Hittade detta lilla samtal på nätet mellan Hettar och Polgara som utspelar sig kort efter att Hettar blivit far
”Why don’t we just drop the subject since it seems to bother you so much and you can tell me about Adara’s baby instead.”
An expression of fatuous pleasure came over Hettar’s fierce, hawk-like face. ”He’s a boy.” he said with the overwhelming pride of a new father.
”We gathered that,” Polgara said calmly. ”How big was he when he was born?”
”Oh-” Hettar looked perplexed. ”About so big, I’d say.” He held his hands half a yard apart.
”No one took the trouble to measure him?”
”They might have done that, I suppose. My mother and the other ladies were doing all sorts of things right after he came.”
”And would you care to estimate his weight?”
”Probably about as much as a full-grown hare, I suppose -a fairly good-sized one- or perhaps the weight of one of those red Sendarian cheeses.”
”I see, perhaps a foot and a half long and eight or nine pounds -is that what you’re trying to say?” Her look was steady.
”About that, I suppose.”
”Why didn’t you say so, then?” she demanded in exasperation. He looked at her, startled.
”Is it really that important?”
”Yes, Hettar, it really is that important. Women like to know these things.”
”I’ll have to remember that. About all I was really interested in was whether he had the usual number of arms, legs, ears, noses -things like that- that and making sure that his very first food was mare’s milk, of course.”
”Of course,” she said acidly.
”It’s very important, Polgara,” he assured her. ”Every Algar’s first drink is mare’s milk.”
”That makes him part horse, I suppose.”
He blinked. ”No, of course not, but it establishes a sort of bond.”
”Did you milk the mare for him? Or did you make him crawl out and find one for himself?”
”You’re taking all this very oddly, Polgara.”
”Blame it on my age,” she said in a dangerous voice.
He caught that tone almost immediately. ”No, I don’t think I’d want to do that.”
Jag måste nog ta och läsa dessa böckerna igen i sommar 
