of the World of the 7 gods
of the World of the 7 gods
Thomas Andrew Daly
Lost Child on the Streets of Camaar
thieves of Upper Gralt
in Upper Gralt
of the Barrens
proud son of Sendaria
Belzandramanian (Click Me)
Lost Child on the Streets of Camaar
was 7. 7, alone, hungry and thirsty, living by the canals of
the city of Camaar in the Kingdom of Sendaria, coping as well as he
could. He was a bright young child, so his parent’s had told
him many times. They had died, recently, in the house fire
which had left him stranded. Nobody had been willing to take
him in, and he had no relatives, so he ended up down by the canals
near the wharves of the city, fishing with the rod he’d had to
steal, and getting by as best he could.
His best friend,
street rat, was 12 and had lived on the wharves as long as he could
remember. He had been looked after for a while in his younger
years by the old man Druknar, who had been a vagrant wandering around
through Sendaria most of his days. But Druknar had died and
since then street rat, who had no other name, had lived on the dirty
streets of Camaar.
And now they were forming a team –
a thieving team – and becoming quite adroit at their work.
‘Now, as soon as he goes to the back of the store,
sneak in and grab the money bag. He is working alone today, and
I am sure he won’t suspect anything. He always goes out for a
drink near the end of the day. I have watched him for weeks
Dulliam took in all these words of advice from
Street Rat and, watching the fishmonger, was ready for his latest act
of thievery. True to Street Rat’s words, the fishmonger soon
wandered out the back of his store, apparently to indulge in his
favourite beverage. Dulliam looked to the left and right and
quietly stole into the store and climbed over the counter. He
reached under the counter, pulled out the money bag, and peered
inside. Full of coins – they would be rich. He looked
out at Street Rat, raised the bag to show him, and Street Rat yelled
‘Now hurry, get out of there.’ Yet, as Dulliam began
climbing again over the counter, the strong hands of the fishmonger
grabbed him, called him a little larrikin, and took him to the back
room. ‘You will be in the gaol for a while, my young thief.
Whatever came into you to steal my money? Haven’t your
parent’s taught you anything?’ But Dulliam remained silent.
The fishmonger, not really wanting to report the lad, but not
knowing what else to do, collected his coat, and closed the store,
dragging the lad to the local magistrate’s office. He would
let the authorities deal with this little thief, it was their job
* * *
‘So, lord Garion, as you
can see Sendarian Justice has become ever more effective since my
Garion, looking through the report that King
Fulrach had given him to briefly examine, nodded slowly. ‘Yes,
I can see that Fulrach. Crime is down in many sectors. You
have done well, it seems.’
‘It is all about having a
strong hand of justice. It is what is required to run a
‘Yet mercy must not be lacking.’
is as you say,’ responded Fulrach. ‘Well, shall we visit
the magistrate then? Since we have come to Camaar we may as
well sit in on a judgement, and you can see for yourself how
effective Sendarian Justice has become.
responded Garion, eager to see Fulrach’s reforms at work
* * *
Dulliam looked up at the
impressive figure of the magistrate, awaiting his judgement.
crime is great, child. Yet you are still quite young. My
judgement is that you will spend the rest of your youth, until
adulthood, in the juvenile detention centre of Camaar. There
you will learn the right way.’ Dulliam just nodded, and as
the guard took him away he made no protest. At least he would
be fed and have a home.
In the gallery, looking on,
Garion motioned to Fulrach. ‘Can I speak with that lad? I
want to ask him some questions.’
‘As you wish,’
responded the King
Coming into a private chamber,
Dulliam was puzzled. The chamber was very expensive looking,
and he wondered why he should be brought to such a place. Suddenly
the door opened and an impressive looking man dressed in fine clothes
entered the room, coming to sit down next to him.
me, young Dulliam, where have you come from? They have been
unable to locate your parent’s, apparently.’
though, remained silent. He had not spoken yet of his parents,
and refused all questioning. Garion, sensing the child might be
an orphan, softened his voice. ‘Are your parent’s gone from
you? Gone to the grave? You can tell me Dulliam. I
am only here to help you.’
