She"ll probably try again later.
The night after the battle of First Woodhelven, Linden had dreamed that she had become carrion. Like Joan, she needed to gather the remnants of her strength-or her mind-and could not.
For a while, Covenant peered at the krill krill and his bandaged hands as if he had forgotten what they meant; as if he had stumbled into another creva.s.se and lost his place. But then he seemed to shake himself free from the tug of the past. Frowning, he asked the Humbled for something that he could use to wrap Loric"s weapon. A little extra protection, he said, in case Joan renewed her attack unexpectedly. and his bandaged hands as if he had forgotten what they meant; as if he had stumbled into another creva.s.se and lost his place. But then he seemed to shake himself free from the tug of the past. Frowning, he asked the Humbled for something that he could use to wrap Loric"s weapon. A little extra protection, he said, in case Joan renewed her attack unexpectedly.
Without hesitation, Galt tore off a hand"s width of cloth from the hem of his tunic. Although the material resembled vellum, as tough as canvas in spite of its softness, he ripped it with no sign of strain. Characteristically expressionless, he offered the fabric to Covenant.
Nodding his approval, Covenant folded the ochre cloth around the krill krill; shrouded the light of the gem. In sudden darkness relieved only by the glittering of the stars, he tucked the bundle into the waist of his jeans. However, he did not thank Galt: apparently his approval had limits. Instead he turned to the Ironhand of the Swordmainnir. Linden felt his continued struggle to remain present as he said abruptly, "Your ancestors weren"t exactly told the truth when they negotiated for your gift of tongues. The Elohim Elohim misused you, if they didn"t outright lie." misused you, if they didn"t outright lie."
In a distant age, our ancestors were misled- Vaguely Linden wished for the elucidation of Wraiths; for some benevolent light to illumine courage and clear sight courage and clear sight. But those instances of the Land"s essential mystery did not come.
-to accept a false bargain with the Elohim. Elohim.
She did not know why Covenant spoke of such things now.
"Is this needful, Covenant Timewarden?" Night shrouded Coldspray"s voice as well as her face. "It alters naught."
"Sure," Covenant a.s.sented. "But it"ll help us understand what"s at stake. We"ll be better off in the long run-a.s.suming there is is a long run-if we know why Longwrath matters so much. I"m wondering why you didn"t take him to a long run-if we know why Longwrath matters so much. I"m wondering why you didn"t take him to Elemesnedene Elemesnedene and ask the and ask the Elohim Elohim to cure him. Did you know what was wrong with him all along? Did you know they wouldn"t help?" He paused, grappling for a handhold on the rim of an inner flaw. Then he added, "The more you explain, the less I need to remember." to cure him. Did you know what was wrong with him all along? Did you know they wouldn"t help?" He paused, grappling for a handhold on the rim of an inner flaw. Then he added, "The more you explain, the less I need to remember."
"The Staff of Law is yours," the Ardent remarked to the Harrow, "for the nonce. Will you not summon its flame to light these troubled hearts?"
"Their burdens are not mine," retorted the Harrow. "I desire only to depart."
Coldspray gazed at Covenant with her fists braced on her hips. Her stance suggested anger, bitterness. But beneath the surface lay a darker emotion.
"What say you, Giants?" she asked as if she were grinding her teeth. "Must I speak of our ancient fault here here, in precious Andelain, while the Earth"s last peril mounts against us?"
"Speak as you wish," put in the Harrow, "when the lady has allowed me to uphold our bargain. Only sway her to accompany me now. When I have forestalled the Worm, you will have leisure enough for any tale."
