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Pawn Of Prophecy: Book One Of The Belgariad par [Eddings, David]
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Chapter One

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.

The kitchen at Faldor’s farm was a large, low-beamed room filled with ovens and kettles and great spits that turned slowly in cavernlike arched fireplaces. There were long, heavy worktables where bread was kneaded into loaves and chickens were cut up and carrots and celery were diced with quick, crisp rocking movements of long, curved knives. When Garion was very small, he played under those tables and soon learned to keep his fingers and toes out from un- der the feet of the kitchen helpers who worked around them. And sometimes in the late afternoon when he grew tired, he would lie in a corner and stare into one of the flickering fires that gleamed and reflected back from the hundred polished pots and knives and long-handled spoons that hung from pegs along the whitewashed walls and, all bemused, he would drift off into sleep in perfect peace and harmony with all the world around him.

The center of the kitchen and everything that happened there was Aunt Pol. She seemed somehow to be able to be everywhere at once. The finishing touch that plumped a goose in its roasting pan or deftly shaped a rising loaf or garnished a smoking ham fresh from the oven was always hers. Though there were several others who worked in the kitchen, no loaf, stew, soup, roast, or vegetable ever went out of it that had not been touched at least once by Aunt Pol. She knew by smell, taste, or some higher instinct what each dish required, and she seasoned them all by pinch or trace or a negligent-seeming shake from earthenware spice pots. It was as if there was a kind of magic about her, a knowledge and power beyond that of ordinary people. And yet, even at her busiest, she always knew precisely where Garion was. In the very midst of crimping a pie crust or decorating a special cake or stitching up a freshly stuffed chicken she could, without looking, reach out a leg and hook him back out from under the feet of others with heel or ankle.

As he grew a bit older, it even became a game. Garion would watch until she seemed far too busy to notice him, and then, laughing, he would run on his sturdy little legs toward a door. But she would always catch him. And he would laugh and throw his arms around her neck and kiss her and then go back to watching for his next chance to run away again.

He was quite convinced in those early years that his Aunt Pol was quite the most important and beautiful woman in the world. For one thing, she was taller than the other women on Faldor’s farm—very nearly as tall as a man—and her face was always serious—even stern—except with him, of course. Her hair was long and very dark—almost black—all but one lock just above her left brow which was white as new snow. At night when she tucked him into the little bed close beside her own in their private room above the kitchen, he would reach out and touch that white lock; she would smile at him and touch his face with a soft hand. Then he would sleep, content in the knowledge that she was there, watching over him.

Faldor’s farm lay very nearly in the center of Sendaria, a misty kingdom bordered on the west by the Sea of the Winds and on the east by the Gulf of Cherek. Like all farmhouses in that particular time and place, Faldor’s farmstead was not one building or two, but rather was a solidly constructed complex of sheds and barns and hen roosts and dovecotes all facing inward upon a central yard with a stout gate at the front. Along the second story gallery were the rooms, some spacious, some quite tiny, in which lived the farmhands who tilled and planted and weeded the extensive fields beyond the walls. Faldor himself lived in quarters in the square tower above the central dining hall where his workers assembled three times a day—sometimes four during harvest time—to feast on the bounty of Aunt Pol’s kitchen.

All in all, it was quite a happy and harmonious place. Farmer Faldor was a good master. He was a tall, serious man with a long nose and an even longer jaw. Though he seldom laughed or even smiled, he was kindly to those who worked for him and seemed more intent on maintaining them all in health and well-being than extracting the last possible ounce of sweat from them. In many ways he was more like a father than a master to the sixty-odd people who lived on his freeholding. He ate with them—which was unusual, since many farmers in the district sought to hold themselves aloof from their workers—and his presence at the head of the central table in the dining hall exerted a restraining influence on some of the younger ones who tended sometimes to be boisterous. Farmer Fal- dor was a devout man, and he invariably invoked with simple eloquence the blessing of the Gods before each meal. The people of his farm, knowing this, filed with some decorum into the dining hall before each meal and sat in the semblance at least of piety before attacking the heaping platters and bowls of food that Aunt Pol and her helpers had placed before them.

Because of Faldor’s good heart—and the magic of Aunt Pol’s deft fingers—the farm was known throughout the district as the finest place to live and work for twenty leagues in any direction. Whole evenings were spent in the tavern in the nearby village of Upper Gralt in minute descriptions of the near-miraculous meals served regularly in Faldor’s dining hall. Less fortunate men who worked at other farms were frequently seen, after several pots of ale, to weep openly at descriptions of one of Aunt Pol’s roasted geese, and the fame of Faldor’s farm spread wide throughout the district.