Dulliam, looking up at the kind
figure, finally nodded.
Garion looked at the child, a spirit
of pity and compassion suddenly coming over him, and just then he
knew exactly what request he wanted to make of Fulrach.
As the chariot sped along the Great Northern Road,
Dulliam looked out excitedly at the scenery. He was now off on
a new adventure, a new life, rescued by the man called Garion. He
did not know what the future held, or where he would be this time
next week, but it was better than living on the canals of Camaar, or
stuck in a juvenile detention centre. And looking up at the man
Garion seated next to him Dulliam sensed he had just begun a new
destiny, a new life, and things would never be quite the same again.
Thieves of Upper Gralt
and Justogo were incompetent thieves on a good day. They had
been the bane of the baron of Upper Gralt’s Marshall for many a
year, but today, so they told each other, the plot couldn’t fail.
They would steal pies – pies from Fendak the baker – and
feed themselves on them for a solid month.
gained a reputation as Upper Gralt’s finest baker, one in a long
family line of traditional bakers, and their store had been in
business for centuries. But when Fendak returned from a lunch
break just over the road at the local tavern to find that morning’s
assortment of pies no longer staying warm on top of the oven, he
suspected foul play. Who had stolen his pies?
the local Marshall had a number of likely suspects, and Blindrak and
Justogo’s names were mentioned amongst them, but proving the case
would be difficult.
It was then an old fellow, who had
visited Fendak from time to time, arrived on the scene, gravely
disappointed to not find any more pies for an afternoon snack. When
Fendak had declared the pies had been stolen, the old wizard Beldin,
beside himself with desire for yet another of those delicious
Graltian pies, tried his own trade to find the culprits –
He took out a wand, waved it at the top of the
oven and, the Marshall and the Baker following, they left the bakery
and trudged half way across town to a second rate doss house, were,
upon the marshal bursting through one of the room doors on the first
level, they found two sleeping thieves, and a cupboard full of
Well, Beldin was most pleased, was rewarded with a
number of the pies for his diligent service, and Blindrak and Justogo
found themselves, yet again, in the custody of the Marshall of Upper
Later on, reflecting on their briefly lived good
fortune, Justogo could only say to Blindrak, well at least we won’t
need to eat for a week or so, to which Blindrak glumly nodded, before
burping on the recently digested meal of chicken and vegetable pies.
in Upper Gralt
was a simple Sendarian. A life of remarkable normalcy, really,
apart from the grand day he, as a youth in his father’s service,
had been presented to King Fulrach who had been touring the kingdom.
But while the King had remarked that the pastries of the finest
baker of Upper Gralt were truly tasty, and had wondered who had made
such delicacies, he had not taken a great deal of interest when
Fendak himself was presented. But it had been a big deal for
Fendak, and he had informed all and sundry for many years since of
his marvellous meeting with the noble monarch.
days, instead, he delighted in his tasty pastries, as his substantial
girth truly testified to. But Fendak didn’t care.
Gralt was in the heart of Sendaria, not far from Erat. Not a
great deal happened in this village. But it didn’t need to as
far as Fendak was concerned. He liked the simple, basic life,
and the things of glory which the Overlord of the West, Lord
Belgarion, had pursued in his life – well such things were for
Pawns of Prophecy, not for the likes of simple old Fendak.
morning, rising early for the baking, an old man appeared at the
front of the store, eager to be let in. Fendak always took a
sale when he could, as his father had trained him for many long years
to make as much money as he could, so answered the request of the old
man for admittance into the store.
The old man inspected
the pastries, and suddenly another one appeared, seeming similar in
many ways, but a hunchback.