The company around Covenant ignored the Insequent. For a moment, Coldspray"s comrades glanced at each other uncomfortably. Like the Haruchai Haruchai, they seemed to see well enough without the benefit of fire or moonlight or wild magic. Then Frostheart Grueburn said softly, "In this fraught night, I find that I have no stomach for secrets or shame." Her voice was a low growl at the back of her throat. "Linden Giantfriend has set aside her concealments. She has declared her deepest intentions. Do we fear now to be humbled in her presence? You have claimed some measure of fault for Longwrath"s madness, but the fault is neither yours nor ours. It belongs to the machinations of the Elohim Elohim, as honored Grimmand Honninscrave has made plain. Let us reveal our ancient folly and be done with it. Joy is in the ears that hear, not in the mouth that speaks."
Several of the Swordmainnir murmured agreement. Others may have nodded.
"When I have forestalled the Worm-" the Harrow tried to insist. But the Ardent interrupted him. I have forestalled the Worm-" the Harrow tried to insist. But the Ardent interrupted him.
"The desires of the lady prevail here, impetuous one." The Ardent"s lisp became more p.r.o.nounced, as if he were mocking the Harrow. "She will accompany us when she deigns to do so, in her own fashion, and by her own means. Until that moment, be content to wait."
"I will not," said the Harrow hotly.
The Ardent hesitated. When he replied, he spoke in a low voice, almost whispering.
"Must I utter your true name to silence you?"
Anger clenched the Harrow"s fists, knotted the muscles at the corners of his jaw. "You will not. That will be interference beyond question. You will forfeit your life."
Nevertheless he did not hazard further provocation.
Still no one heeded either of the Insequent. Squaring her shoulders, Rime Coldspray confronted Covenant"s inquiry. As if she were ready to receive or deliver a blow, she said, "Very well, Thomas Covenant, Timewarden and Earthfriend. I will speak of the truth which has been revealed to us. I will explain that Giants are as p.r.o.ne to error and unwisdom as any people of the Earth."
Resting her forehead on her knees, Linden allowed the night to fill her as though she had become a vessel of darkness. She did not care why Covenant sought to probe the Giants. She cared only that he strove to remain present; that he might find a way to lift her out of her failures. A way to spare her- You judge harshly, Wildwielder. She should have tried to ease Elena"s long anguish. But there was nothing that Linden could do for Covenant"s daughter until she discovered some form of mercy for herself.
That the bargain was false in all sooth has been made plain to us. Longwrath had tried to kill her because the Elohim Elohim wanted her dead. wanted her dead.
"Your query," Coldspray began, "concerns the gift of tongues for which the Giants once bargained with the Elohim Elohim. In the many journeys of our kind, we have learned that the peoples of the Earth tell their tales to please or comfort or obscure themselves, suppressing aspects which they mislike and glorifying portions which give them pleasure. For uncounted millennia, we have held to a different creed. Believing that joy is in the ears that hear, not in the mouth that speaks, we have told our tales fully or not at all-and have taken pride in doing so.
"Now we must hear joy in the knowledge that our ancestors were blind to machination and distorted truth. More, we must honor them for a blindness which was in some degree voluntary. So delighted were they with the gift of tongues, and with themselves, that they did not closely examine the proffer of the Elohim Elohim.
"We must hear joy in the recognition that Longwrath was in part betrayed to suffering and madness by his own people."
Linden listened with only part of her attention. She remembered the deranged Giant"s l.u.s.t for her death more vividly than the account of this bargain that she had heard from Grimmand Honninscrave long ago. In a moment of imposed sanity, Anele had warned her, All who live share the Land"s plight All who live share the Land"s plight. Its cost will be borne by all who live Its cost will be borne by all who live. This you cannot alter This you cannot alter. In the attempt, you may achieve only ruin In the attempt, you may achieve only ruin. Nevertheless she was determined to leave her friends behind when she went with the Harrow. As soon as she gathered her strength-She already had too many victims. Jeremiah needed her. Other lives might have been better served if Longwrath had killed her.
