Part 19 (1/2)
Linden glanced at the man, a vague shape in the night. With every step, the sensations of Berek's camp became stronger: the fear and pain bordering on madness; the frantic fatigue; the stunned, almost unreactive resolve. And now she could smell horses, already half maimed by inadequate provender and far too much exertion. The cold carried the scents of dung and rotting straw as clearly as sounds.
”Then listen,” she told the scout Krenwill. ”I'm a healer. I want to help. Not with the war. With the wounded. And my companions don't mean you any harm.”
The man studied her in silence for a moment. Then he announced softly, ”I hear truth, Basila. If her words are false, she does not know them to be so.”
Linden felt a grudging, uncertain relief from the woman. Still suspiciously, Basila asked. ”You say that you desire Lord Berek's aid. What do you wish of him?”
The clatter of hooves on ice came faintly through the dark, growing louder. Linden counted two riders approaching cautiously. And they were alone. Presumably the man who had run to warn them had continued on toward the camp.
”Horses,” she answered, brusque with the effort of sustaining her haste. ”Food. Warm clothes. I want to get as far away from here as possible.
”That's a lot to ask, I know,” she added.
”But first I'm going to earn it.”
If the stubborn hostility of men and women who had seen too much war did not prevent her- ”Wisdom indeed,” the Theomach remarked to the forlorn mult.i.tude of the stars. Then he told Linden. You have been well chosen, lady.”
”h.e.l.l and blood,” Covenant muttered at her back. ”How did the two of you become such buddies? I'm the one who's trying to save the d.a.m.n world.”
”There is your error,” replied the Theomach over his shoulder. ”You aim too high. The Earth is too wide and rife with mystery to be saved or d.a.m.ned by such as you.”
Peering ahead, Linden studied the approach of the riders. Long ago, Covenant had told her of prophecies which the Council of Lords had preserved concerning the white gold wielder.
And with the one word of truth or treachery, he will save or d.a.m.n the Earth because he is mad and sane, cold and pa.s.sionate, lost and found.
She did not know what she would do if the outriders blocked her path. She needed to reach Berek's camp while she still had enough stamina to be of some use. But she was reluctant to call on Jeremiah's aid again. She did not understand his power, and feared its consequences.
With a m.u.f.fled clash of tack and an uneasy skitter of hooves, two mounted horses condensed from the dark. Involuntarily she slowed to a stop; leaned on the Staff while she strove to steady her breathing. The riders were both women. When they had halted, one of them asked gruffly. ”What transpires, Basila? All darkness is fraught with peril, and the coming of these strangers does not rest lightly upon us.”
Basila's manner conveyed a shrug. ”Krenwill conceives that the woman speaks sooth.”
That she means no harm?” insisted the rider. That she is a healer, and intends healing? That she seeks aid of the Lord?”
”Aye,” Basila replied. And Krenwill said. ”If there is falsehood here, or peril, she has no knowledge of it.”
”And the theurgy which compelled you to let them pa.s.s?” the rider continued. ”Does it ward them still?”
Basila extended her arm toward Linden; moved closer until she was almost near enough to touch Linden.
Then she let her arm drop. ”It does not.” As if she wished to be fair, she added, ”And we received no hurt from it. We were merely”-she shrugged again-”repelled.”
”Then we will not tarry,” the rider announced. She radiated a desire for haste that had nothing to do with Linden's urgency. Rather she seemed to feel exposed on the open plain; eager for light-and for the support of Berek's army. ”Warhaft Inbull will adjudge the matter. A healer we would welcome gladly. But that the woman speaks sooth promises little for her companions.
”Resume your watch,” she told the scouts. ”This seems a night for hazards. If four strangers approach from the west, eight may follow, or a score, or-” She left the thought unfinished. ”Epemin and I will continue your escort.”
Relieved, Linden started forward again with her companions. At once, the two riders separated, turning their weary horses to take the positions that Basila and Krenwill had occupied; and the scouts drifted back into the night.
Linden forgot the scouts as soon as they were gone. Her percipience was focused on the growing emanations of Berek's camp. Her face felt frozen, and all of her skin ached with cold. Nonetheless her nerves were certain.
She was nearing a large body of men and women-and a much smaller number of horses. She sensed the turmoil and determination among the warriors; the prolonged strain of overexertion and blood loss and insufficient food; the instances of agony and anguish. As well as she could, she watched the east for the glow of campfires. But her eyes themselves felt frozen, and ordinary sight was of little use to her. Unable to sustain herself with Earthpower while Covenant and Jeremiah were nearby, she had nothing to rely on except her health-sense.
In her concentration, she was slow to realize that the nearer rider, the woman who had spoken earlier, was speaking again. ”I am Yellinin,” the woman said, ”third after Warhaft Inbull in the tenth Eoman of the second Eoward. He will require your names. And if indeed you come as friends, I would wish to speak of you courteously. How shall I introduce you to the Warhaft?”