‘Well, Beldin. What
shall it be? This bakery has made fine food for centuries, a
well established family tradition I believe.’
interrupted Fendak. ‘Our family has run this bakery for well
over 500 years. We are proud of our tradition.’
the food must be good,’ commented the hunchbacked Beldin. ‘I
will take you at your word Belgarath. Anything will do.’
man, apparently named Belgarath, chose two pies, paid for them, and
the two of them, sitting out on the front of the store, consumed
their pies hastily.
Fendak, getting back to work,
thought on his life. It really was a simple life, really.
Feeding hungry old men. It would be something, though, if
some grand figure of the West, someone like old King Fulrach, came
and dined at his bakery some time. It would indeed be
something. But Upper Gralt was not exactly on the hit list for
the finery of the West after all, was it? No, of course not,
thought Fendak to himself, and got back to his work, the two men out
the front of the bakery finishing off their tasty pies.
was a regular type of young lady. Full of dreams about boys,
fantasies of being the bell of the Erat society scene, hopes of
marrying prince charming but, despite her best wishes, still stuck in
the most lowly of occupations as being a washer woman to bring home
finances for her often hungry family. She had 3 brothers, 3
sisters, an ancient and sick father who could no longer work, and a
mother who was always beside herself with her worries. It
seemed for young Jennavere that she was stuck – stuck here in Erat
in the nation of Sendaria – destined to live out her life as a
washer woman, loved by none, providing for her siblings
And then one day something changed.
old and ancient man, wrinkled beyond belief, showed up at the laundry
were she slaved away, muttering something about the frustrations of
being alive again. She asked him his name and wether he had
washing to do. He replied that he was the wizard Belsambar and,
yes, he did have some washing for her to take care of.
she sat there the old man began muttering on about his once past life
as a wizard of glory from the Vale of Aldur, and she just smiled at
his senility. A wizard indeed.
washing away, doing her work, when he said something she never
forgot. ‘And what do you want, dear Jennavere? Of all
the things you could wish in life, what do you wish for the
She looked at him, sighed, and responded. ‘Oh,
I don’t know. In the end I guess I am content with my lot in
life. Certainly, it’s not an easy life, but I know I am doing
the right thing sticking by my family and caring for my elderly
father. Really, I couldn’t wish for anything apart from his
good health and the family’s prosperity.’
nodded knowingly. He understood human dilemma.
well. I shall consult with Aldur, and you shall have your
wishes come true.’
She handed him his briefs and coat,
smiled. ‘Be sure to say hello from me.’
got to his feet, and meandered away.
‘What a strange old
man,’ she thought to herself.
The thing is, it didn’t
happen suddenly, but gradually over the next few months and year’s
things began to improve in the life of Jennavere. Against all
hope her father simply got better and went back to work at his old
firm. His mother’s attitude improved, and her two eldest
brothers found very good employment with a local merchant. And
all of a sudden they had good finances and were even considering
moving to a better part of town.
In fact, they did so,
and her dreams started coming true. She met prince charming at
an uptown boutique store, who invited her to the Earl of Erat’s
next ball. He gave her a lump sum for a pretty dress and her
mother fussed over her no end the night before the ball.
became the toast of the town, and married her prince charming. And
the life of the washer woman was forgotten forever.
later, an old man wandered into a familiar laundry, looked at a
desperate washerwoman, and said ‘Share me your woes, dear lady.’
And the rest, as they say, is history.
From the Life of Garion
‘Beloreon’ era - between the ‘Belgariad’ and the
surveyed the forest. He knew there were rabbits in large
quantity and, suddenly, spying one, he released his Falcon
‘Bronzeclaw’ and it flew swiftly, cornered the frightened
creature, and nabbed it, returning to Garion.
Bronzeclaw, making that familiar noise with his throat which seemed
to make the bird happy. He fed it some meat, small enough
chunks to pass the ring around its throat, and returned to his party.
