At once, Covenant"s manner became aggrieved. "What, did you think I didn"t care? Did you think I"m not trying to do what"s best for you and Jeremiah as well as for the Land and the rest of the Earth? I"m Thomas Covenant, for G.o.d"s sake. I"ve saved the Land twice. And I sure as h.e.l.l didn"t get myself killed because I like being dead.
"Yes," he admitted sharply, "you"re why the Elohim won"t interfere. I brought you for that. You"re the Wildwielder. As long as you"re here, they think they don"t have anything to worry about. But I also want to save your kid."
Abruptly the Theomach began to laugh.
"What"s so funny?" demanded Covenant.
The stranger"s laughter stopped. "I find amus.e.m.e.nt in your justifications." He did not sound at all amused.
Again Linden seemed to feel an afterflash of power as she had when Covenant had warmed her earlier. The Theomach vanished from the hilltop.
With a shudder, she dragged her attention away from the beauty which the snow and wind and sun had wrought. "Then why didn"t you transport us straight to Melenkurion Skyweir? Why did we have to come here? Into the past"?"
And why so far into the past?
But Covenant had turned his back on her. Instead of facing her question, he was staring back down into the valley.
Jeremiah came a step or two closer. Then he met her gaze on Covenant"s behalf. "Because, Mom, the Blood of the Earth isn"t accessible in the time where we belong." Now her son"s eyes reminded her of Esmer"s: they seemed to blur and run, melting from the silted hue of dark loam to the pale dun of fine sand. "There have never been more than one or two ways to approach it, and Elena"s battle with Kevin wrecked those pa.s.sages."
Jeremiah"s tic signaled his discomfort. "But even before that battle, it wasn"t accessible. The first thing Damelon did after he discovered the EarthBlood was put up wards. He thought the Power of Command was too dangerous for anyone to use. He left all kinds of barricades behind. We would have to fight our way in, and you"re the only one of us who can do that. Which would banish Covenant and me before we could accomplish anything. We have to get inside the mountain before Damelon seals it."
"But"-troubled by Jeremiah"s disquiet, Linden struggled to think-"if Covenant shuts down Lord Foul now," thousands of years before his first confrontation with the Despiser. "won"t he destroy the Arch of Time"?" Surely such an exertion of Command would unmake all of Lord Foul"s actions for the next ten thousand years?
"He could," Jeremiah conceded without hesitation. "But he won"t. What would be the point? He"s trying to save the Land, not destroy it. He"ll seal Foul right after we leave to come here. Ten thousand years from now, in the time where you and I belong. That way, the Arch won"t be in any danger."
Tremors ran through Linden"s chest and arms; through her voice. "Then why are we still standing here?" If she did not draw on the Staff for warmth, she would not be able to remain coherent much longer. "Why don"t the two of you transport us right now? Get us to Melenkurion Skyweir before I freeze?"
The sc.r.a.ps of Jeremiah"s pajamas gave him scant protection; much less than Linden"s cloak and clothes.
Nevertheless he seemed unaware of the chill. His encrypted uneasiness had nothing to do with ice and snow.
He looked to Covenant as if he were loath to answer her without Covenant"s support or approval; and as Jeremiah turned his head, the Theomach came lightly up the hillside. His wrapped feet made no mark on the surface of the crust. Once again, he conveyed the eerie impression that he occupied more than one time and place; that with every step he blurred the definitions of reality.
He ascended as if he meant to accost Covenant. But when he was still nearly a dozen paces away, he halted. Behind his bindings, his eyes seemed to study Covenant for some promise of violence.
"That was just a warning," Covenant p.r.o.nounced harshly. "Next time, I"ll actually hurt you."
The Theomach shrugged. His tone implied its own threat as he said. "Do not doubt that I remain able to frustrate your designs. I have counseled wisdom as well as caution, yet you give me cause to doubt that you will heed me."
"Just so we understand each other," Covenant retorted. "I"m on your d.a.m.n path. I"ll stay on your d.a.m.n path. But I"m tired of being taunted."
The stranger nodded once, slowly.
Then he seemed to slip sideways and was gone. Linden could not detect any evidence that he had ever been present.
