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poLGARA THE SORCERESS

By David Eddings

Her mind guided by a mother she will not see again for centuries, Polgara

beings life in the Vale, growing up in her uncle's Beldin's tower and in the

prehistoric Tree that is the heart of that magical place. There she first

learns the reaches of her powers and assumes the bird shapes that will serve

her on her far-flung travels. As her adventures carry her far from the safety

of the Vale, her spellbinding fate unfolds. For Polgara is destined to be

guardian of the world's last, best hope: the heir to the Rivan throne.

THE BELCARIAD

Book One: Pawn of Prophecy

Book Two: Queen of Sorcery

Book Three: Magician's Gambit

Book Four: Castle of Wizardry

Book Five: Enchanters' End Game

THE MALLOREON

Book One: Guardians of the West

Book Two: Kings of the Murgos

Book Three: Demon Lord of Karanda

Book Four: Sorceress of Darshiva

Book Five: The Seeress of Kell

THE ELENIUM

Book One: The Diamond Throne

Book Two: The Ruby Knight

Book Three: The Sapphire Rose

THE TAMULI

Book One: Domes of Fire

Book Two: The Shining Ones

Book Three: The Hidden City

High Hunt

The Losers

By David and Leigh Eddings

The Prequel to the Belgariad: Belgarath the Sorcerer

POLCARA

THE SORCERESS

David and Leigh Eddings

HarperCollinsPubli'shers

Thi~ novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters

and inci~lents portrayed in it are the work of the authors' imagination.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities

is entirely coincidental.

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Printed and bound in Australia by

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reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted,

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permission of the publishers.

DEDICATION

And finally, after fifteen years, this book is dedicated to our

readers. It's been a long journey, hasn't it? It's been quite a

project for us, and your patience and enthusiasm have

helped us more than you can imagine. Thank you for your

fortitude, and we hope that what we've done pleases you.

Warmly,

David & Leigh Eddings

PROLOGUE

KAIL, THE RIVAN WARDER, objected strenuously when King

Belgarion told him that he and his queen planned to make the

journey to the northern end of the Vale of Aldur unattended, but

Garion uncharacteristically put his foot down. 'It's a family

gathering, Kail. Ce'Nedra and I don't need a cluster of servants underfoot.

They'd just be in the way.'

'But it's dangerous, your Majesty.'

'I rather doubt that anything'll turn up that I can't handle, old

friend,' Garion told him. 'We're going alone.' The Rivan Queen was

a bit startled by the firmness in Garion's voice.

Then there was the argument about fur. Queen Ce'Nedra was

Tolnedran by birth and Dryad by heritage. Those backgrounds were

both southern, and the notion of wearing animal skins made

Ce'Nedra's flesh creep. Garion, however, was at least partially

Alorn, and he'd traveled extensively in the north in the winter-time.

'You're going to wear fur, Ce'Nedra,' he adamantly told his tiny

wife, 'because if you don't, we aren't going anywhere until the

weather warms up.' Garion seldom delivered ultimatums to her,

and Ce'Nedra was shrewd enough not to argue about the matter

any further. She obediently dressed herself in Alorn fur garments,

spoke at some length with the nurse who would oversee the royal

children during her absence, and then she and her husband left the

Isle of the Winds aboard the disreputable Captain Greldik's dubious

ship on the morning tide.

They purchased horses and supplies in Camaar and set out toward

the east. The regularly spaced Tolnedran hostels along the highway

to Muros provided adequate lodgings each night, but after Muros,

they were largely on their own. The Rivan King, however, had spent a

great deal of time living out in the open, and his little wife was forced

to concede that he was adequate when the time came to set up camp.

The Rivan Queen was realistic enough to know just how

ridiculous she looked while gathering firewood in those camps. The bulky

fur garments she wore gave her a roly-poly appearance, her flaming

red hair streamed down her back, and because of her size she could

only carry a few sticks at a time. The unwanted image of a red-haired

beaver trudging through the snow came to her quite often.

The snow was deep in the Sendarian mountains, and it seemed

to Ce'Nedra that her feet would never be warm again. She could

not give her husband the satisfaction of admitting that, however.

This trek was her idea, after all, and she'd have sooner died than

admit that it might have been a mistake.

