Part 37 (1/2)
became visible like a translation of song.
He was tall and strong, wrapped in a robe as fine and white as the music which streamed from the lines of his form. In his right hand, he gripped a long, gnarled tree-limb as though it were the staff of his might For he was mighty*oh, he was mighty! The sheer potency of him shouted to Linden's senses as he approached, s.h.i.+nning her not with fear but with awe. A long moment pa.s.sed before she was able to see him clearly.
”Caer-CaveraI,” whispered Covenant. ”Hile Troy.” Linden felt his legs tremble as if he ached to kneel, wanted to stretch himself prostrate in front of the eldritch puissance of the Forestal. ”Dear G.o.d, I'm glad to see you.” Memories poured from him, pain and rescue and bittersweet meeting.
Then at last Linden discerned through the phosph.o.r.escence 346 and the music that the tall man had no eyes. The skin of his face spread straight and smooth from forehead to cheek over the sockets in which orbs should have been.
Yet he did not, appear to need sight. His music was the only sense he required. It lit the Giants, entrancing them where they stood, leaving them with a glamour in their faces and a cessation of all hurt in their hearts. It trilled and swirled through Linden, carrying her care away, humbling her to silence. And it met Covenant as squarely as any gaze.
”You have come,” the man sang, drawing glimmers of melody from the greensward, spangled wreaths of accompaniment from the trees. ”And the woman of your world with you.
That is well.” Then his singing concentrated more personally on Covenant; and Covenant's eyes burned with grief. Hile Troy had once commanded the armies of the Land against Lord Foul. But he had sold himself to the Forestal of Garroting Deep to purchase a vital victory*and the price had been more than three millennia of service.
”Thomas Covenant, you have become that which I may no longer command. But I ask this of you, that you must grant it.” Melody flowed from him down the hillside, curling about Covenant's feet and pa.s.sing on. The music tuned itself to a pitch of authority. ”Ur-Lord and Illender, Unbeliever and Earthfriend. You have earned the valor of those names. Stand aside.”
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Covenant stared at the Forestal, his whole stance pleading for comprehension.
”You must not intervene. The Land's need is harsh, and its rigor falls upon other heads as well as yours. No taking of life is gentle, but in this there is a necessity upon me, which you are craved to honor. This Law also must be broken.” The moon was poised above the Hills, as acute as a sickle; but its light was only a pale echo of the music that gleamed like droplets of bright dew up and down the slope. Within the trunks of the trees rose the same song which glittered on their leaves. ”Thomas Covenant,” the Forestal repeated, ”stand aside.”
Now the rue of the melody could not be mistaken. And behind it s.h.i.+mmered a note of fear.
”Covenant, please,” Caer-CaveraI concluded in a completely different voice*the voice of the man he had once 347 been. ”Do this for me. No matter what happens. Don't interfere.”
Covenant's throat worked. ”I don't*” he started to say. I don't understand. Then, with a wrench of will, he stepped out of the Forestal's way.
Stately and grave, Caer-CaveraI went down the hillside toward Sunder.
The Graveler stood as if he did not see the tall, white figure, heard no song. Hollian he held upright against his heart, her face pressed to his chest. But his head was up: his eyes watched the slope down which Caer-CaveraI had come. A cry that had no voice stretched his visage.
Slowly, like an action in a dream, Linden turned to look in the direction of Sunder's gaze.
As Covenant did the same, a sharp pang sprang from him.
Above the company, moons.h.i.+ne and Forestal-fire condensed to form a human shape. Pale silver, momentarily transparent.
then more solid, like an incarnation of evanescence and yearning, a woman walked toward the onlookers. A smile curved her delicate mouth; and her hair swept a suggestion of dark wings and destiny past her shoulders; and she shone like loss and hope.
Hollian eh-Brand. Sunder's Dead, come to greet him.
The sight of her made him breathe in fierce, shuddering gasps, as if she had set a goad to his heart.
She pa.s.sed by Covenant, Linden, and the Giants without acknowledging them. Perhaps for her they did not exist. Erect with the dignity of her calling, the importance of her purpose, she moved to the Forestal's side and stopped, facing Sunder and her own dead body.
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death. It was my flesh that failed you, not my love.”
Helpless to reply. Sunder went on gasping as if his life were being ripped out of him.
