put your hand on the Orb, the touch signalled his awakening. Even now he stirs on the edge of awareness, and his hand fumbles for the hilt of Cthrek-Goru, his black sword.”
Garion went very cold. ”Are you trying to say that I'm supposed to fight Torak? Alone?”
”It's going to happen, Belgarion. The universe itself rushes toward it. You can gather an army if you want, but your army - or Torak's - won't mean anything. As the Codex says, everything will be decided when you finally meet him. In the end, you'll face each other alone. That's what I meant by an alternative.”
”What you're trying to say is that I'm just supposed to go off alone and find him and fight him?” Garion demanded incredulously.
”Approximately, yep ”
”I won't do it.”
”That's up to you. ”
Garion struggled with it. ”If I take an army, I'll just get a lot of people killed, and it won't make any difference in the end anyway?”
”Not the least bit. In the end it will just be you, Torak, Cthrek-Goru, and the sword of the Rivan King. ”
”Don't I have any choice at all?”
”None whatsoever. ”
”Do I have to go alone?” Garion asked plaintively.
”It doesn't say that.”
”Could I take one or two people with me?”
”That's your decision, Belgarion. Just don't forget to take your sword ”
He thought about it for the rest of the day. In the end his choice was obvious. As evening settled over the gray city of Riva, he sent for Belgarath and Silk. There were some problems involved, he knew, but there was no one else he could rely on. Even if his power were diminished, Belgarath's wisdom made Garion not even want to consider the undertaking without him. And Silk, of course, was just as essential. Garion reasoned that his own increasing talent for sorcery could see them through any difficulties if Belgarath should falter, and Silk could probably find ways to avoid most of the serious confrontations. Garion was confident that the three of them would be able to cope with whatever arose - until they found Torak. He didn't want to think about what might happen then.
When the two of them arrived, the young king was staring out the window with haunted eyes.
”You sent for us?” Silk asked.
”I have to make a journey,” Garion replied in a scarcely audible voice.
”What's bothering you?” Belgarath said. ”You look a bit sick.”
”I just found out what it is that I'm supposed to do, Grandfather.”
”Who told you?”
”He did.”
Belgarath pursed his lips. ”A bit premature, perhaps,” he suggested. ”I was going to wait a while longer, but I have to a.s.sume he knows what he's doing.”
”Who is this we're talking about?” Silk asked.
”Garion has a periodic visitor,” the old man answered. ”A rather special visitor.”
”That's a singularly unenlightening response, old friend.”
”Are you sure you really want to know?”
”Yes,” Silk replied, ”I think I do. I get the feeling that I'm going to be involved in it.”
”You're aware of the Prophecy?”
”Naturally.”
”It appears that the Prophecy is a bit more than a statement about the future. It seems to be able to take a hand in things from time to time. It speaks to Garion on occasion.”
Silk's eyes narrowed as he thought about that. ”All right,” he said finally.
”You don't seem surprised.”
The rat-faced little man laughed. ”Belgarath, nothing about this whole thing surprises me any more.”
Belgarath turned back to Garion. ”Exactly what did he tell you?”
”He showed me the Mrin Codex. Have you ever read it?”
”From end to end and backward and forward - even from side to side a couple of times. Which part did he show you?”
”The part about the meeting of the Child of Light and the Child of Dark.”
”Oh,” Belgarath said. ”I was afraid it might have been that part. Did he explain it?”
Dumbly, Garion nodded.
”Well,” the old man said with a penetrating look, ”now you know the worst. What are you going to do about it?”
”He gave me a couple of alternatives,” Garion said. ”I can wait until we get an army together, and we can go off and fight back and forth with the Angaraks for generations. That's one way, isn't it?”
Belgarath nodded.
”Of course that will get millions of people killed for nothing, won't it?”
The old man nodded again.
Garion drew in a deep breath. ”Or,” he continued, ”I can go off by myself and find Torak - wherever he is - and try to kill him.”