Ce'Nedra was like that sometimes.

It was snowing lightly and was bitterly cold when they came

down out of the mountains and rode south across the snowy plains

of Algaria. Although it definitely went against the grain to confess

it, even privately, Ce'Nedra was actually glad that her husband had

been so insistent about fur clothing.

And then as a chill evening was settling over southern Algaria

and when lowering clouds were spitting tiny pellets of snow, they

topped a rise and saw the little valley on the northern edge of

the Vale of Aldur where Poledra's cottage and the surrounding

outbuildings lay. The cottage had been there for eons, of course, but

the barns and sheds were Durnik's additions, and they gave the

place the appearance of a Sendarian farmstead.

Ce'Nedra wasn't really interested in comparative architecture at

that point, however. All she really wanted to do was to get in out

of the cold. 'Do they know that we're coming?' she asked her

husband, her breath steaming in the biting cold.

'Yes,' Garion replied. 'I told Aunt Pol that we were on the way a

couple of days ago.'

'Sometimes you're a very useful fellow to have around, your

Majesty,' Ce'Nedra smiled.

'Your Majesty is too kind.' His reply was a bit flippant.

'Oh, Garion.' They both laughed as they pushed on down the hill.

The cottage - they'd always called it that, though in actuality it

was growing to be a fairly large house - nestled at the side of an

ice-bound little stream, and the snow was piled up to the bottom

of the windows. There was a kind of golden invitation about the

way the soft lamplight spilled out across the snow, and the column

of blue smoke from the central chimney rose straight up toward

the threatening sky. The Rivan Queen definitely approved of that

indication that warmth and comfort were no more than a quarter

mile away.

And then the low door opened, and Dumik stepped out into the

dooryard. 'What kept you?' he called up to them. 'We were

expecting you along about noon.'

'We hit some deep snow,' Garion called back. 'It was slow going

there for a while.'

'Hurry on down, Garion. Let's get Ce'Nedra in out of the cold.'

What a dear man he was!

Ce'Nedra and her husband rode into the snowy dooryard and

swung down from their saddles.

'Go inside, both of you,' Durnik instructed. 'I'll see to your horses.'

'I'll help with that,' Garion offered. 'I can unsaddle a horse almost

as well as you can, and I need to stretch my legs anyway.' He took

Ce'Nedra by the arm and guided her to the doorway. 'I'll be right

back, Aunt Pol,' he called inside. 'I want to help Durnik with the

horses.'

'As you wish, dear,' the Lady Polgara replied. Her voice was rich

and filled with love. 'Come in here, Ce'Nedra. Let's get you warm.'

The Rivan Queen almost ran inside, hurled herself into the arms

of Polgara the sorceress, and kissed her soundly.

'Your nose is cold, Ce'Nedra,' Polgara observed.

'You should feel my feet, Aunt Pol,'Ce'Nedra replied with a little

laugh. 'How can you stand the winters here?'

'I grew up here, dear, remember? I'm used to the weather.'

Ce'Nedra looked around. 'Where are the twins?'

'They're down for their afternoon nap. We'll get them up for

supper. Let's get you out of those furs and over to the fireplace. As

soon as you warm up a little, I've got water heating, and you can

have a nice hot bath.'

'Oh, yes!' the Rivan Queen replied fervently.

Part of the difficulty with Alorn fur garments lies in the fact that

they don't have buttons, so they're customarily tied on. Undoing

frozen knots can be quite a chore, particularly if one's fingers are

stiff with cold. And so it was that Ce'Nedra was almost forced to

simply stand in the center of the room with her arms outstretched

while Polgara removed her outer garments. Then, once the furs were

off, the Rivan Queen went to the fireplace and stretched her hands

out to the crackling flames.

'Not too close, dear,' Polgara warned. 'Don't burn yourself. How

does a nice hot cup of tea sound?'

'Heavenly!'

After Ce'Nedra had drunk her tea and soaked in a tub of steaming

water for about a half-hour, she actually began to feel warm again.

