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."For love of my father," Brand's son confessed, tears welling up in his eyes."He was ruler here in Riva until you came.Your arrival degraded him.I couldn't bear that.Please, your Majesty, don't have me dragged to the scaffold like a common criminal.Give me the dagger and I'll bury it in my heart right here.Spare my father this last humiliation.""Don't talk nonsense," Garion told him, "and get up.You look silly down there on your knees.""Your Majesty-" Olban began to protest."Oh, be still," Garion told him irritably."Let me think for a moment." Dimly he began to see the glimmer of an idea."All right," he said finally, "this is what we're going to do.You're going to take this knife and this wool scrap down to the harbor and throw them into the sea, and then you're going to go on about your life as if this had never happened.""Your Majesty-""I'm not finished.Neither you nor I will ever speak of this again.I don't want any hysterical public confessions, and I absolutely forbid you to kill yourself.Do you understand me, Olban?"Dumbly the young man nodded."I need your father's help too much to have this come out or for him to be distracted by personal tragedy.This did not happen, and that's an end of it.Take these and get out of my sight." He shoved the knife and the wool scrap into Olban's hands.He was suddenly infuriated.The weeks of looking nervously over his shoulder had all been so unnecessary - so useless."Oh, one other thing, Olban," he added as the stricken young Rivan turned to leave."Don't throw any more knives at me.If you want to fight, let me know, and we'll go someplace private and cut each other to ribbons, if that's what you want."Olban fled sobbing."Very well done, Belgarion, " the dry voice complimented him."Oh, shut up," Garion said.He slept very little that night.He had a few doubts about the wisdom of the course he had taken with Olban; but on the whole, he was satisfied that what he had done had been right.Olban's act had been no more than an impulsive attempt to erase what he believed to be his father's degradation.There had been no plot involved in it.Olban might resent Garion's magnanimous gesture, but he would not throw any more daggers at his king's back.What disturbed Garion's sleep the most during that restless night was Belgarath's bleak appraisal of the war upon which they were about to embark.He slept briefly on toward dawn and awoke from a dreadful nightmare with icy sweat standing out on his forehead.He had just seen himself, old and weary, leading a pitifully small army of ragged, gray-haired men into a battle they could not possibly win."There's an alternative, of cours - if you've recovered enough from your bout of peevishness to listen,"the voice in his mind advised him as he sat bolt upright and trembling in his bed."What?" Garion answered aloud."Oh, that - I'm sorry I spoke that way.I was irritated, that's all.""In many ways you're like Belgamth - remarkably - so his irritability seems to be hereditary.""It's only natural, I suppose," Garion conceded."You said there was an alternative.An alternative to what?""To this war that's giving you nightmares.Get dressed I want to show you something "Garion climbed out of his bed and hastily jerked on his clothing."Where are we going?" he asked, still speaking aloud."It isn't far,"The room to which the other awareness directed him was musty and showed little evidence of use.The books and scrolls lining the shelves along its walls were dust-covered, and cobwebs draped the corners.Garion's lone candle cast looming shadows that seemed to dance along the walls."On the top shelf, " the voice told him."The scroll wrapped in yellow linen.Take it down."Garion climbed up on a chair and took down the scroll."What is this?" he asked."The Mrin Codex, Take off the cover and start unrolling it.I'll tell you when to stop."It took Garion a moment or two to get the knack of unrolling the bottom of the scroll with one hand and rolling up the top with the other."There," the voice said."That's the passage.Read it."Garion struggled over the words.The script was spidery, and he still did not read very well."It doesn't make any sense," he complained."The man who wrote it down was insane, " the voice apologized, "and he was an imbecile besides, but he was all I had to work with.Try it again but loud "Garion read: "Behold, it shall come to pass that in a certain moment, that which must be and that which must not be shall meet, and in that meeting shall be decided all that has gone before and all that will come after.Then will the Child of Light and the Child of Dark face each other in the broken tomb, and the stars will shudder and grow dim." Garion's voice trailed off."It still doesn't make any sense," he objected."It's a bit obscure,"the voice admitted."As I said, the man who wrote it was insane.I put the ideas there, but he used his own words to express them
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