Part 15 (2/2)

”h.e.l.l and blood!” he snapped suddenly. ”I wish I didn't have to do this. It's so d.a.m.n gratuitous.” Then, however, he made a visible effort to master his ire.

”When the FireLions rescued Berek on Mount Thunder,” he said like a shrug, ”they won a battle for him. A turning point. But they didn't win the war. The king's supporters took up the fight. And samadhi eggs them on from the safety of Doriendor Corishev, where Caerroil Wildwood can't reach him, and he doesn't have to worry about the Colossus. Berek still has a long way to go.

”Of course, it's just a mopping-up operation. He has power now, power no one has ever seen before. Eventually he'll win this battle. He'll win the war. But he doesn't know that. The people fighting and dying for him-or for the Queen-don't know it. All they know is, they think they've found something they can believe in. Something they consider more precious than new territory and fresh resources and plain greed.

”Berek was alone on Mount Thunder. His army was scattered, effectively crippled. But they weren't all dead. When the FireLions answered him, it was a spectacle you could see for twenty or thirty leagues. Some of his survivors witnessed forces they couldn't even imagine. And since then the rest have seen him do things-To them, he looks like he's more than human. Better. They know about his vow, and they're looking at this war through his eyes.

”That's the real reason they're going to win. Even with Berek's power-which he doesn't understand yet-they don't have superior force. And they sure as h.e.l.l don't have superior numbers.” Again Covenant's sarcasm mounted.

”But they believe. They aren't conscripts fighting because they'll be cut down if they don't. They're fighting a d.a.m.n holy war.”

Linden listened and said nothing. Moment by moment, she became increasingly certain that Covenant was no longer the man who had changed her life. He had lost some aspect of his humanity in the Arch of Time.

”It'll all be wasted, of course,” he a.s.serted trenchantly. ”Just about two thousand years from now, poor doomed Kevin is going to join Foul in the Ritual of Desecration, and everything Berek and his true believers are fighting for will fall apart.

”After that, it'll be a downhill battle all the way.”

Abruptly Covenant turned on the Theomach. ”Which is why I'm so G.o.d d.a.m.n p.i.s.sed off at you! You and your f.u.c.king arrogance. We aren't supposed to be here. We shouldn't have to go through all this. She shouldn't have to go through it.

”And I'm in a hurry. Never mind how hard I have to work just to keep us in one piece, or how long it's going to take. I can handle that. h.e.l.lfire! I'm in a hurry because I'm trying to stop Foul before he finds a way to ma.s.sacre everybody who has ever cared about the Land, or the Earth, or at least bare survival.”

Before the Theomach could reply, Linden intervened. She suspected that Covenant's vehemence was a ploy, a diversion; and she had no intention of permitting it to distract her. He still had not come to the point of his explanation.

”Covenant,” she asked sharply. ”when is this? How far back did you bring us'?”

Jeremiah gave her a quick, troubled glance, then looked away again. After studying his useless toy for a moment, he put it away in the waistband of his ruined pajamas.

With a shrug, Covenant seemed to dismiss his anger. He sounded almost nonchalant as he said. ”Ten thousand years. Give or take.”

Ten thousand-? Ten thou-?

Still Linden kept her face blank. And if the Theomach hadn't interfered?' she persisted. ”If we were where you wanted? When would that be?'

”Five hundred years after all this.” He indicated Berek's struggle in the east. ”Roughly. I haven't actually counted. It isn't worth the effort.”

She stared at him. Her voice rose in spite of her determination to contain herself. ”So if we were doing this the way you wanted, we would still be nine and a half thousand years away from where we belong?”

”It isn't just the time, Mom,” Jeremiah offered as though he wanted to placate her. ”It's the whole situation.”

Covenant nodded. ”That's right. Time is only part of the problem. We're also not supposed to be here. We're supposed to be over there.” He pointed past her thin glimpse of the forest. ”On the other side of Garroting Deep. Ninety leagues or so, if we could fly.

”But of course we can't,” he said acidly. ”And we can't go through the Deep. So we'll have to go around. All the way around. Which is more like two hundred leagues. Up through the Westron Mountains. In the dead of winter. Without food or warm clothes or horses. And we can't take any shortcuts because the b.l.o.o.d.y Theomach won't let us. He's afraid we might change history.”

”With good cause,” remarked the Theomach ambiguously. ”Other puissant beings occupy this age of the Land. And the forces at your command are misplaced here. Any encounter threatens a disturbance of Time which I will be unable to contain. You cannot safely attain your goal except upon the path that I have prepared for you-the path of the lady's choices and desires.

”Even you, Halfhand, with your daring and folly,” the man stated, ”even you must endeavor to avoid or mislead notice.”

”Oh, thanks.” Covenant snorted bitterly. ”I didn't realize that. I feel so much better now.”

”Covenant, stop,” Linden put in. ”You can complain as much as you want later. You still haven't explained anything. You haven't told me why.

What can you possibly hope to accomplish this far from where we belong? You said that you know how to save the Land.” And Jeremiah. ”Why do we have to be thousands of years and hundreds of leagues away from where were needed?”

The Unbeliever gave her a look dark with resentment, then turned his head away. ”The Theomach is right about one thing,” he muttered. ”If we can get there, we might still be able to do it.”