Grimly the Ironhand explained, "You and Linden Avery, who was then the Sun-Sage, were informed that we received our gift in return for our tale of Bahgoon the Unbearable, and of Thelma Twofist, who tamed him. That is sooth-to the extent that our ancestors chose to believe it so. But we have learned that it is also falsehood. We perceive now that the Elohim Elohim found worth, not in the tale itself, but rather in one facet of it-and in our willingness to speak of that facet mirthfully. In their eyes, our mirth justified their intent. found worth, not in the tale itself, but rather in one facet of it-and in our willingness to speak of that facet mirthfully. In their eyes, our mirth justified their intent.
"The tale itself I will not tell. Here I seek only to account for the feigned generosity of the Elohim Elohim. The pith of the matter is this. For the many deeds and attributes which caused him to be named Unbearable, Bahgoon was delivered involuntarily and forcibly into the un-tender care of Thelma Twofist.
"She was a Giant of enormous might, legendary belligerence, and indeed extreme ugliness. By her own choice, she lived apart from all others, for all who knew her feared her, and she felt only disdain for their alarm, which she deemed cowardice. Bahgoon she was given to be her servant, against his vehement protests and frantic opposition, because our ancestors could no longer endure his presence, because no other Giant could restrain his conduct-and because our ancestors considered his new place in Thelma"s service a fit reward for his mult.i.tude of offenses."
Coldspray sighed. "That she found means to tame him, and that they discovered together an embattled and extravagant happiness, inspires our delight in their tale. However, the Elohim Elohim misheard the humor of the Giants-or elected to interpret it in another fashion. The aspect of the tale which intrigued them, and which swayed them to proffer their gift of tongues, was the coercion of Bahgoon, not its unforeseen outcome. They discerned clearly our eagerness-indeed our hunger-for friendship and knowledge throughout the Earth. And they a.s.sured themselves that we did not scruple to send our own to apparent woe when we saw no other course. They shared a similar trait, as the doom of each Appointed demonstrates. But they did not speak of such matters. Rather they expressed only their own delight. And they offered this bargain, the gift of tongues in exchange for the tale of Bahgoon and Thelma-and for all that the tale implied." misheard the humor of the Giants-or elected to interpret it in another fashion. The aspect of the tale which intrigued them, and which swayed them to proffer their gift of tongues, was the coercion of Bahgoon, not its unforeseen outcome. They discerned clearly our eagerness-indeed our hunger-for friendship and knowledge throughout the Earth. And they a.s.sured themselves that we did not scruple to send our own to apparent woe when we saw no other course. They shared a similar trait, as the doom of each Appointed demonstrates. But they did not speak of such matters. Rather they expressed only their own delight. And they offered this bargain, the gift of tongues in exchange for the tale of Bahgoon and Thelma-and for all that the tale implied."
The Ironhand did not meet Covenant"s gaze, or Linden"s. Instead she studied the gra.s.s at the feet of the Haruchai Haruchai like a woman who expected to be judged. Her manner said clearly that she and her comrades had already judged themselves. like a woman who expected to be judged. Her manner said clearly that she and her comrades had already judged themselves.
"Because our ancestors had been dazzled by the splendor of the Elohim Elohim," she continued, "and because they were avid for the offered gift, they did not inquire into the perceived implications of the tale. Glad, and gladly blind, they accepted the bargain. Only now, when the harm cannot be recalled, have we heard the truth of the exchange. The eagerness of our ancestors to accept the terms, the Elohim Elohim interpreted as consent to the unwilling servitude of an unnamed Giant in a distant and uncertain future. Involuntarily misled," she stated harshly, "or perhaps voluntarily, our ancestors condoned the sacrifice of Lostson Longwrath"s life to any use which the interpreted as consent to the unwilling servitude of an unnamed Giant in a distant and uncertain future. Involuntarily misled," she stated harshly, "or perhaps voluntarily, our ancestors condoned the sacrifice of Lostson Longwrath"s life to any use which the Elohim Elohim craved." craved."