Hollian started to speak again; but the Forestal raised his staff, silencing her. He did not appear to move, to take any action. Yet music leaped around Sunder like a swirl of moon- sparks, and the Graveler staggered. Somehow, Hollian was taken from him. She was enfolded tenderly in the crook of the Porestal's left arm. Caer-CaveraI claimed her stiff death for himself. The song became keener, whetted by loss and trepidation.348 Wildly, Sunder s.n.a.t.c.hed the krill from its resting place against his burned belly. Its argent pa.s.sion pierced the music.
All reason was gone from him. Wracked for air, he brandished Loric's blade at the Forestal, mutely demanding that Hollian be given back to him.
The restraint Hile Troy had asked of Covenant made him shudder.
”Now it ends,” fluted Caer-Caveral. The singing which conveyed his words was at once exquisitely beautiful and unbearable. ”Do not fear for me. Though it is severe, this must be done. I am weary, eager of release and called to rest. Your love supplies the power, and none other may take the burden from you. Son of Na.s.sic”*the music contained no command now, but only sorrow*”you must strike me.”
Covenant flinched as if he expected Sunder to obey. The Graveler was desperate enough for anything. But Linden watched him with all her senses and saw his inchoate violence founder in dismay. He lowered the krill. His eyes were wide with supplication. Behind the mad obsession which had ruled him since HoIIian's death still lived a man who loathed killing *who had shed too much blood and never forgiven himself for it. His soul seemed to collapse inward. After days of endurance, he was dying.
The Forestal struck the turf with bis staff, and the Hills rang. ”Strike!”
His demand was so potent that Linden raised her hands involuntarily, though it was not directed at her. Yet some part of Sunder remained unbroken, clear. The comers of his jaw knotted with the old obduracy which had once enabled him to defy Gibbon. Deliberately, he unbent his elbow, let the krill dangle from his weak hand. His head slumped forward until his chin rested on his chest. He no longer made any effort to breathe.
Caer-Caveral sent a glare of phosph.o.r.escence at the Graveler. ”Very well,” he trilled angrily. ”Withhold*and be lost.
The Land is ill-served by those who will not pay the price of love.” Turning sharply away, he strode back through the company in the direction from which he had come. He still bore HoIIian's physical form clasped in his left arm.
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And the Dead eh-Brand went with him as if she approved.
Her eyes were silver and grieving.
849 It was too much. A strangled cry tore Sunder's refusal. He could not let Hollian go; his desire for her was too strong.
Raising the krill above his head in both fists, he ran at the Forestal's back.
Too late, Covenant shouted, ”No!” and leaped after Sunder.
The Giants could not move. The music held them fascinated and motionless. Linden was not certain that they were truly able to see what was happening.
She could have moved. She felt the same stasis which enclosed the First and Pitchwife; but it was not strong enough to stop her. Her percipience could grasp the melody and make it serve her. With the slow instantaneousness of visions or nightmares, she knew she was able to do it. The music would carry her after Sunder so swiftly that he might never reach the Forestal.
Yet she did not. She had no way to measure the implications of this crisis. But she had seen the pain s.h.i.+ning in HoIIian's eyes, the eh-Brand's recognition of necessity. And she trusted the sum, brave woman. She made no effort to stop Sunder as he hammered the point of the krill between Caer-Caveral's shoulderblades with the last force of his life.
From the blow burst a deflagration of pearl flame which rent away immobility, sent Linden and the Giants sprawling, hurled Covenant to the gra.s.s. At^nce, all the music became fire and raced toward the Forestal, sweeping around him*and Sunder and Hollian with him*so that they were effaced from sight, consumed in an incandescent whirlwind that spouted into the heavens, reached like the ruin of every song toward the bereft stars. A cacophony of fear clashed and wept around the flame; but the flame did not hear it. In a rush of ascension, the blaze burned its hot, mute agony against the night as if it fed on the pure heart of Andelain, bore that spirit writhing and appalled through the high dark.
And as it rose, Linden seemed to hear the fundamental fabric of the world tearing.
Then, before the sight became unendurable, the fire began to subside. By slow stages, the conflagration changed to an ordinary fire, yellow with heat and eaten wood, and she saw it burning from the black and blasted stump of a tree trunk which had not been there when Caer-Caveral was struck.
Stabbed deep into the charred wood beyond any hope of White Gold Wielder 350.
removal was the krill. Only the flames that licked the stump made it visible: the light of its gem was gone.