Then she dressed in a plain gown and returned to the kitchen to

help feed the twins. Polgara's children were a year old now, and

they'd begun to walk - although not very well. They also seemed

to have some difficulty managing their spoons, and quite a bit of

eir supper en e up on t e oor. The twins a axen, cur y

air, and they were absolutely adorable. Their vocabulary was very

imited - at least in any language Ce'Nedra could understand. They

alked to each other extensively in some strange tongue, however.

'They're speaking "twin",' Polgara explained.'It's not uncommon.

ach set of twins develops its own private language. Beldaran and

spoke to each other in "twin" until we were about five. It used to

rive poor uncle Beldin wild.'

Ce'Nedra looked around. 'Where are Garion and Durnik?'

rnik's made some more improvements,' Polgara replied. 'I'd

ine he's showing them off. He's added several rooms at the

of the cottage, so at least you and Garion won't have to sleep

loft. She carefully wiped the chin of one of the twins. Messy

on,' she chided gently. The child giggled. 'Now then, what's

is all about, Ce'Nedra? Why did you make this trip in the dead

f winter?'

'Have you read Belgarath's story yet?' Ce'Nedra asked.

'Yes. It was characteristically long-winded, I thought.'

'You won't get any argument from me about that. How could he

ossibly have written that much down in under a year?'

'Father has certain advantages, Ce'Nedra. If he'd actually had to

rite it, it'd probably have taken him much, much longer.'

'Maybe that's why he left so many things out.'

'I don't exactly follow you, dear.' Polgara gently wiped the face

f the second twin and then set them both down on the floor.

'For someone who pretends to be a professional story-teller, he

ertainly did a third-rate job.'

'He more or less covered everything that happened, I thought.'

'There are some awfully large gaps in that story, Aunt Pol.'

'F ther is seven thousand years old, Ce'Nedra. In that long a time

e bound to be periods when nothing was happening.'

n't go into anything that happened to you, though. He

very much about those years you spent at Vo Wacune

ou did in Car og Nadrak or any of those other places. I

,twant to know what you did.'

,,It 'What on earth for?'

'I want the whole story, Aunt Pol. He left so much out.'

ou re as bad as Garion was. He always used to badger my father

,.Afor more details every time the Old Wolf told him a story.' Polgara

roke off abruptly. 'Away from the fireplace!' she said sharply to

t e twins.

They giggled, but they did as they were told. Ce'Nedra gatl.-iered

that it was a game of sorts. 'Anyway,' she picked up the thread of

her thought, 'Belgarath sent some letters when he had those last

few chapters delivered to Riva. The letter he sent to me is what

gave me the idea of coming here to talk with you. First he accused

us all of getting together and bullying him into writing the history.

He said that he knew there were gaps in the story, but he suggested

that you could fill them in.'

'How typical,' Polgara murmured. 'My father's an expert at starting

things and then tricking others into finishing them for him. Well,

this time he's out of luck. Forget it, Ce'Nedra. I don't pretend to be

a storyteller, and I've got better things to do with my time.'

'But - I

'No buts, dear. Now, go call Garion and Durnik in for supper.'

Ce'Nedra was shrewd enough not to raise the issue again, but a

way around Polgara's refusal had already begun to form in her

devious little mind.

'Garion, dear,' she said when she and her husband were in bed

later that night in the warm and comfortable darkness.

'Yes, Ce'Nedra?'

'You can reach out and talk to your grandfather, can't you?'

'I suppose so. Why?'

'Wouldn't you like to see him - and your grandmother? I mean,

we're this close anyway, and it's not really very far from Belgarath's

tower to the cottage here, and they'd be terribly disappointed if we

let this opportunity for a visit slip by, wouldn't they?'

'What are you up to, Ce'Nedra?'

'Why must I always be "up to" something?'

'You usually are.'

'That's not very nice, Garion. Isn't it just possible that all I want

is a family reunion?'

'I'm sorry. Maybe I misjudged you.'

'Well - actually, your Aunt Pol's being a little stubborn about

this. I'm going to need some help convincing her to write her story.'

'Grandfather won't help you. He already told you that in his

letter.'

'I'm not talking about help from him. I want to talk to Poledra.

Aunt Pol will listen to her mother. Please, Garion.' She said it in

her most winsome and appealing tone.

'All right. I'll talk it over with Durnik and see what he thinks.'

