He and the Ardent positioned themselves on opposite sides of the company. While the Harrow began to rub his beads in an elaborate pattern, muttering as his fingers skittered from place to place, the Ardent sent out bright streamers to enclose Linden and her companions. His ribbands spread far enough to touch the Harrow"s shoulders; but the Harrow ignored them.
Still muttering, he demanded, "Douse your magic, youth. It intrudes."
Linden understood. The Sunstone was an instrument of Earthpower: it expressed Liand"s strength according to the strictures of Law. Clearly the Harrow intended to step outside such boundaries, as he did whenever he translated himself from one location to another.
For a moment, Liand considered the Harrow"s order. Then he shrugged and eased his grip on the orcrest orcrest, allowing its illumination to fade until the stone lay inert in his hand. But he did not return it to its pouch at his waist.
Lit only by the pinp.r.i.c.k glittering of the stars, Linden and her companions waited, dark as shadows, for the Harrow to complete his preparations.
Linden held her breath. She was going to Jeremiah: she repeated that to herself again and again. Going to Jeremiah. After all this time: after so much struggle and inadequacy, so much bitter victory and expensive failure. Soon she would need to find the courage for what she would see, the croyel croyel clinging to her son"s helpless back, chewing viciously on the side of his neck; filling her vacant boy with feral hate. clinging to her son"s helpless back, chewing viciously on the side of his neck; filling her vacant boy with feral hate.
And she had to pray that at least one of her companions possessed the force necessary to make the monster let go let go- Of its own will, the croyel croyel would never allow her to hold Jeremiah in her arms. Never. would never allow her to hold Jeremiah in her arms. Never.
Leaning against Grueburn"s stone cataphract, Linden waited; tried to hope. She felt no power gather around her. Nothing more eldritch than Andelain itself seemed to inhabit the night. But she had never been able to sense the peculiar magicks of the Insequent. Like the Theomach"s and the Mahdoubt"s, the Harrow"s form of wizardry articulated itself in a dimension of reality or time which lay outside the reach of her perceptions.
She did not know that anything had happened until the stars, and the deeper night beneath the surrounding trees, and the Hills themselves vanished into utter darkness. Then heavy stone and cold closed over her-over all of her company-like the sealing of a tomb.
Seek Deep Stone
Tightly guarded by the Humbled, Thomas Covenant was s.n.a.t.c.hed out of recollections of Cavewights to find himself standing on the wrought span, long and narrow, that bridged the abyss between the imponderable gutrock of Mount Thunder and the portal of the Lost Deep.
The magicks of the Insequent and his fear for Linden had wrenched him out of his memories. It was possible that no one else understood how badly she could be hurt here.
He saw nothing. The darkness was absolute, encased by leagues of complex stone. He was probably days of tortuous ascents below the nearest caves and tunnels of the Wightwarrens. Nonetheless he had no impression of the terrible chasm that stretched beneath his feet: he could hardly taste the ancient dust in the stagnant, dying air. The cold had not reached him yet. He was numb with leprosy, and had no health-sense to identify his circ.u.mstances.
Nevertheless the pervasive brume of Kevin"s Dirt was stifling. He was dangerously close to its source; to the living bane that Kastenessen and Esmer and moksha moksha Raver had tapped or harnessed in order to generate the fug which hampered the Staff of Law. Raver had tapped or harnessed in order to generate the fug which hampered the Staff of Law.
So near that unanswerable evil, Linden and Liand and the Ramen were surely as truncated, as blind and nearly insensate, as he was. Anele"s heritage of Earthpower might preserve him; but even the percipience of the Haruchai Haruchai and the Giants was likely to fail. In moments, every one of Linden"s companions would be effectively as eyeless as Mahrtiir, as deaf as seas, as unresponsive to touch as bluff rock. and the Giants was likely to fail. In moments, every one of Linden"s companions would be effectively as eyeless as Mahrtiir, as deaf as seas, as unresponsive to touch as bluff rock.
Unaware of the danger- The absence of light was so complete that the stubborn granite in every direction could no longer recall illumination.
Yet Covenant knew exactly where he was. Of course he did. From the perspective of the Arch, his spirit had visited this place too often to be mistaken. Scant hours ago, he had been painfully familiar with the Lost Deep-and with the fragile reach of stone which provided its only access to or from the outer world. Remembering it now, he remembered also that even the Harrow in his avarice had never pa.s.sed beyond this span. The Insequent"s claim that he knew where to find Linden"s son was based, not on direct observation, but on other forms of knowledge.
