It was alive! He could feel the life in it, even as he stared in blank incomprehension at the living fire he held in his naked hand. Garion felt the peculiar, seething touch of it against the mark on his palm. "Errand!" the child declared, firmly depositing the Orb in Garion's outstretched hand. Garion's hand stretched out without his even being aware that it was moving. When this voice spoke, there was no possibility of refusal. "Reach forth thy hand, Belgarion, and receive thy birthright from the child who hath borne it unto thee."It was the familiar voice, and yet at the same time it was not. Uncomprehending, Garion stared at the fiery stone. The little boy crowed with delight, turned, and presented the glowing Orb to Garion. From behind him he heard Aunt Pol speak, her voice calm and very gentle.
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