Polgara gazed at Riva in anguish, "Forgive me," She said, "I was not
myself. But," She
searched for words that never came.
Beldaran was there suddenly. "Pol," She said, "there is nothing to forgive. You were not
yourself, you were Darkness. It wasn't you fault."
Polgara shed a tear, "Beldaran, what would I ever do without you?" She cried, falling into
her sister's embrace.
They were on the road to Riva, and all were worn out of the past week.
Belgarath ordered them on their horses, and rode on ahead with Beldin. Riva helped his
wife on his saddle, and got on behind her as Polgara mounted her own white mare.
"Polgara," Riva said in his deep voice, "I agree with Beldaran. There was nothing to
forgive."
He waited for the sorceress to ride on ahead, and moved on behind at the rear.
Closing her eyes, Polgara drew the hood of her sapphire cloak, hiding her face in shadow,
and wept. With her eyes closed, she fell into the depths of her mind.
Polgara suddenly saw herself in her mother's embrace. A blanket of love surrounded her,
as she felt herself sway in sleep. Hot tears melted onto her mothers shoulder, as Poledra
stroked her daughter's raven black hair.
Her mind came at peace with itself as she slept in her mother's arm. The way she had
dreamed for years.
"Mother," She whispered.
Poledra kissed her forehead. "Sleep, Polgara. Sleep."
Opening her eyes, Polgara saw that the sun was setting, as her father and uncle reined in
their horses. Reining in her own horse, Polgara smiled to herself.
She was back, and was at peace with herself.
************************************************************************
Gazing over the river of Aldur, Polgara sighed.
Memories of her past never let her be.
Beldaran was still with her, but not in the living.
She had died years ago, but she was still alive, in Polgara's heart.
Beldaran was the remembered, first Queen of Riva, and forever would she be
remembered. Closing her blue eyes, Polgara once again saw Beldaran's gem- like green
eyes, long golden hair and beautiful smile that etched itself in Polgara's heart. The little
time she had spent with her sister had been worth the sorrow she bore now.
The day Beldaran had died, Polgara had felt herself die. She had been torn forever, and
no one could cure her of that. The light had died in her heart until the spirit of her wolf-
mother had come to her, to comfort her of her sorrow. But her sorrow would never leaver
her.
Never was forever for her.
And now, she would spend centuries with only memories to remind her of her mortal
twin, and the smell Beldaran always smelt like: like rose blossoms.
Smiling, Polgara sighed and looked down.
Iction, the heir to the Rivan Throne gazed at her, his emerald eyes looking in her eyes,
asking questions. Smiling, Polgara stroked the ten year-olds head lovingly, "Go to sleep."
She said.
Iction shook his head, his curly golden hair falling into his eyes, making him blink
rapidly, then he smiled at her, two dimples at each cheek.
"Silly boy," She chided, putting the child in her lap. Wrapping her arms around the little
boy, she closed her eyes tightly, and wept silently.
"Aunt Pol?" He asked.
"Yes dear?"
"Why are you crying?"
Smiling, she sighed, "Nothing." Picking him up in her arms, she carried him to his room,
silently passing his parents bedroom. Placing him in his bed, she tucked him in.
Leaning forward, she planted a kiss on his cheek, and stroked his hair back.
Leaving the boy, she left the room and went to her own room to gaze out.
The moon burned down at her, in the lonely darkness she lived in.
All she did was stare at the moon.
A sound behind her brought her to her senses, "Iction, go to sleep." She said, without
looking back.
"Why so sad, Pol?" Came Belgarath's voice.
Turning around quickly, she raced to her father, embracing him tightly, "I'm so lonely
father." She said.
He hugged her back, feeling his own sorrow.
Looking over his shoulder, Polgara saw Poledra smiling at her, glowing blue.
A sob of great sorrow escaped her throat, and tears fled down her cheeks.
Belgarath led her to her own bed, and tucked his immortal daughter in.
Stroking her hair out of her face, Belgarath waited until his daughter fell asleep.
Raising from her bed, he strode out of the room and saw Iction gazing at him. "Who are
you?" The boy asked.
Ruffling the boys hair, Belgarath replied, "No one. Get some sleep young man." Then left.
The next morning, Polgara awoke, and hurried out of her room when she heard Iction
crying. "What's wrong?" She asked.
He shook his head, laughing, as he saw her frightened face.
"You know," she murmured, "Your father's a merchant, so," thinking, she said, "I'll
make you a.. lawyer."
Iction frowned at her, "Huh?"
"Huh?" She asked, "What is the right word?"
"I mean... Pardon?"
Polgara smiled at the boy, squeezing his cheek affectionately, "You have much to learn
young man."
He pouted.
Taking him into her arms, she kissed his dimpled cheek, then wrinkled her nose, "But
first," she said, "you REALLY need a bath."
searched for words that never came.