By increments, a dull ache invaded Covenant"s chest. The sensation inspired a kind of panic. Perhaps the source of Kevin"s Dirt had already noticed the intrusion of the Staff of Law and white gold, of orcrest orcrest and Loric"s and Loric"s krill krill, if not the presence of Giants and Haruchai Haruchai and ordinary humans. But he was human himself now. After a moment, he realized that what he felt was oxygen deprivation, not the dire approach of hate. The icy air was too old to sustain him: he was beginning to suffocate. and ordinary humans. But he was human himself now. After a moment, he realized that what he felt was oxygen deprivation, not the dire approach of hate. The icy air was too old to sustain him: he was beginning to suffocate.
No one spoke. No one had spoken. The entire company seemed paralyzed, held motionless by shock or terror. By darkness or cold or anoxia. But then Anele began coughing-and the Giants shifted slightly, making room for the Humbled-and a far more immediate alarm seized Covenant.
"Don"t move!" he wheezed urgently. "Don"t anyone move."
He wanted to say more. h.e.l.lfire! Don"t you know where we are are? But a spasm of coughing closed his throat. Every effort to breathe filled his lungs with dust.
The span was narrow. Anyone who fell would plunge long enough to wish for death before the end.
Linden? he tried to call out; tried and could not. He had not coughed for millennia. Freed from the necessities of muscles and irritated tissues, he had forgotten how to manage them. Coughing wracked him until his mind spun as if he had been stricken with vertigo.
Then he heard Linden"s voice. "Liand," she gasped: a severe effort. "Orcrest."
For a time that felt interminable, nothing happened. Liand must have been overwhelmed by the suddenness with which he had lost his health-sense; or by simple darkness and alarm. And no one aided him. Blinded, they did not know how.
The Harrow should have taken action. This was his his doing. But perhaps he was content to let his companions-his victims-fall. He had not vowed to defend them from the dangers of this journey. Under the circ.u.mstances, the prospect of being rid of Linden and her friends probably pleased him. doing. But perhaps he was content to let his companions-his victims-fall. He had not vowed to defend them from the dangers of this journey. Under the circ.u.mstances, the prospect of being rid of Linden and her friends probably pleased him.
He had no experience with Linden"s Staff.
In that case, the Ardent- d.a.m.nation, it was cold. Covenant felt a kind of astonished fury at his inability to stop coughing; to open his throat and draw breath and speak. What was the good of his resurrection if he could not control his own body?
The Ardent feared the deep places of the Earth the deep places of the Earth. With ample reason.
One or more of the Ramen retched for air. The Giants moved cautiously away from each other in spite of Covenant"s warning. They did not fear cold or darkness or old stone: they may have wanted a little s.p.a.ce in which to clear their lungs. Or perhaps they sought room to protect the people they carried.
"Heed the Unbeliever," Stave said as if mere suffocation and sightlessness and chill could not impinge upon him. "Stonedownor, heed the Chosen."
The Giants stopped. Liand made a hoa.r.s.e sound. Somewhere in the darkness, he struggled to regain his concentration.
Gradually light began to emerge from the young man"s right fist.
By slow degrees at first, the glow swelled. Benighted and heavy, the bulk of the Swordmainnir took shape. The Humbled appeared around Covenant as though they had condensed from the thinner substance of shadows. Linden leaned, panting, on Grueburn"s breastplate. Held by Galesend, Anele had covered his face with his hands in terror.
Then Liand grew stronger. The ramifications of exerted Earthpower purified the air around him, enabling him to breathe more easily.
In a rush, radiance burst out to contradict the dark.
A strangled cry came from Liand. The Ironhand barked, "Stone and Sea!" Her comrades hissed imprecations and oaths. "Oh, G.o.d," Linden repeated like a wail, "oh, G.o.d," but softly, softly, as if she feared the sound of her own voice.
Cold echoes mocked every word.
Like Liand, the rest of the company began to inhale better air. They grew stronger; strong enough to recognize the extremity of their situation.
Covenant and four Haruchai Haruchai and eight Giants stood near the apex of the bridge, facing their destination. Ahead of them, the Harrow still muttered incantations or invocations. At the rear of the company, the Ardent gagged on protests that choked him. He had withdrawn his ribbands; wrapped them like a form of armor around his corpulence. and eight Giants stood near the apex of the bridge, facing their destination. Ahead of them, the Harrow still muttered incantations or invocations. At the rear of the company, the Ardent gagged on protests that choked him. He had withdrawn his ribbands; wrapped them like a form of armor around his corpulence.