'Why don't you let me talk with Durnik? I'm sure I can persuade

him that it's a good idea.' She nuzzled at her husband's neck

affectionately. 'I'm nice and warm now, Garion,' she said invitingly.

'Yes, I noticed that.'

'Are you really very sleepy?'

'Not that sleepy, dear,' and he turned to embrace her.

This wouldn't be terribly difficult, Ce'Nedra decided. She was an

expert at getting her own way, and she was confident that she could

get Garion and Durnik to agree with her plan. Poledra, on the other

hand, might take a little more work.

Garion, as he usually did, slipped quietly out of bed before it was

even light. The Rivan King had grown up on a farm, and farmers

habitually rise early. Ce'Nedra decided that it might not be a bad

idea to keep track of him for the next couple of days. A chance

conversation between her husband and Durnik might disrupt her

plan - Ce'Nedra deliberately avoided the word 'scheme'. So she

touched the fingertips of her right hand to Beldaran's amulet and

searched with her mind for Garion.

'Oh, hush.' It was Durnik's voice, and it was peculiarly gentle.

'It's only me. Go back to sleep. I'll feed you

later.'There was a muttering, some soft, grumbling sounds - birds of

some kind, Ce'Nedra judged. Then they clucked a bit and settled

back down again.

'Do you always talk to them that way?' It was Garion's voice.

'It keeps them from getting excited and flying off in the dark and

hurting themselves,' Durnik replied. 'They insist on roosting in that

tree right here in the dooryard, and I have to pass that tree every

morning. They know me now, so I can usually persuade them to

settle down again. Birds pick these things up fairly quickly. The

deer take a little longer, and the rabbits are timid and very flighty.'

'You feed them all, don't you, Durnik?'

'They live here, too, Garion, and this farm produces more food

than Pol and I and the babies can possibly eat. Besides, that's one

of the reasons we're here, isn't it? The birds and the deer and the

rabbits can look out for themselves in the summer, but winter's a

lean time, so I help them out a bit.'

He was such a good man! Ce'Nedra's eyes almost filled with tears.

Polgara was the pre-eminent woman in all the world, and she could

have chosen any king or emperor for a husband and lived in a

palace. She'd chosen a simple country blacksmith instead and lived

on this remote farmstead. Now Ce'Nedra knew why.

As it turned out, Durnik was fairly easy to manipulate. Ce'Nedra's

suggestion of 'a little family re-union, since we're all here anyway',

brought him over to her side almost immediately. Durnik was too

innocent to suspect ulterior motives in others. It was so easy that

Ce'Nedra was almost ashamed of herself.

Garion was not nearly so innocent. He had lived with his wilful

little Dryad wife for quite a while now, after all. With both Dumik

and Ce'Nedra urging the reunion, though, he didn't really have any

choice. He did cast a few suspicious looks in Ce'Nedra's direction

before he sent his thought out to his grandfather, however.

Belgarath and Poledra arrived a day or so later, and the old man's

expression when he greeted the Rivan Queen clearly indicated that

he knew that she was 'up to something'. That didn't really concern

Ce'Nedra very much, though. What she was 'up to' didn't involve

Belgarath. She concentrated on Poledra instead.

It was several days before Ce'Nedra had the chance to get her

husband's grandmother off to one side for some serious talk, family

reunions being what they are and all. Polgara's twins, of course,

were the center of everyone's attention. The twins enjoyed that, and

Ce'Nedra was patient. The right moment would come, she was sure

of that, so she simply enjoyed the closeness of the peculiar family

into which she had married and bided her time.

There was a strange quality about the tawny-haired Poledra that

made Ce'Nedra a little hesitant about approaching her. Ce'Nedra

had read Belgarath's story several times, and she was fully aware

of Poledra's peculiar background. She frequently caught herself

studying Belgarath's wife, looking for wolfish traits. They were

probably there, but Ce'Nedra was Tolnedran, and wolves are not

so common in Tolnedra that she'd have recognized the traits even

if they'd been more obvious. The thing that disturbed Ce'Nedra the

most was the disconcertingly direct way Poledra had of looking at

people. Cyradis had called Poledra 'the Woman who Watches', and

the Seeress of Kell had been right on that score. Poledra's golden

eyes seemed quite capable of seeing through all of Ce'Nedra's

defences and concealments into that secret place where the Rivan

Queen stored her motives. The tiny queen really didn't want

anybody snooping around in there.