He sighed heavily. But what I wanted ”Ah, h.e.l.l.” With an air of disgust, he seemed to concede defeat. ”I was aiming for the time of Damelon. High Lord Damelon Giantfriend, Berek's son. I wanted to catch him when he reaches Melenkurion Skyweir. Right before he figures out how to get at what he's looking for.

”I was planning to sneak in behind him.

Before he started thinking of ways to keep people out. Between the two of us, Jeremiah and I can do that, no matter how much lore he has. Then we could just hide until he left. That would leave us free to do whatever we wanted.”

With difficulty, Linden swallowed an impulse to yell at him. ”I still don't understand,” she insisted. ”What's so important about Melenkurion Skyweir? What's Damelon looking for? d.a.m.n it, Covenant, you told me that you know what to do, you talk and talk, but you don't explain anything.”

Keeping his face turned away, Covenant answered. ”The Skyweir is on the other side of Garroting Deep. It's the biggest mountain in the west. Somewhere deep inside it are the springs that form the Black River. That's another reason Caerroil Wildwood is so strong. The Black River feeds him. It carries a lot of power. Because one of its springs is the Blood of the Earth.”

While Linden's mind reeled, Covenant drawled over his shoulder, ”Drinking the EarthBlood gives the Power of Command. h.e.l.lfire, Linden, I must have told you that.”

Then he announced grimly, ”I intend to use the Power of Command to stop Foul. I'm going to do what I would have done if you hadn't created that d.a.m.n Staff. I'm going to freeze time around him. And around Kastenessen while I'm at it. Encase them in temporal ice. That way, I can finally put a stop to all these atrocities without risking the Arch.”

At last, the cold found its way through Linden's clothes to her heart. You must be the first to drink of the EarthBlood. Esmer had known exactly what Covenant and Jeremiah had in mind.

Taking the Risk The cold seemed to speak directly to Linden: she saw its uncompromising beauty. Certainly it could kill her. It had no pity. And she was not dressed warmly enough to contain her body's inadequate heat. The sensation of fire that Covenant had given to her was slipping away. Already s.h.i.+vers began to rise through her undefended flesh. Soon she would lose control of her limbs; or she would have to implore Covenant to succor her again.

Nevertheless the austerity and precision of the cold gave it a numinous glory. The sunlit crystalline untrammeled brilliance of the snow on all sides defined the contours of the hilltop as distinctly as etch-work in purest gla.s.s. The air itself might have been gla.s.s. Every slope and crest around her seemed to burn as though it were afire with cold. And winds had shaped and sculpted the crust as it melted and refroze repeatedly between day and night. She could see delicate, dazzling whorls everywhere; sastrugi as scalloped and articulate as hieroglyphs or runes; ridges and hollows as suggestive as the elaborate surface of the sea. With every step that she and Covenant and Jeremiah had taken, or would take, they marred instances of the most casual and frangible loveliness.

Covenant had not stopped speaking: he seemed unaware that she heeded a voice other than his. Trenchant with bitterness, he was saying. Of course, the Elohim could have done the same thing, saved us all this trouble, if they weren't so d.a.m.n self-absorbed. And if they didn't object to messing around with time. That was Kastenessen's original crime. They Appointed him to contain the skurj because he shared himself with a mortal lover, gave her some of who he was. He wanted her with him, so he gave her the power to stay young. To defy time. To use magicks like his. So naturally the Elohim took offense.”

With her health-sense, Linden felt each probing finger of winter as it found its way through her garments to touch her skin with ice. If she had known how to interpret the speech of wind and weather, she might have been able to name every avatar of the snow and cold: every flake and crystal, every self-sufficient pattern; every broken and unbreakable rumple in the cloak that covered the hillsides. The stark and brittle branches of the distant forest might have spoken to her.

And if you do all that,” she asked Covenant as if she were unaware of her own voice. ”what happens to Jeremiah? Will he be freed? Will he be safe'?”

Would she be able to find him?

Her son was in more danger than anyone; more peril and more pain. Although he stood at Covenant's side, his tangible body remained at Lord Foul's mercy. Because he was her son, the strange bifurcation of his torment seemed too great to be borne.

Covenant sighed. In a gentler voice, he replied, ”Unfortunately, no. Oh, his suffering will end. As soon as I freeze Foul, everything he's doing will stop. But drinking the EarthBlood, using the Power of Command-Unleas.h.i.+ng forces on that scale will pretty much overwhelm us. Jeremiah and I will disappear. Well snap back to where we belong.” If he felt any grief at the prospect of losing his physical existence-or losing Linden-he did not show it. ”He won't hurt anymore, but he'll still be trapped wherever Foul has him. And he won't know any more about where that is than he does now. He'll still need rescuing.”

Before Linden could pull her thoughts out of the cold to protest, he added, ”That's one of the reasons you're here. In fact, I never even considered doing this without you. After Jeremiah and I vanish, it'll be your turn. Once we're gone, you can drink the EarthBlood yourself. You can Command-” His tone remained gentle. ”h.e.l.lfire, Linden, you can Command any d.a.m.n thing you want. All you have to do is want it, and you and your kid will be reunited. In your proper time. Anywhere you choose. If it'll make you happy, you two can live in Andelain together for the rest of your natural lives.”

Trembling with relief and cold-with a hope so sudden that it seemed to shake the marrow of her bones-she asked. ”Is that true? Is that what you meant? When you said that you can't do this without me?”

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