Linden bit down on her numb lip. She had no time, and less strength, for questions. And she had caught her first glimpse of firelight. It dimmed the stars, diminished the depth of the night-and limned a long, low rise ahead of her, the last obstacle between her and the encampment. The sight increased her feeling of urgency. Nevertheless she tried to contain her impatience.
”I'm Linden Avery. The man beside me is the Theomach. Thomas Covenant and my son, Jeremiah, are behind us.” Then, because she was desperate in her own way, she asked, ”Can't we just skip arguing with your Warhaft? I don't mean to be rude myself. But you have an appalling number of wounded. I can feel them from here. It would be better for all of us if you took me straight to your field hospital”-she grimaced at the awkwardness of using a term which might not be familiar to Yellinin-”or wherever you care for your wounded.
”Let me prove myself,” she urged the rider as they began to ascend the rise, and the light of uncounted campfires grew brighter. ”Then your Warhaft-or Lord Berek-can decide what he thinks of me.” Suddenly an idea came to her. ”In the meantime, you can take my companions to your Warhaft. Let him ask them as many questions as he wants.” Linden wished him joy of the experience. Together, Covenant, Jeremiah, and the Theomach were probably cryptic enough to confound tree trunks or plinths of basalt. But if Berek's cutters and herbalists had no other resources, she would need to draw on the Staff of Law-and for that she required as much distance from Covenant and Jeremiah as possible. ”Think of them as hostages to ensure my good faith.”
”Mom,” Jeremiah objected: he sounded frightened. And Covenant muttered, ”b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, Linden. Just when I think you've run out of terrible ideas.”
Her son's alarm tugged at her as Covenant's vexation did not. But she kept her back to them; hardened her heart. Her attention was fixed on the injuries of Berek's people, and her gaze focused her appeal on Yellinin. If she had not been so tightly clenched to her purpose, she might have said, Please. I beg of you.
”Wisdom, as I have proclaimed,” the Theomach announced. ”Lady, I am both pleased and gratified.”
The mounted woman leaned down from her saddle, trying to study Linden's face in the dim glow of the camp. ”You ask much, Linden Avery,” she replied severely. ”If I judge wrongly-or if Krenwill's hearing has misled him-you may cause great woe.”
”And if I'm telling the truth,” Linden countered. ”you'll save lives.” She did not slow her strides to accommodate Yellinin's uncertainty.
After a moment, the outrider said slowly, feeling her way. ”It was the one whom you name Jeremiah-was it not?-who wielded theurgy against Basila and her comrades? If you are parted from him, he will be unable to ward you.”
Her tone added, And in your absence, he will be free to wreak any harm which he may desire.
”Yes,” Linden answered at once. ”it was. But I don't need his protection.” If she had been a different woman, she could have challenged Berek's foes for him; perhaps routed them. ”He won't use his power again unless Covenant tells him to-and Covenant won't do that.” Covenant had accepted the path which the Theomach had laid out for him. Linden was confident that he would not risk Berek's enmity: not in the Theomach's presence. ”I can't promise that your Warhaft will like their answers. But they won't fight him.”
”a.s.suredly I will not,” the Theomach offered lightly. ”And I will watch over your companions.”
”Linden.” Covenant's voice was harsh with warnings or threats. ”You know what can go wrong here.”
”Sure,” she replied over her shoulder. Disturbances in the integrity of Time, lethal discontinuities. And she had been warned that Berek held enough Earthpower to erase Covenant and Jeremiah-”But you know what we have to gain. You'll be all right without me for a while.”
Abruptly Yellinin dismounted. Leaving her horse, she came to Linden. In spite of her obscured features, her sword and cuira.s.s, and her warrior's bearing, she radiated concern rather than suspicion as she grasped Linden's arm and pulled her away from her companions.
Softly, tensely, Yellinin said, ”Linden Avery, if you choose to part from your comrades, I must inform you that Warhaft Inbull is not known for gentleness. Lord Berek endeavors to restrain him, but he has suffered much in this war-lost much, endured much-and has become cruel. Upon occasion, he has refused Krenwill's aid because he desires to discover truth with pain.
Is it truly your wish that your son should be delivered to the Warhaft?”
For the first time since she had become aware that she was needed, Linden faltered. Instinctively she looked at the pleading on Jeremiah's face. He, Covenant, and the Theomach had stopped: they stood watching her; waiting for her. She could not read Covenant or her son; but the meaning of Covenant's scowl was obvious, and Jeremiah's open chagrin seemed as poignant as a cry.
-has become cruel.
He's full of Earthpower. If he so much as touches us, this whole ordeal will be wasted.
But the call of the wounded was too strong. She was a physician, and could not refuse it.
Like Covenant and the Theomach, Jeremiah had resources which surpa.s.sed her ability to measure them.
Deliberately Linden turned back to Yellinin. ”My companions don't mean any harm.” She made no effort to conceal the pressure rising in her. ”They won't cause any trouble. I keep saying that. But they can protect themselves if they have to. Right now, people are dying. Your people.” She could feel them: they were as vivid to her as the ravages of the Sunbane. ”The sooner I get to work, the more of them I can help.”