Finally she raised her eyes to Covenant"s. With an air of troubled defiance, as though she meant to face any accusation squarely, she concluded, "This understanding Grimmand Honninscrave gave to us, or perhaps inflicted upon us, that we might better comprehend the choices required of Linden Giantfriend. Aye, and her deeds also. He strongly desired us to grasp that the errors, and indeed the faults, of the Giants are many and grievous. Long ago, we traded the life and pain of a kinsman for one mere gift of the Elohim Elohim. For that reason, we must be chary of finding faults and errors in others, and especially in Linden Giantfriend, whose folly may yet prove wisdom, just as the thoughtless delight of our ancestors has birthed only sorrow."
Lit by nothing more than starlight, only Covenant"s silvered hair seemed to define him. Nevertheless Linden knew before he spoke that he would not castigate Rime Coldspray or any of her people. Rather his whole body seemed to yearn with empathy and resisted slippage as he said gruffly, "Thank you. That helps. Now I remember why I"ve always loved Giants so much. Saltheart Foamfollower was my friend at a time when I didn"t even know what friendship was. And he found a better use for his life than anything I could have imagined."
A moment later, he added, "In any case, Longwrath didn"t succeed. If we can keep Linden alive long enough, the Elohim Elohim won"t have any reason to care what he does. Maybe then they"ll let him go, and he can find a little peace." won"t have any reason to care what he does. Maybe then they"ll let him go, and he can find a little peace."
Linden hoped that Coldspray would laugh now. A little peace. Before the world ended. Surely the Giants would appreciate the joke? She wanted one more chance to hear their open-hearted mirth before she left them behind. But neither the Ironhand nor any of the other Giants appeared to hear joy in Covenant"s response.
Instead Coldspray said like a promise, "By that measure, Saltheart Foamfollower was among the greatest of Giants. We honor him as we do Grimmand Honninscrave and Cable Seadreamer. If the days which remain to us are kind, we will be granted opportunity to make amends, as they did, for the unwisdom of our forebears."
Before Covenant could reply, Mahrtiir stepped forward. "Your words are sorrow in my ears, Giant." He sounded reluctant, hampered by emotions which he did not wish to express. Nonetheless he said, "All who live fall prey to unwisdom. It is not otherwise with the Ramen. Had we not guided the Ranyhyn to remain apart from the Land after the bale of the Sunbane had pa.s.sed, much that has transpired in this age might have been averted. Their presence would surely have tempered the thoughts and purposes of the Masters.
"If your striving to ease Longwrath"s plight does not suffice as vindication, your bravery and bereavement against the skurj skurj must. No single act of folly may outweigh a thousand-no, a thousand thousand-deeds of valor and generosity. must. No single act of folly may outweigh a thousand-no, a thousand thousand-deeds of valor and generosity.
"It is to your ancestors" credit, I deem, that the Elohim Elohim could not win their desires without prevarication." could not win their desires without prevarication."
Linden nodded, a.s.senting vaguely. She remembered hearing Mahrtiir admit, I seek a tale which will remain in the memories of the Ramen when my life has ended I seek a tale which will remain in the memories of the Ramen when my life has ended. He may have yearned to make amends for the long absence of his people and the Ranyhyn.
He had called his people too cautious to be remembered too cautious to be remembered.
In response, Coldspray bowed. "For your courtesy, Manethrall of the Ramen, I thank you. Our remorse-aye, and our ire-are our own. We do not lightly set them aside. Yet your kindness and counsel hold great merit in our hearts. We will treasure them."
Abruptly the Harrow snapped, "Have done with these petty considerations. Even now, the Worm bestirs itself. As Infelice has informed you, its size is not vast. Yet its puissance will outrun its mere bulk. If we do not act, and act soon, none of you will survive to bemoan your faults and errors."
His voice hurt the night: it tarnished Mahrtiir"s compa.s.sion as well as Coldspray"s troubled honesty. Linden was on her feet before she realized that she had surged up from the gra.s.s; before she recognized her own anger.