The most important man on the farm, aside from Faldor, was Durnik the smith. As Garion grew older and was allowed to move out from under Aunt Pol’s watchful eye, he found his way inevitably to the smithy. The glowing iron that came from Durnik’s forge had an almost hypnotic attraction for him. Durnik was an ordinary-looking man with plain brown hair and a plain face, ruddy from the heat of his forge. He was neither tall nor short, nor was he thin or stout. He was sober and quiet, and like most men who follow his trade, he was enormously strong. He wore a rough leather jerkin and an apron of the same material. Both were spotted with burns from the sparks which flew from his forge. He also wore tight-fitting hose and soft leather boots as was the custom in that part of Sendaria. At first Durnik’s only words to Garion were warnings to keep his fingers away from the forge and the glowing metal which came from it. In time, however, he and the boy became friends, and he spoke more frequently.

“Always finish what you set your hand to,” he would advise. “It’s bad for the iron if you set it aside and then take it back to the fire more than is needful.”

“Why is that?” Garion would ask.

Durnik would shrug. “It just is.”

“Always do the very best job you can,” he said on another occasion as he put a last few finishing touches with a file on the metal parts of a wagon tongue he was repairing.

“But that piece goes underneath,” Garion said. “No one will ever see it.”

“But I know it’s there,” Durnik said, still smoothing the metal. “If it isn’t done as well as I can do it, I’ll be ashamed every time I see this wagon go by—and I’ll see the wagon every day.”

And so it went. Without even intending to, Durnik instructed the small boy in those solid Sendarian virtues of work, thrift, sobriety, good manners, and practicality which formed the backbone of the society.

At first Aunt Pol worried about Garion’s attraction to the smithy with its obvious dangers; but after watching from her kitchen door for a while, she realized that Durnik was almost as watchful of Garion’s safety as she was herself, and she became less concerned.

“If the boy becomes pestersome, Goodman Durnik, send him away,” she told the smith on one occasion when she had brought a large copper kettle to the smithy to be patched, “or tell me, and I’ll keep him closer to the kitchen.”

“He’s no bother, Mistress Pol,” Durnik said, smiling. “He’s a sensible boy and knows enough to keep out of the way.”

“You’re too good-natured, friend Durnik,” Aunt Pol said. “The boy is full of questions. Answer one and a dozen more pour out.”

“That’s the way of boys,” Durnik said, carefully pouring bubbling metal into the small clay ring he’d placed around the tiny hole in the bottom of the kettle. “I was questionsome myself when I was a boy. My father and old Barl, the smith who taught me, were patient enough to answer what they could. I’d repay them poorly if I didn’t have the same patience with Garion.”

Garion, who was sitting nearby, had held his breath during this conversation. He knew that one wrong word on either side would have instantly banished him from the smithy. As Aunt Pol walked back across the hard-packed dirt of the yard toward her kitchen with the new-mended kettle, he noticed the way that Durnik watched her, and an idea began to form in his mind. It was a simple idea, and the beauty of it was that it provided something for everyone.

“Aunt Pol,” he said that night, wincing as she washed one of his ears with a rough cloth.

“Yes?” she said, turning her attention to his neck.

“Why ...

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"A classic coming-of-age epic . . . The Belgariad will always have a place of honor on my bookshelves" (Christopher Paolini)

"Fun, exciting, intriguing fantasy in which the characters are as important as the quest and magical elements . . . immerse yourself and enjoy!" (Darren Shan)

"Fabulous" (Anne McCaffrey)

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I have been relived to read from other’s comments that I am not the only one to be hoock to David Edding’s fantasy novells. Love the Elenium & Talmuli novels, although the Talmuli offer a counter point to the previous novel and is aligned in a more politically oriented, safe view of the world. But, back to the Belgariad, it is amazingly full of high adventures, discoveries a kind of initiating story coming from an author with a disciplined mind who’s prose speaks to me – so I keep reading from paper book to Kindle his rich novels what are like a metaphor for life a large. There is much more to say about his novels, won’t be surprised that his genius will be more and more recognized. This book can be read from many levels of awareness and help me to be more conscious of my surroundings and myself. Thanks man!
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Premier Tome de la Belgariade, ce livre est formidable. On se sent projeté en douceur dans un monde et on apprends à connaitre et aimer les personnages au fur et à mesure de la lecture. A la fin du livre, on veux juste commencer le tome suivant. Tout comme toutes les autres aventures écrites par Eddings.
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Ça se lit vite, sans prise de tête. Le concept particulier de magie utilisé ici est bien exploité. Les personnages sont marquants, drôles ou touchants même parfois. Une très bonne série, à conseiller même aux novices qui veulent s'initier à la Fantasy.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A contemporary feel for a very nostalgic adventure story 4 mai 2015
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I was never much for fantasy, growing up. But I have always had a fondness for stories that depict relatable, contemporary-feeling characters in unusual circumstances. "Pawn of Prophecy," and the entire Belgariad series, had that feel for me. Even though the setting is distinctly fantasy and otherworldly, the characters feel contemporary and alive to me.