He’d had enough hunting for the day.
of the West, slayer of Torak, Garion had a fearsome reputation
amongst the people of the Isle of the Winds. This week he was
inland, staying at a lodge of respectable elder of the land, enjoying
his Kingship. They had been out hunting for a while and
‘Durant’, the elder, had provided a Falcon for Garion, sharing
the noise which the Falcon responded to well. And he had taken
an instant liking to ‘Bronzeclaw’, for she was
These were quiet days, now, in the time of
the west. It seems as if a climax of millennia of expectations
had been reached, and now a quite aftermath followed. But,
still, there was something in Garion’s heart which told him his
adventures were not quite finished with yet. Not just yet.
they returned to the lodge he petted his bird. Hunting with a
bird was, of course, a traditional role of the King. And he
tried his best to live up to his Kingly expectations. The
people needed a King of the people, so his grandfather Belgarath
reminded him. Someone after their own heart. And Garion
tried his best to live up to his grandfather’s expectations, even
if at times he felt himself lacking.
always a handful, and had been ever more unfathomable of late,
moaning about this and that. But such were a woman’s ways,
and perhaps especially a Tolnedran woman’s.
at his falcon. Perhaps the Falcon had concerns, as all
creatures likely did. Worrying about its meals, its mates.
Perhaps they were its concerns. But, for Garion, he
wondered could the life of a Bronze Falcon truly be as complicated as
King of the West? He truly wondered that indeed.
Karnik was a citizen of Sendaria, living in the city of
Darine on the gulf of Cherek. He was a simple man, a fisherman. And
he lived a simple life and had simple ways. He worked in the
afternoons bringing in the fish from the gulf, because his permit
only permitted him afternoon fishing, not the morning allotment,
which was reserved for those of the Darine Fishing Guild, which he
had been barred entrance to for grave violations of procedures in
younger years. As such, his harvest was not always as good as those
of the morning, but his family got by none the less. Karnik had two
daughters, strong daughters, who were nearly ready to come out
fishing with him, and a lame son, whose legs didn't work properly.
Dunkar was the pride of Karnik's life, regardless, as the lad showed
competency in scholarly pursuits, and in the chair with wheels the
engineering school of Darine had provided for Dunkar, upon the lad's
own design, he managed to get around somwhat. He wanted to work on
the Darine council, so he maintained. Even a cripple can have a
future, Karnik thought to himself, if he didn't give up
Karnik's two daughters were Estla and Jandy. They
were the pride of his life, but his wife loved them with all her
heart. His wife maintained the family home, a pretty lady, with a
good figure still, despite her three children, and Karnik thanked the
gods of the Alorns for providing him with such a good wife.
morning, Karnik was scrubbing off barnacles from the bottom of his
fishing boat, which had been raised up on land, and his daughter
Estla was busy working with him.
'Father. One day, when I
am working with you, will I be able to register with the guild?
Perhaps they might accept me.'
'Only if you are married to
another registered man,' replied Karnik. 'What, have you met someone
in those outings you and your sister go to?'
'You know, father, I have never minded this work.
Since 12 when you brought me in, I have worked faithfully with
'And I have appreciated it,' he responded. 'Would be
lost without you both, especially as Dunkar can not involve himself,
may the gods have mercy on him.'
'Yes,' she replied. 'But, if
I were to ever, you know, find someone. And was led elsewhere, you
would cope wouldn't you?'
He looked at her, and softened.
'Sendaria is a busy nation, with lots of growing enterprises. If you
find a man with a prospering trade, you have my blessing.'
you father,' she said, and continued on with their hard
'Father. Do you ever wonder if King Belgarion will
visit Darine? We have been promised a visit for many years now.'
am sure the king is busy enough,' responded Karnik. 'Don't go losing
yourself in fantasies of royalty, daughter. Ours is a simple
'Yes,' she replied. 'But wouldn't it be wonderful. To
live in Riva and dine with Kings and Queens. All the world at your
disposal, and everything you could ever want.'