Across the distance between them, she demanded, "Stop this. You haven"t earned the right to sneer at any of us. You"ve been just about as honest as the this. You haven"t earned the right to sneer at any of us. You"ve been just about as honest as the Elohim Elohim, and that"s not saying much, so shut up shut up already." already."
Apparently the lessons of Gallows Howe continued to guide her past the boundaries of her weakness; her fathomless chagrin.
"Yet, lady," retorted the Harrow, "it is I who hold white gold and the Staff of Law, and you who are powerless." Darkness shrouded his features, but his gaze felt like a threat, black and bottomless. "Scorn me now, if that is your wish. The day will come when you will implore me to make any use of your son that chances to please me. On that day, you will learn that you have cause to repent your vexation and delay, for much will be lost that might have been saved."
"Doubtless that is your belief," the Ardent put in. Something had changed for him. His tumid a.s.surance was gone, replaced by an air of worry. Perhaps he had frightened himself by threatening to reveal the Harrow"s true name. "Certain of the Insequent have delved deeply into matters of augury, prescience, and consequence, seeking an awareness of Time to compare with the Theomach"s. Among those adepts, however, some foresee one outcome, and some another. Deprived of the Timewarden, the Arch is weakened. Possibilities multiply at every word and deed. You would do well to consider that your haste may promote events and choices which do not please you."
The ferocity of the Harrow"s glower bit at Linden"s senses: she could hear the way he ground his teeth, feel his fingertips drumming on his beads. Nevertheless he contained himself.
If the Ardent spoke the Harrow"s true name, that would const.i.tute interference interference by any definition that Linden understood. It would doom the Ardent. But it would also give her power over the Harrow. by any definition that Linden understood. It would doom the Ardent. But it would also give her power over the Harrow.
She was fed up with both of them. In disgust, she turned back to Covenant and her other companions. Unexpected anger had roused her from her emptiness. She was ready now; as ready as she would ever be.
-much will be lost that might have been saved.
When she looked at Covenant, she saw that he had fallen out of the present again. His mind wandered a trackless wilderness as fractured as the rubble where Joan exerted her madness, flinging out anguish to destroy discrete instances of time. For the moment, at least, he was lost; unreachable.
In contrast, Anele had finally awakened. Rising to his feet, he gazed about him as if he sought a direction or destination imperceptible to any sight but his blindness. Eased, perhaps, by the benignant air and gra.s.s of Andelain, or by the intercession of Sunder and Hollian, he seemed almost sane as he murmured, "The time has come. Anele must have stone. He remembers both his father and his mother. He must have stone."
Then he scented the air, apparently attracted to the smell of the aliantha aliantha that Pahni still held. that Pahni still held.
Covenant jerked up his head. "What"s that?" he asked. "What"s that? Did you say stone?" He sounded confused, trapped amid conflicting recognitions. "I remember your father and mother too. Why do you need stone?"
If Anele heard Covenant, he did not show it. Instead the old man approached Pahni, mutely holding out his hands. When she gave him her treasure-berries, he began to eat as if he had been fasting for days.
Linden sighed. In what seemed like a previous life, Anele had urged her to Seek deep rock Seek deep rock. The oldest stone The oldest stone. Only there the memory remains Only there the memory remains.
The last days of the Land are counted. Without forbidding, there is too little time Without forbidding, there is too little time.
In retrospect, he seemed prescient. Still she had no idea what he meant.
"Covenant." Deliberately she tried to make her voice sound like a slap, hoping to bring him back from his inner maze. "Do you understand what Anele is talking about?"
Covenant gazed at her without any expression that she could interpret. "Sunder had orcrest orcrest," he muttered. "Hollian had lianar lianar. They weren"t Lords, but they were full of Earthpower. It"s all about wood and stone." Without warning, he raised his fists, punched himself on both temples simultaneously. "If I could just d.a.m.n remember remember-!"