Beldaran was there suddenly. "Pol," She said, "there is nothing to forgive. You were not
yourself, you were Darkness. It wasn't you fault."
Polgara shed a tear, "Beldaran, what would I ever do without you?" She cried, falling into
her sister's embrace.
They were on the road to Riva, and all were worn out of the past week.
Belgarath ordered them on their horses, and rode on ahead with Beldin. Riva helped his
wife on his saddle, and got on behind her as Polgara mounted her own white mare.
"Polgara," Riva said in his deep voice, "I agree with Beldaran. There was nothing to
forgive."
He waited for the sorceress to ride on ahead, and moved on behind at the rear.
Closing her eyes, Polgara drew the hood of her sapphire cloak, hiding her face in shadow,
and wept. With her eyes closed, she fell into the depths of her mind.
Polgara suddenly saw herself in her mother's embrace. A blanket of love surrounded her,
as she felt herself sway in sleep. Hot tears melted onto her mothers shoulder, as Poledra
stroked her daughter's raven black hair.
Her mind came at peace with itself as she slept in her mother's arm. The way she had
dreamed for years.
"Mother," She whispered.
Poledra kissed her forehead. "Sleep, Polgara. Sleep."
Opening her eyes, Polgara saw that the sun was setting, as her father and uncle reined in
their horses. Reining in her own horse, Polgara smiled to herself.
She was back, and was at peace with herself.
************************************************************************
Gazing over the river of Aldur, Polgara sighed.
Memories of her past never let her be.
Beldaran was still with her, but not in the living.
She had died years ago, but she was still alive, in Polgara's heart.
Beldaran was the remembered, first Queen of Riva, and forever would she be
remembered. Closing her blue eyes, Polgara once again saw Beldaran's gem- like green
eyes, long golden hair and beautiful smile that etched itself in Polgara's heart. The little
time she had spent with her sister had been worth the sorrow she bore now.
The day Beldaran had died, Polgara had felt herself die. She had been torn forever, and
no one could cure her of that. The light had died in her heart until the spirit of her wolf-
mother had come to her, to comfort her of her sorrow. But her sorrow would never leaver
her.
Never was forever for her.
And now, she would spend centuries with only memories to remind her of her mortal
twin, and the smell Beldaran always smelt like: like rose blossoms.
Smiling, Polgara sighed and looked down.
Iction, the heir to the Rivan Throne gazed at her, his emerald eyes looking in her eyes,
asking questions. Smiling, Polgara stroked the ten year-olds head lovingly, "Go to sleep."
She said.
Iction shook his head, his curly golden hair falling into his eyes, making him blink
rapidly, then he smiled at her, two dimples at each cheek.
"Silly boy," She chided, putting the child in her lap. Wrapping her arms around the little
boy, she closed her eyes tightly, and wept silently.
"Aunt Pol?" He asked.
"Yes dear?"
"Why are you crying?"
Smiling, she sighed, "Nothing." Picking him up in her arms, she carried him to his room,
silently passing his parents bedroom. Placing him in his bed, she tucked him in.
Leaning forward, she planted a kiss on his cheek, and stroked his hair back.
Leaving the boy, she left the room and went to her own room to gaze out.
The moon burned down at her, in the lonely darkness she lived in.
All she did was stare at the moon.
A sound behind her brought her to her senses, "Iction, go to sleep." She said, without
looking back.
"Why so sad, Pol?" Came Belgarath's voice.
Turning around quickly, she raced to her father, embracing him tightly, "I'm so lonely
father." She said.
He hugged her back, feeling his own sorrow.
Looking over his shoulder, Polgara saw Poledra smiling at her, glowing blue.
A sob of great sorrow escaped her throat, and tears fled down her cheeks.
Belgarath led her to her own bed, and tucked his immortal daughter in.
Stroking her hair out of her face, Belgarath waited until his daughter fell asleep.
Raising from her bed, he strode out of the room and saw Iction gazing at him. "Who are
you?" The boy asked.
Ruffling the boys hair, Belgarath replied, "No one. Get some sleep young man." Then left.
The next morning, Polgara awoke, and hurried out of her room when she heard Iction
crying. "What's wrong?" She asked.
He shook his head, laughing, as he saw her frightened face.
"You know," she murmured, "Your father's a merchant, so," thinking, she said, "I'll
make you a.. lawyer."
Iction frowned at her, "Huh?"
"Huh?" She asked, "What is the right word?"
"I mean... Pardon?"
Polgara smiled at the boy, squeezing his cheek affectionately, "You have much to learn
young man."
He pouted.
Taking him into her arms, she kissed his dimpled cheek, then wrinkled her nose, "But
first," she said, "you REALLY need a bath."