Apparently unsurprised, Jeremiah moved closer to Covenant. When Covenant glanced at him, the boy said, "Mom wants to know why we don"t just transport ourselves to Melenkurion Skyweir. But I think there"s something more important." He seemed unsure of his ability to form an independent opinion. "It"s too cold for her. She"s going to-"
"Oh, b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l," muttered Covenant. "I keep forgetting."
His halfhand drew a brusque arc in the air. Linden only registered the gesture as a trail of phosphenes like the sweep of a comet: she hardly saw the red flicker of heat in the depths of his eyes. Then a second tide of warmth flooded through her, washing the ice from her skin in an instant, dispelling shivers from the core of her body. Between one heartbeat and the next, she felt a flush of fire as if Covenant had ignited her blood.
Momentarily helpless with relief, she breathed, "G.o.d in Heaven. How do you do that?"
Covenant frowned critically at his hand; flexed his fingers as though they did not entirely belong to him. "It doesn"t matter. Being part of the Arch isn"t exactly fun. It ought to be good for at least a few tricks."
A moment later, he looked at Linden, and his expression changed to a humorless grin. "But as it happens, there"s a perfectly good reason why we can"t "just transport ourselves." I mean, aside from the fact that the Theomach won"t let us. He may be right. It could be too dangerous."
Covenant sighed. "This is a pivotal time for the Land. New possibilities are coming to life. Old powers are changing. In the grand scheme of things, it won"t be all that long before the Forestals start to fade." Some of his earlier scorn returned. "They"ll make the mistake of thinking the Lords can take care of the forests for them. And of course people just naturally like cutting down trees."
Then he appeared to shake off an impulse to digress. "But that"s not the problem. The problem is those "puissant beings" the Theomach mentioned. If Jeremiah and I risk using power now, well be noticed. And not in a good way. We could run into opposition. The kind of opposition that might damage the Arch."
Linden wanted to ask, What beings? But she had more immediate concerns. The heat in her veins had given her a sense of urgency. And it had restored a measure of her earlier determination. Covenant and Jeremiah had answered some of her most compelling questions; but she had more.
"All right," she said, nodding more to herself than to Covenant. "We can"t do this the easy way. So what are we going to do? You said it yourself. We have two hundred leagues to go. On foot in the dead of winter, with no food or shelter. You and Jeremiah don"t look like you feel the cold, but it can kill me.
And I a.s.sume that you need to eat. How do you expect us to survive?"
Covenant looked away. "Actually," he said as if he could taste bile. "that"s up to you." Then he met her gaze again, glaring angrily. "This whole mess is the Theomach"s idea. He expects you to make the decisions.
"Right now, you sort of are the Arch of Time. Or you represent it. You"re the only one of us who"s all here. Or just here. You"re the only one who isn"t already a walking violation of Time. So you"re the only one who might be able to do things safely. Your kid and I can keep you alive-as long as we don"t attract any attention. As long as no one sees us do anything that isn"t supposed to happen in this time. But you have to take charge.
"Should be simple enough," he growled in disgust. "All we have to do is reach Melenkurion Skyweir. Without going through Garroting Deep. "I"m ready when you are."
Linden stared at him. "You can"t be serious."
In response, Covenant wheeled away from her. Brandishing his fists, he shouted into the air over the valley. "Do you hear that? She thinks you aren"t serious!" He must have believed-or known-that the Theomach was still nearby.
"We don"t really have much choice, Mom," Jeremiah said tentatively. "We weren"t expecting to end up here. What we wanted to do was pretty easy. This is much more complicated. Right now, we"re as lost as you are."
Reflexively Linden wanted to rea.s.sure him. "That"s all right, honey. I"ll think of something." In fact, she did not need to think. Her choices were already plain to her. The shaped snow had whispered them to her; or she had seen them in the winter"s irrefusable beauty. "There"s just one more thing that I want to understand."
She had many other questions, a long list of them. But first she needed to leave this hilltop; needed an answer to the cold. And the potential for redemption in Covenant"s intentions urged movement. For the first time since Roger had taken her son, she seemed to see a road which might lead to Jeremiah"s rescue, and the Land"s.
Covenant spun back toward her as if he meant to yell in her face. But his tone was unexpectedly mild as he said. "Just one? Linden, you astonish me."
"Just one for now," she acknowledged. "But it"s important. In spite of the Theomach, you make it sound like there"s hope. If I choose the right path. If we can get to Melenkurion Skyweir. So why did the ur-viles try to stop you?"