Linden flinched at his sudden vehemence. Pahni did the same. "Thomas Covenant," protested Coldspray softly. "Giantfriend." Branl, Galt, and Clyme moved to protect Covenant from himself.
Straining, Covenant panted through his teeth, "The Harrow knows. The Elohim Elohim aren"t the only food. The Worm can always get what it needs. But they"re the aren"t the only food. The Worm can always get what it needs. But they"re the right right food. As long as it can find them, the Worm won"t want to feed on anything else. The better they hide, the more time we have. food. As long as it can find them, the Worm won"t want to feed on anything else. The better they hide, the more time we have.
"But when it"s eaten enough enough-"
He tried to finish the sentence. In spite of his efforts, however, he seemed to gag on what he wanted to say; or his mind skidded out from under him as if he stood on a surface as slick as the tunnel leading to the EarthBlood.
Linden understood him no better than she did Anele. Nonetheless he had given her an idea. Obliquely he had supplied her with an argument; a lever.
Now, she told herself. Now or never. Jeremiah needed her; or she needed him. More delays would only increase her doubts. They might cost her her ability to take any action at all.
As if she were speaking to the darkness, she asked, "Liand, will you give us some light?"
Andelain lacked none of its numinous mystery in the absence of the krill krill"s brilliance. The Hills seemed complete as they were. Doubtless the young Stonedownor had not felt the need to see more brightly than his health-sense allowed. No one except Linden felt that need. Yet he complied without hesitation. Taking his piece of Sunstone from the pouch at his waist, he held it up in the palm of his hand and invoked his heritage.
From the orcrest orcrest came a glow so pure that it appeared to have been washed clean. Steadily the shining expanded into the vale. And as it did so, it revealed Linden"s companions as if it had reified them. Lit white, they looked ghostly for a moment, as spectral as the Dead: a small throng like omens or supplicants around Covenant and Linden. Then they resumed their substance. came a glow so pure that it appeared to have been washed clean. Steadily the shining expanded into the vale. And as it did so, it revealed Linden"s companions as if it had reified them. Lit white, they looked ghostly for a moment, as spectral as the Dead: a small throng like omens or supplicants around Covenant and Linden. Then they resumed their substance.
To Liand, Linden said like Covenant, "Thank you. That helps."
She wanted everyone with her to see that she had made her decision and would not be dissuaded.
For a moment, she met Stave"s single gaze, the flat stares of the Humbled, Rime Coldspray"s troubled frown, the anxieties of the Cords. One by one, she scanned the Ironhand"s comrades, and Mahrtiir, and Covenant. To Anele she nodded, although she had no reason to think that he was aware of her. In her living room, Jeremiah had once built a construct of Mount Thunder. He had given her a hint- Seek deep rock.
Leaving everyone else behind, she could still take Anele with her.
Finally she fixed her attention on Liand as if he were the spokesman for all of her friends and uncertainties; as if he were the only one who needed to be convinced. While Covenant wandered in the world"s past, he could not countermand her.
"It"s time," she said carefully; almost steadily. "Anele and I are going with the Harrow." And with the Ardent, presumably. "But we"re going alone."
She felt reactions as quick as heartbeats around her; but she kept her gaze on Liand. If she could persuade him- Ah, Liand. I wish I could spare you I wish I could spare you. h.e.l.l, I wish any of us could spare you h.e.l.l, I wish any of us could spare you.
-the others might follow his example.
His stark eyebrows arched in surprise. Objections crowded into his mouth so swiftly that for the moment he could not articulate any of them. The light of his orcrest orcrest faltered briefly. In that instant of wavering, he looked somehow younger and more vulnerable, as though he had been personally spurned. faltered briefly. In that instant of wavering, he looked somehow younger and more vulnerable, as though he had been personally spurned.
Tightening her grip on herself, Linden said, "The rest of you have more important things to do. You"re going to stay here." Where Andelain would preserve them for a while. "Jeremiah is my son. I can"t abandon him. I"ve already made that bargain. But I won"t risk you for him.