This book also has the ability to make me feel nostalgic, despite its setting. Garion, the protagonist, starts as a young boy, and his relationship with his Aunt Pol is essentially the relationship most young boys have with the women who raise them—whether that be mothers or grandmothers or aunts. I re-read this book every now and then just to revisit that warm and golden part of my own boyhood, and all the adventure that seemed to lurk around my home and my neighborhood growing up. Not to mention all the trouble I managed to get into.

This book is the first in a 5-part series—though you could actually call it a 10-part series, since the Belgariad's sequel series the Mallorean ties in so smoothly. I recommend it to anyone who loves a good story with a dramatic hero's journey. You will not be disappointed. This is Lord of the Rings for people who want more direct language and a more pure character arc.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Five stars for the writing, only three for the Kindle edition 14 septembre 2014
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I first encountered The Belgariad during my senior year of high school. Without giving away my age in specifics, let me just say that was a very long time ago. I was hooked a few chapters into the first book, and I happily remain so today. Typically, I read through the entire Belgariad and Mallorean series every few years. To each his or her own of course, but personally I adore Eddings' writing style, and his ability to create believable, multi-dimensional characters is beyond outstanding. I heartily give a full five stars to these magnificent books.

Unfortunately, I need to revoke a few of those stars for the Kindle version. I'm not sure who's in charge of editing and proofreading these things, but for heaven's sake someone has to do a better job. I encountered numerous typos in both Pawn of Prophecy and Queen of Sorcery. To be fair, I haven't yet got into Magician's Gambit so I cannot speak for that book. One particularly glaring example is the mistaken use of the word "throe" in place of what most likely should have been "thy." The problem is, it doesn't just show up once; it happens numerous times in both Pawn and Queen. Obviously someone majorly messed up a "find and replace" function during the editing process. Another error that happens more than once (although not nearly as much as the "throe" debacle) is the number 1 being tacked onto the character Durnik's name. So what should be "Durnik" is instead "Durnik1". Okay, maybe it's just me but I actually laughed at that one because I couldn't help but imagine Durnik having a Yahoo screen name or some such.

In the end, the typos aren't nearly enough to ruin the experience of being able to bring these books along with you in one convenient, easy to read format. But it definitely is something I hope the publisher takes care of soon.

Lastly, I certainly hope the final two books of the series are eventually added to Kindle. It would really be annoying to have to switch out to my old paperbacks after being able to take the first of these old classics in on my shiny new Paperwhite.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 So excited!!!!!! Finally available on Kindle in the U.S.!!!!! 9 septembre 2016
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Pawn of Prophecy Book 1 of The Belgariad along with the successive books in the series are in my all time favorite series. I have read these many times over the year and will read them many more in the years to come. I've been requesting them for my kindle over and over again. Someone has finally managed to provide this one and I bought it as soon as I found it.

David Eddings told a wonderful story of friendship, family and a quest to save the world. He populates the story with wonderful characters that have made me laugh and cry and wish they were my friends and family.

If you love a good fantasy quest story, I urge you to buy this quickly then perhaps they will hurry up and make the others available to us.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 This is a must read. 3 avril 2017
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I cannot tell you how many times I have read this book. Eddings can flesh out a character like many cannot. I love that Aunt Pol has such a strong place in these books. Like Garion what would you do if everything you thought was true with your life turned out to be mostly wrong? A beginning of a grand adventure..
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Where my love of epic fantasy began 18 janvier 2017
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This book has been my favourite for around 20 years since i first discovered it.
I have read this book many time since then and to say i still enjoy this book is not sufficient praise.
From the beginning on Faldors farm through Garions journey I always loose time as I journey through chapter after chapter meeting all the brilliant characters. I find myself missing the simplicity of faldors farm along with Garion at times but the characters he meets and the places he discovers distract your attention from feeling forlorn for to long as the journey drags you along through the danger and excitement one would expect when destiny drives you towards an epic battle again an evil God.
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