Finally she screwed up her courage one morning and approached

Polgara's golden-eyed mother. Garion, Belgarath, and Durnik were

outside, conducting one of their endless surveys of the farmstead,

and Polgara was bathing the twins. 'I need to ask a favor of you,

Lady Poledra.' Ce'Nedra was not certain of the proper form of

address, so she fell back on a somewhat inappropriate usage.

'I rather suspected you might,' Poledra replied quite calmly. 'You

went to a great deal of trouble to arrange this gathering, and you've

been watching me for the last several days. I was fairly certain that

you'd eventually get to the point. What's bothering you, child?'

'Well - "bother" might not be the exact term,' Ce'Nedra amended,

averting her eyes slightly. Those penetrating golden eyes made her

nervous. 'There's something I need from Polgara, and she's being

stubborn about it. You know how she can be sometimes.'

'Yes. It's a fan-tily trait.'

'I didn't say that very well, did I?' Ce'Nedra apologized. 'I love

her, of course, but -'

'What do you want from her? Don't run in circles, Ce'Nedra. Get

to the point.'

Ce'Nedra was not accustomed to being addressed so bluntly, but

she chose not to take offence. She side-tracked slightly instead. 'Have

you read the history book your husband just finished writing?' she

asked.

'I don't read often,' Poledra replied. 'It's hard on the eyes. Besides,

he didn't write it. He spoke it, and it just appeared on paper while

he was talking. He cheats sometimes. I heard most of it while he

was talking. It wasn't too inaccurate.'

'That's what I'm getting at. He left quite a bit out, didn't he?'

'In places, yes.'

'But your daughter could fill in those places, couldn't she?'

'Why would she want to do that?'

'To complete the story.'

'Stories aren't really that important, Ce'Nedra. I've noticed that

men-folk tell stories over their ale-cups to fill in the hours between

supper and bedtime.' Poledra's look was amused. 'Did you really

come all this way just to get a story? Couldn't you find anything

better to do - have another baby, or something?'

Ce'Nedra changed direction again. 'Oh, the story isn't for me,'

she lied. 'It's for my son. Someday he'll be the Rivan King.'

'Yes, so I understand. I've been told about that custom. Peculiar

customs should usually be observed, though.'

Ce'Nedra seized that advantage. 'My son Geran will be a leader

someday, and he needs to know where he is and how he got there.

The story will tell him that.'

Poledra shrugged. 'Why's it so important? What happened

yesterday - or a thousand years ago - isn't going to change what happens

tomorrow, is it?'

'It might. Belgarath's story hinted at the fact that things were

going on that I didn't even know were happening. There are two

worlds out there running side by side. If Geran doesn't know about

both of them, he'll make mistakes. That's why I need Polgara's story

- for the sake of my children - and hers.' Ce'Nedra bit off the term

i puppies' at the last instant. 'Isn't caring for our children the most

hnportant thing we do?' Then a thought came to her. 'You could

tell the story, you know.'

'Wolves don't tell stories, Ce'Nedra. We're too busy being

wolves.'

'Then it's going to be up to Polgara. My son will need the rest of

the story. The well-being of his people may depend on his knowing.

I don't know what Aldur has planned for Polgara's children, but

it's very likely that they'll need the story as well.' Ce'Nedra was

quite proud of that little twist. The appeal to Poledra's innate sense

of pack loyalty might very well be the one thing to turn the trick.

'Will you help me persuade Polgara?'

Poledra's golden eyes grew thoughtful. 'I'll think about it,' she

said.

That wasn't exactly the firm conu-nitment Ce'Nedra'd been hoping

for, but Polgara brought out the twins at that point, so the Rivan

Queen wasn't able to pursue the matter further.

When Ce'Nedra awoke the following morning, Garion was

already gone, as usual. Also, as usual, he'd neglected to pile more

wood on the fire, and the room was decidedly cold. Shivering,

Ce'Nedra got out of bed and went looking for warmth. She reasoned

that if Garion was up, Durnik would be as well, so she went directly

to Polgara's bedroom and tapped lightly on the door.