"And the Land still needs defenders," she went on, hurrying to forestall Liand"s expostulations. "It needs you and your Sunstone. It needs Covenant and the krill krill. It needs Giants and Haruchai Haruchai and Ramen and Ranyhyn. Even if we didn"t have so many enemies and monsters to worry about, someone has to do and Ramen and Ranyhyn. Even if we didn"t have so many enemies and monsters to worry about, someone has to do some something about the Worm. Someone has to preserve the Elohim Elohim, as many as possible," to slow or weaken the Worm, "and that someone isn"t me. I don"t have any power now." No power-and no idea how she might reclaim her son from the croyel croyel. "I"m not the one who saves worlds.
"I can"t actually imagine what hope is anymore," she finished, bracing herself for a storm of protests. She had staked her whole heart on Covenant-and she had failed him. "But if there is is such a thing-if it still exists-it depends on you. I have to go to Jeremiah. I can"t do anything else. You have to stay here." such a thing-if it still exists-it depends on you. I have to go to Jeremiah. I can"t do anything else. You have to stay here."
Her particular intensity seemed to seal Liand"s throat. His mouth opened and closed on stillborn arguments. She saw in his eyes that her a.s.sertion had shocked him more profoundly, or more intimately, than Covenant"s resurrection.
The impa.s.sivity of the Masters may have expressed approval: Stave"s did not. Like Liand, Mahrtiir was silent. Behind his bandage, he appeared to weigh Linden"s needs against the Land"s; her desires against his own. Pahni made no attempt to conceal her visceral eagerness, her hope that Liand would be spared. Anxious and torn, Bhapa studied Linden for signs that she might waver.
But the Giants- Rime Coldspray was the first to burst out laughing. Almost immediately, however, her comrades joined her. Stentorian and unconstrained, their loud humor filled the night: it seemed to cast back every darkness. Together they laughed until tears streamed down their faces; laughed as if laughter were another form of caamora caamora, able to purge and cleanse until only wholeness remained. Under the stars, the vale rang with Giantish peals.
Earlier Linden had ached to hear the Swordmainnir laugh. Now their mirth daunted her: it seemed to defeat her. Once she had been stone. Now she had become as breakable as unfired clay. How could she hold up her head, or insist on protecting her friends, when the Giants found such glee in her arguments; her pleading?
"Ah, Linden Giantfriend," the Ironhand chuckled as she subsided. "You are a wonderment in all sooth. Your words resemble a tale of woe, but they are not. They are a flight of fancy. Do you conceive that any Giant would turn aside from such a quest as yours? Ha! The lure of extravagant hazards is too great. And we can do naught to preserve the Elohim Elohim. We have no virtue to discover their many coverts-and no wish to do so. Both the World"s End and the Land"s many other perils will await our return from your son"s imprisonment. If they do not, they are too immense to be opposed by any force within our compa.s.s.
"We will accompany you, Linden Giantfriend, with your consent or without it. We cannot do otherwise, lest we lose the gift of joy entirely."
The other women chortled their a.s.sent as if it were delight.
Hearing them, Liand"s face cleared. Their laughter banished his dismay. And for Mahrtiir also, the tension of an inner conflict eased. He was palpably relieved to turn away from responsibilities which exceeded his image of himself; and his devotion to Linden was strong. Bhapa"s reaction resembled Mahrtiir"s. As for Pahni, she was a Ramen Cord: she would follow where her Manethrall led, in spite of her fear for Liand.
Groaning to herself, Linden saw the four of them side with the Giants. She would not be able to dissuade them now. She could only compel them to remain behind by telling the Harrow that her interpretation of his bargain required him to exclude them.
If she did so, the Ardent would support her. She could draw on his magicks when she had none of her own.
Yet the Giants had moved her: she felt fundamentally shaken. Their laughter seemed as irrefusable as Jeremiah"s plight.