Polgara paused before entering of her house, nicknamed the cottage years ago when her mother, Poledra, used to live in it. She was just back from visiting Belgarath, her father. Not that he was much help, that lovable old fool. He hadn't helped raise her when she was born. She and her twin sister Beldaran. She started as a tear fell on her hand, still resting on the doorknob. It had been many years since that. And the one known as Polgara the Sorceress was not known to be emotional. She took a deep breath and opened the door to the cottage.

"Mommy! Mommy!" two voices emerging from the living room cried in unison.

"Hello, children. Do you know where your father is?"

"I think he's out back. He said something about fixing a hole in a fence," said a young boy who looked remarkably like Garion did at that age.

"Yeah, I agree with Serek. Can we go and play now?" This question was asked by the other boy, Serek's, twin. His name was Salo.

"Of course. Just be careful. I don't want you to move as much furniture around as you did last time."

"We'll be careful, Mommy."

Last time the twins had gone to play in that room in the house, they had moved around a lot furniture, resulting in a lamp falling on top of Salo. Polgara had been able to repair the lamp, of course, but Salo, even though he wasn't hurt, was badly shaken, and both Pol and her husband Durnik had to come comfort him. Polgara turned and walked back out the door. As she was walking across the field, she thought about what Belgarath had told her.

"Father, do you think it's okay to raise them the same way we did Belgarion? Hide all talent from them, and not tell them what their real names are?"

"Pol, I'm sure they'll be okay. You never told Garion about any of this for a long time, and look what he turned out to be! Overlord of the West! And married to the Princess Ce'Nedra, at that!"

"Well, Old Wolf, you don't always have the best advice in the world, but I suppose you're right. They've been fine like this so far. And now just isn't the time to tell them. I guess it will be all right in the end."

"That's the spirit, Pol."

And that's when she had left. She still didn't know if it was the right decision or not. Only time would be able to tell her that. Or maybe Aldur…But, no, Aldur would never give any information away from the future. She would just have to deal with it on her own terms.

"Hello, Pol. Did you have a nice conversation with your father?" Durnik leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek, then backed away, embarrassed.

"I suppose so. Are you done working on the fence yet?"

"Yes, I just finished. Does it look okay to you?"

"Dear Durnik, you could not have done a better job."

Poor Durnik blushed and backed away even further. He really cared for Polgara, but being raised a Sendar, he was still embarrassed at any public displays of affection.

"Umm….Thanks, Pol. Did I tell you I got a letter from Belgarion this afternoon?"

"No, you must have forgotten to mention it. So what did he say?"

"Ce'Nedra is pregnant. Again." The last he added with noticeable emphasis.

"I suppose Mother and I should get down there again to help with the birth. And to get Garion out of the way."

"Yes, that would probably be a good idea. Why don't we go in and eat lunch?"

"Anything you say, Durnik."

And with that, they both walked across the field, thoughts about the birth of a third child drifting around in their head.