Beneath their feet, the smooth span of the bridge traced a shallow arc upward and then down toward the portal of the Lost Deep: a high, arched entryway with nothing beyond it except an impermeable black, a darkness which the Sunstone could not pierce. A host could have entered there, or issued forth; but here the stone was no more than two Giants" paces wide. It looked too fragile to hold so much weight.
Across this stone, the Viles had left their elaborate demesne in order to measure their lore against the wider world; and so they had learned doubt and then loathing and then doom.
They had not been burdened by flesh. Their makings, the Demondim, had seldom troubled to inhabit bodies. And with the exception of their loremasters, the ur-viles that had once labored in the loreworks were hands shorter than Covenant; more slight than even Pahni. The Waynhim were smaller still. None of them had needed a st.u.r.dy bridge.
But the white shining of Liand"s Sunstone reached farther. In spite of his dismay, he extended light into a vast s.p.a.ce that made the figures on the bridge seem tiny by comparison.
Overhead a crude dome formed the ceiling of an immense cavern. From the gutrock depended a number of tapering stalact.i.tes ma.s.sive as towers, knaggy as gnarled wood. They glistened with moisture. Among them, spangles of quartz and other crystals cast giddy reflections, as elusive as wheeling stars. None of the stalact.i.tes hung directly over the bridge. Yet they looked so ponderous that the mere wind of their pa.s.sing if they fell might crack the span.
From their tips, streams of water trickled downward, pulling Covenant"s gaze with them.
Downward.
Downward.
Into an abyss that seemed to have no bottom. If those delicate rivulets struck rock somewhere far below the bridge, their plash was too distant to be audible.
The depths called to Covenant. Dizziness clutched at his stomach; his head. Involuntarily he stumbled. Galt"s hands gripped his arms like iron bands, but he did not feel them. Everyone around him seemed to recede until they were beyond reach; unable to aid him. Coldspray rasped questions that had no meaning. His mind whirled, sucking away its own substance.
His spirit had forgotten vertigo: his flesh had not. It urged him to pitch himself into the chasm; to satisfy this whirlpool of nausea by falling and falling like the water, endlessly, until his body redeemed itself in the depths.
If Galt had given him a chance- "No," the Ardent wheezed, straining for air. "I cannot. The Harrow has misled himself." Fright ached in his voice. "The span is warded. We must not fall! We must not fall!"
Like a mirage of himself, the Insequent fled toward the safer rock of Mount Thunder"s roots, away from the portal.
"Withdraw," Coldspray commanded through her teeth. "Follow the Ardent. Now. With care. This stone is seamed with age, ancient beyond reckoning. Our weight may surpa.s.s its endurance."
The sound of her voice seemed to spread cracks through the rock, flaws like the fissures that riddled Covenant"s thoughts. He imagined bits of granite breaking off from the edges of the span, following threads of moisture down to their eternal end. The bridge had begun to fail. Or it would fail. Vertigo reduced his friable balance, his human awareness, to rubble.
"No," countered Clyme. "The Harrow will forsake us, as the Ardent has done. This mad endeavor will accomplish only ruin if we permit the holder of Staff and ring to precede us."
"He won"t," Linden groaned urgently. "He promised. He"s going to take us to Jeremiah. And bring us back. If he doesn"t, he"ll destroy himself."
Her voice created an eyot of sanity in Covenant"s reeling mind. Uncounted millennia ago, he had been familiar with vertigo. Occasionally he had been able to manage it. And Linden was right, of course she was. In addition, the Harrow-Like another piece of sanity, Covenant remembered that the Harrow had never opened the portal. Perhaps he did not know how.
Or how to use the Staff of Law.
He did not care about Linden"s pain.
The bridge was a way in; but it was also a snare. A defense. Protected. If the Harrow erred, he would shatter the span.
"Now," insisted Rime Coldspray. "We will consider other choices when we have attained more trustworthy rock."
Without waiting for the a.s.sent of the Humbled, she began to descend the bridge, stepping as gently as her size permitted.
At once, Frostheart Grueburn followed with Linden.
"Bring Covenant!" Linden ordered; pleaded. She must have been speaking to the Humbled. The rest of the Swordmainnir had already shifted their feet, readying themselves to obey Coldspray one at a time.
Chunks of stone still crumbled and fell from the rims of the span; but now Covenant understood that he was imagining them.
"Faugh!" spat the Harrow. "The Ardent"s alarm does not surprise me. Selecting him, the Insequent have betrayed themselves. But I did not foresee cowardice in those who name themselves the lady"s friends. I will summon you when I have secured the safety of your pa.s.sage."