'And mad god's
called Torak ready to slay you at a moment's notice,' chided
'Yes father,' she responded, and returned to her
After a while she began speaking again.
being a wizard. Like Belgarath. With all that power, and all those
spells. It would be amazing. Doing magic. Amazing.'
would live alone in an ivory tower in Algaria, and the birds would be
your only company,' responded Karnik. 'Now stop this daydreaming, and
get back to work.'
'Yes father,' she replied sombrely.
a while though, yet again.
'Imagine being the serpent Queen of
Nyissa. Everyone would fear you and you could have all that power and
Karnik had had enough.
'Imagine beink Karnik
fisherman of Darine. With the most airy fairy daughters in all the
world, who can NEVER keep their minds on their job.'
giggled. 'Sorry father. I'll get to work.'
But after a
But as soon as she spoke, her
father bellowed 'ESSTTLAAA!'
Not a peep she made the rest
of the morning, and looked softly at her father all the time because
And so life passed on in Darine, and none of the
citizens of Sendaria were wiser to the imaginations of Estla,
daughter of Karnik. None at all.
of the Barrens
Zebna Sheldath lived in the Barrens in
north-west Mallorea, away from civilization, in desolate world of
frugal living and isolationism. But that is how her father liked it.
He was in exile from Sendaria, and had crossed the land bridge 20
years ago with his young family, but gone north, and not south, and
found a somewhat less barren part of the barrens, with a small
stream, and some wild goats. They had gathered the goats, and had
regular milk, and with the seed he had brought, sowed potatoes and
pumpkins and other vegetables, and, as time passed, lived on goat's
milk, cheese, meat and whatever vegetables grew in their harsh
climate. It was cold in winter, very cold, but Zebna didn't mind. She
was used to that now. There was not a boy to marry in all the world,
of course, and at 25 she was a young maiden with no prospects. Bur
father had promised, one day, one day he would venture down south to
Mallorea proper and find a husband for his daughter, one who didn't
mind the barrens, and the extremes of life.
string from goats hide, and one of her jobs was to use that string
and sow goat's hides together to make clothing and bedding and
footwear. She was good at it after many years, and while, in many
ways she felt angry at her father, she kept that anger in check, and
prayed to Ul, which the family called their own god, and asked him to
forgive her for her abrupt attitude towards her dad. She was sure he
And then, one day, they walked in. Two vagrant sort
of looking fellas, one younger, and one older, and they said they had
come to judge Zebna, for they were judges of Ul.
daughter is innocent. She has not known a man,' said Zebna's
The old man looked at the man, and nodded. 'But it is
her soul we want to look at. Let her speak.'
cautious. 'I. I am 25. I have not known a man. But I have not known
anything in this forsaken place we call home. I never have. I am
bitter. In my heart I am bitter at my parents, but I have finally
come to accept that this is life. That this is my lot in it all. And
that dad will find my husband from Mallorea, but even then, I will
never leave this place.'
The old man looked at her, but it
was the younger who spoke.
'You have spoken your heart. Are
you angry at your father?'
'But can you
forgive him?' asked the young man.
Zebna looked at her father
and softened. 'I love my father. You must know that. With all my
heart. And while this life is too much, one might think for any girl
from Sendaria, I accept the fate the gods have given us, and will
endure it to the end.'
The two doomsayers
'You are a worthy daughter of your father,'
said the old man. 'He is rightly proud of you, as I can tell he
'Thank you,' said Zebna.
They left then, and
as the year passed, and her father returned from the south with a
competent man of working abilities, but a little thick, she did not
complain. He was attractive enough, and pledged his undying
And, as the years passed, and Zebna had her own
family, she remembered her judgement, and remembered that, in an
impossible world of gods and strange destinies, even Zebna Sheldath
must walk the pathway given to her.
Proud Son of Sendaria
‘And you, Jacon. What do you
think of Sendaria’s role in the world?’
Jacon was an
intelligent young 18 year old Sendarian, hailing from Erat, but now
studying at Camaar.