'Yes, Ce'Nedra,' Aunt Pol replied from inside. She always seemed

to know who was at her door.

'May I come in?' Ce'Nedra asked. 'Garion let the fire go out, and

it's freezing in our room.'

'Of course, dear,' Aunt Pol replied.

Ce'Nedra opened the door, hurried to the bed, and crawled under

the covers with Aunt Pol and the babies. 'He always does that,' she

complained. 'He's so busy trying to sneak away that he doesn't even

think about putting more wood on the fire.'

'He doesn't want to wake you, dear.'

'I can always go back to sleep if I want, and I hate waking up in

a cold room.' She gathered one of the twins in her arms and cuddled

the little child close. Ce'Nedra was a mother herself, so she was

very good at cuddling. She realized that she really missed her own

children. She began to have some second thoughts about the wisdom

of a journey in the dead of winter based on nothing more than a

whim.

The Rivan Queen and her husband's aunt talked about various

unimportant things for a while, and then the door opened and

Polgara's mother came in carrying a tray with three cups of steaming

tea on it. 'Good morning, mother,' Polgara said.

'Not too bad,' Poledra replied. 'A little cold, though.' Poledra was

so literal sometimes.

'What are the men-folk up to?' Aunt Pol asked.

'Garion and Durnik are out feeding the birds and animals,'

Poledra said. 'He's still asleep.' Poledra almost never spoke her husband's

name. She set her tray down on the small table near the fireplace.

'I think we need to talk,' she said. She came to the bed, took up the

twins, and deposited them back in the curiously constructed double

cradle that Durnik had built for his children. Then she handed

Polgara and Ce'Nedra each a cup of tea, took the remaining one up

herself, and sat in the chair by the fire.

'What's so important, mother?' Polgara asked.

Poledra pointed one finger at Ce'Nedra. 'She talked with me

yesterday,' she said, 'and I think she's got a point we -should consider.'

'Oh?'

'She said that her son - and his sons - will be leading the Rivans

someday, and there are things they'll need to know. The well-being

of the Rivans might depend on their knowing. That's a leader's first

responsibility, isn't it? - whether he's leading people or wolves.'

Ce'Nedra silently gloated. Her thrown-together arguments the

previous morning had evidently brought Poledra over to her side.

'Where are we going with this, mother?' Polgara asked.

'You have a responsibility as well, Polgara - to the young,' her

mother replied. 'That's our first duty. The Master set you a task,

and you haven't finished it yet.'

Polgara gave Ce'Nedra a hard look.

'I didn't do anything, Aunt Pol,'Ce'Nedra said with feigned

innocence. 'I just asked for your mother's advice, that's all.'

The two sets of eyes - one set tawny yellow, the other deep blue

fixed themselves on her.

Ce'Nedra actually blushed.

'She wants something, Polgara,' Poledra said. 'Give it to her. it

won't hurt you, and it's still a part of the task you freely accepted.

We wolves rely on our instincts; humans need instruction. You've

spent most of your life caring for the young - and instructing them

- so you know what's required. Just set down what really happened

and be done with it.'

'Not all of it, certainly!' Polgara sounded shocked. 'Some of those

things were too private.'

Poledra actually laughed. 'You still have a great deal to learn, my

daughter. Don't you know by now that there's no such thing as

privacy among wolves? We share everything. The information may

be useful to the leader of the Rivans someday - and to your own

children as well - so let's be sure they have what they need. Just

do it, Polgara. You know better than to argue with me.'

Polgara sighed. 'Yes, mother,' she replied submissively.

Ce'Nedra underwent a kind of epiphany at that point, and she

didn't entirely like it. Polgara the, Sorceress was the pre-eminent

woman in the world. She had titles beyond counting, and the whole

world bowed to her, but in some mysterious way, she was still a

wolf, and when the dominant female - her mother in this case

gave an order, she automatically obeyed. Ce'Nedra's own heritage

was mixed - part Borune and part Dryad. She'd argued extensively

with her father, the Emperor of Tolnedra, but when Xantha, Queen

of the Dryads, spoke, Ce'Nedra might complain a bit, but she

instinctively obeyed. It was built into her. She began to look at Polgara in

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