Muttering again, he crossed the crest of the span like a man who had come too far to remember fear.
Past the edges of the stone, the abyss called to Covenant; sang to him like the siren lure of the merewives merewives. But Galt did not release him. Branl and Clyme stood on either side as if to prevent him from breaking away; as if he had ever been strong enough to resist the Haruchai Haruchai.
He continued to resist the whirl in his head. Arduously he gathered sc.r.a.ps of sanity from the inadequate air, accreting them like shards of iron to a magnet. Liand"s blazing Sunstone cleansed the atmosphere to some extent, dispelling increments of depletion and staleness; but it was not enough. Covenant"s dizziness was old and obdurate-and he had not re-learned the limitations of his carnal life. He had to fight for every shred of self-mastery.
His plight recalled the descent from Kevin"s Watch. Foamfollower had carried him once; but twice he had accomplished that feat by force of will. And the Harrow had never opened the portal to the Lost Deep. Wild magic would betray him there. He would need the Staff of Law. And cunning. And subtlety. Even though he had not had time to learn the Staff"s uses.
The portal was the reason. It explained why the Harrow had transported everyone here here, instead of directly to Jeremiah. The defenses which the Viles had woven for their demesne were complex and duplicitous. If he did not enter the Lost Deep correctly, the entire subterranean realm might collapse. Or he and everyone with him might be slain in some more oblique and cruel fashion.
That Covenant understood. Memories might aid him-or they might bring madness. Understanding was sanity. And sanity made an island in the gyre of his flawed consciousness; a clear s.p.a.ce in which he could remain himself.
By degrees, he recognized the import of Galt"s grip on his arms; recognized it and was grateful.
In one direction, the Harrow neared the culmination of the bridge. In the other, Giants moved cautiously toward the nearer wall of the cavern. They went in single file ahead of the Humbled and Covenant, carefully removing the stress of their weight from the span. The Ironhand and Grueburn had already reached the foot of the arc. Ignoring Linden"s protests, Stave had accompanied them. Latebirth and Mahrtiir would join them in three or four more strides, followed by Onyx Stonemage and Liand.
Covenant began to recover a measure of stability. Maybe, he thought, refusing his desire to fall: maybe he should ask the Humbled to take him to the Harrow. Like the Insequent, he had never wielded the Staff of Law. And his bandaged hands were almost entirely numb. He did not know how well or thoroughly they had been healed. But he might remember something. Somewhere among the remains of his fading recall, he might find knowledge that the Harrow needed- He did not want to remember what lived in the abyss below him. Nonetheless his need to rescue Jeremiah was as great as Linden"s, although he no longer knew why.
Yet he feared the Lost Deep instinctively. It was rife with reminders of events and powers so inhuman and old that they might drag him dozens of millennia away from his present; from any possibility of helping Linden. He was not confident that he would be able to stand against his memories: not while the consequences of his resurrection threatened to betray him at every step.
Perhaps the Harrow already knew how to open the portal without precipitating a catastrophe.
Fuming to himself, he urged his guardians to follow the Swordmainnir.
Cirrus Kindwind was the last: she eased her way down the arc after Bluntfist and Bhapa. Trying to secure his tenuous poise, Covenant fixed his gaze straight ahead, past Kindwind"s shoulders toward the ragged stone of the cavern wall. The chasm tugged at his attention, but he refused to glance aside.
In another step, Stormpast Galesend would leave the bridge. Then the weight of five Giants would be gone: Linden, Mahrtiir, Liand, and Anele would safe. And Grueburn and Stonemage had already set down their burdens. With Coldspray, they braced themselves at the edge of the abyss, ready to catch anyone who might be forced to jump.
Their breath steamed in great gusts like intimations of dread.
Beyond them, a crude tunnel twisted away into the sealed midnight of Mount Thunder"s roots. In the light of the Sunstone, Covenant saw that the roof of the tunnel was scarcely high enough to let the Giants stand upright. Before it writhed out of sight, the pa.s.sage narrowed sharply. Where it debouched into the cavern, however, it opened like a fan formed of relatively level obsidian veined with malachite. The white purity of the orcrest orcrest"s illumination accentuated the green hue of the malachite. The branching of the veins through the obsidian gave them an eerie resemblance to the gra.s.s stains on Linden"s jeans.
Galesend and then Latebirth gained the mouth of the tunnel. Holding Covenant between them like a prisoner or an invalid, the Humbled matched Kindwind"s pace as she moved down the span.
Now Covenant could believe that the bridge would hold; and his balance improved. With each step, he found it easier to shut out the insistence of the gulf.