‘I think Sendaria has much to offer the
world, Hemlyn. Our wines are universally acknowledged as the
best the west has to offer. We have fruit and vegetables found
nowhere else, and our bakers are amongst the finest there is. But,
I feel, our destiny is in ‘Palagon’. I feel if we promote
our premiere sport to the world, as we have been gradually doing,
Sendarian fame will last forever. Rumour has it that even King
Garion in his youth at Faldor’s farm played a variant of Palagon
while it was in its younger years of developments.’
‘I am not
sure if Palagon stretches back that many centuries, Jacon, but
possibly. Never the less, you have answered well.’
sat there in his university class, pleased at himself. He had
answered well, and thought he had made a positive
Later on, after class, he sat in the library
doing his studies and opposite him sat down a girl, about 19, with a
book on ancient legends. It had a picture of King Garion in his
prime on it, and Jacon was instantly interested.
‘What are you
looking up,’ he asked the girl.
‘Oh, nothing in particular.
Just taking a break from my regular studies.’
the picture of King Garion on the cover.’
She turned to it.
Yes. Yes, it is a good one. But I am one of those
who wonder, you know, if he will ever return from the far reaches of
‘Eventually, I think,’ responded Jacon.
‘But the west is prospering these days under the Royal Family
of Riva, and while the ancient patriarchs are gone from us yet
to return, we are sufficing. We are doing well.’
Yes we are,’ she responded. My name is Jantie. What
is your name?’
‘Oh, really. That is my
brother’s name as well.’
‘Small world,’ he
They continued chatting about this and that and
Jacon found himself making a new friend. Always a good thing,
he thought to himself.
Outside the world of Camaar and
Sendaria continued on, as it had done so for many ages, going through
its life and progress in both cultural and technological advances.
It was a new world Sendaria was embracing, a world of
continuing advances in science, and great advances in economics and
industry. It was a brave new world in many ways, and a world of
great hope and opportunity for a proud young Sendarian such as Jacon,
son of Jaldo.
'What is it?' asked Jantie.
ancient artefact,' said Jacon, about the orb which he was
'It's like the orb,' she said. 'King Belgarion's
'It's not the same,' said Jacon. 'I was given it. By an
old man. A man with an ancient looking face in many ways, but he was
only about 60. Said his name was Beldin, and I had been entrusted to
be the 'Gatherer'.'
'Gatherer? Of what?'
'I don't know,
Jantie. But he also said that this was one of 70 brothers and
sisters. That's what he called them. And that many were supposedly
good, and some evil, and some neither good nor bad. They were special
stones, so he said. And the future of the world is found in
'Amazing,' said Jandie. 'What are you going to do with
'I don't know. But I will keep it. Beldin said he would
return to visit me again in a while, and would give me further
information on what I am supposed to do with this. It could be
fantastic whatever it is.'
Jantie touched his shoulder. 'You
don't think you could be getting into something you can't get out of.
Look at all the perils King Belgarion went through. He had to fight
wars and, after all was done, still kill a god to find peace. With
something like that in your life, Jacon, you will never find any
'But how can we escape our destiny?' asked the
'I don't know,' she repsonded.
'Nor do I,' he
Jacon looked at the orb all that week as
he went about his last year's studies at Camaar University. He
anxiously waited for Beldin, who did not yet show, and as he studied
the orb, and grew familiar with it, he felt this strange sense of
comfort in its presence. Like, somewhere inside his head, it was
talking to him, making friends with him, letting him know he was
trusted and valued. But how could that be? How could something as
impossible as that ever really happen? He studied the orb, and
continued on his studies, and, as he finished his year, and gained
his degree, he made his farewells to Jantie, and promised to visit
her soon enough, as he made his way back to his home of Erat.
the orb was always on his mind, and as he found suitable work in
Erat, his parents being rightly proud of him, he could sense, in his
heart, there was a destiny at work. Some strange new destiny, which
involved his own special orb, and a fight between the powers which be
which would shape Sendaria and the world for all time to come.