Presumably to ensure that Anele would not wander too near the abyss, Galesend put the old man on his feet within the mouth of the tunnel, near the area where the obsidian tapered to an end. Then she turned back to welcome Latebirth.
For reasons that had slumped from Covenant"s shoulders like a garment which he had become too small to wear, he felt a twist of anxiety on Anele"s behalf. Dooms hinged on him, as they did on the Harrow.-remember that he is the hope of the Land. Someone had said that: someone Covenant trusted. When your deeds have come to doom When your deeds have come to doom-His memories seemed random, involuntary; impossible to control. Cracks and crevices hemmed him on all sides, cutting him off from ordinary humanity.-as they must-In his own eyes, he would not have been more obviously a leper if the scar on his forehead had been a brand. Yet Linden"s gaze clung to his with the desperation of a woman who believed that he clasped her fate in his insensible hands.
h.e.l.l and blood, she must have been freezing-He may have been shivering himself: he was not sure. But the small tears in her shirt were as vivid to him as the bullet hole over her heart. Cold would leak through the red flannel like water. Whenever she exhaled, steam rose like frailty from her lungs.
She had given up so much, and had lost more. Too much.
Holding her gaze, Covenant became stronger for her sake. Every moment that he retained his grip on the present cost him more of his memories; deprived him ineluctably of the ineffable knowledge which had inspired him to speak to her from the Arch of Time. Already his awareness of what he needed to do, and why, had dwindled to indeterminate and unpredictable debris. But Linden needed him. In some fashion that he could no longer define, the Earth and the Land and Jeremiah needed him as much as they needed her. Grimly he increased his pace, drawing the Humbled with him as he crowded closer to Cirrus Kindwind"s back.
At irregular intervals, the krill krill throbbed ominously against his abdomen; but he ignored it. throbbed ominously against his abdomen; but he ignored it.
As Halewhole Bluntfist carried Bhapa off the bridge, Coldspray, Grueburn, and Stonemage began to relax. Now Kindwind, Covenant, and the Humbled were close to safety.
Lacking percipience, Covenant could not sense the Harrow. Too many of his nerves were dead. He did not doubt that the Insequent had reached the far end of the span. But he had no idea what that avid man might do there, or how his efforts would fare. Nevertheless Covenant did not risk turning his head to look. His balance was still precarious. If he let it, the abyss would renew its grip in an instant.
Like Linden, he had lost and given up too much.
He hoped that her health-sense had not been entirely stifled, despite her proximity to the fierce source of Kevin"s Dirt. If Liand"s exertion of Earthpower could impose a partial cleanliness on the air, it might also preserve a measure of her discernment. And if she could still see see, then surely the senses of the Giants and the Haruchai Haruchai would retain their native vitality. The Ramen, and even Liand himself, might feel as numb as Covenant, but their perceptions would not be entirely superficial. would retain their native vitality. The Ramen, and even Liand himself, might feel as numb as Covenant, but their perceptions would not be entirely superficial.
Yet no effect of orcrest orcrest could relieve Covenant"s leprosy, or ease his particular vulnerabilities. As he left the bridge to stand on obsidian and malachite, he felt more useless than he had when Linden had first reclaimed him. He had no idea what to say to her, or to any of her companions. Her relief was unmistakable. The Ramen and even the Giants appeared to breathe more easily now that everyone was safe, at least for the moment. But it was only a matter of time before one of them studied what the Harrow was doing, or not doing, and asked, Now what? And Covenant could not remember what they all needed to know. could relieve Covenant"s leprosy, or ease his particular vulnerabilities. As he left the bridge to stand on obsidian and malachite, he felt more useless than he had when Linden had first reclaimed him. He had no idea what to say to her, or to any of her companions. Her relief was unmistakable. The Ramen and even the Giants appeared to breathe more easily now that everyone was safe, at least for the moment. But it was only a matter of time before one of them studied what the Harrow was doing, or not doing, and asked, Now what? And Covenant could not remember what they all needed to know.
It was also only a matter of time before the Earth"s deepest lamentation noticed the intrusion of theurgy in Her dominions. Loric"s krill krill and Liand"s and Liand"s orcrest orcrest would attract attention. Long ages of stupor might continue to hold Her for a while, but then She would respond. would attract attention. Long ages of stupor might continue to hold Her for a while, but then She would respond.
And if or when Linden reached Jeremiah, Kastenessen and Esmer and the Elohim Elohim and even the buried bane would know where to look- and even the buried bane would know where to look- Whether Covenant"s companions realized it or not, they had no one to turn to for answers except the Ardent.