The implications of their attack undermined Covenant"s explanations. What did they see that she did not?
"Is that all?" Covenant scowled sourly. "h.e.l.l and blood! They"re Demondimsp.a.w.n, Linden. Their makers are besieging Revelstone. Don"t tell me you still imagine they want to help you?
"Think, for G.o.d"s sake. They made Vain so you could create that Staff, which has effectively prevented me from stopping Foul. Then they guided you to it so you would have the power to erase me anytime you don"t happen to like what I"m doing. Sure, they gave you what you needed to weaken the Demondim. h.e.l.l, why not? If I don"t succeed, Revelstone is going to fall eventually, and in the meantime they want to stay on your good side. Every bit of trust they can squeeze out of you serves the Despiser. They"re trying to turn you against me."
Linden did not believe him: she could not. The ur-viles had done too much-And whenever he reproached her for forming and using the Staff of Law, her instinctive resistance to him stiffened. The man whom she had accompanied to his death would not have said such things.
His scorn and ire made her ache for the Thomas Covenant who had once loved and accepted her.
But she had nothing to gain by arguing. If the ur-viles had intended their manacles for Covenant, they had failed. She would have to live with the consequences of their failure.
All right," she said as if Covenant"s vehemence had persuaded her. He had enabled her to withstand the cold-temporarily, at least. To that extent, he resembled his former self. "I"m just trying to understand. If I have to decide what we"re going to do, I need to understand as much as I can."
She took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "Here"s an idea. Why don"t we call the Ranyhyn?"
Hyn would not be born for thousands of years. Even the herd that had reared to Covenant lived millennia in the future of this present. But Linden did not know how to gauge the mysterious relationship between the Ranyhyn and Time. Her constrained linear conceptions had been proven inadequate repeatedly. Hyn"s far distant ancestors might already be aware of her need for them.
But Jeremiah covered his face as if she had embarra.s.sed him. And Covenant exploded. "h.e.l.lfire and b.l.o.o.d.y d.a.m.nation! That"s another terrible idea. In fact, it"s even worse than wanting to go to Andelain."
Holding his glare, Linden made no effort to interrupt him.
"Maybe they can hear you," he told her hotly. "Maybe they can"t. If they can, they"ll probably answer. They"re loyal enough for anything. That"s not the point. You"ll be asking them to violate the Land"s history. To risk the Arch."
"How?" she countered.
Covenant made a visible effort to recover his composure. "Because right now there aren"t any Ranyhyn in the Land. After Foul killed Kelenbhraba.n.a.l, he drove them away. If they hadn"t left, he would have exterminated them. They won"t come back for another three or four hundred years. Until they find the Ramen-or the Ramen find them. Without Kelenbhraba.n.a.l, they need the Ramen to lead them.
"If you summon them now-and they answer-the consequences will ripple for millennia. And they"ll only get worse. One thing will lead to another. They"ll cause more and more changes."
Linden waited coldly until Covenant was done. Then she said without inflection. "I didn"t know any of that. There are too many things that you haven"t told me. I don"t have any way to tell the difference between good ideas and bad ones."
"She"s right," Jeremiah put in hesitantly. "We"re asking an awful lot of her. It isn"t her fault if she gets some of it wrong."
His apparent reluctance to defend her-or to disagree with Covenant in any way-made her bite her lip. She needed that small hurt to conceal her deeper pain. She had spent much of his life caring for him with her whole heart; and during that time, Covenant had become more essential to him than she had ever been.
She remembered a Covenant who would not have blamed her-She did not fault her son for his loyalties. She loved him enough to be grateful that he had grown capable of the kind of attachment which he felt for Covenant. But her helpless rage at what the Despiser had done mounted with every fresh sign that Jeremiah did not love her.
Covenant avoided her gaze. "I get mad too easily," he admitted as if he were speaking to the empty air. "I know that. It"s the frustration-What I"m trying to do is hard as h.e.l.l. And it hurts. But it"s nothing compared to what Jeremiah is going through. I want to help him so bad-" After a moment, he added, "And you. And the Land. You didn"t cause any of these delays and obstacles. But they"re making me crazy."
He seemed to be attempting an apology.
Linden did not care. He could have asked for her sufferance on his knees without swaying her. For Jeremiah"s sake, however, she replied quietly, "Don"t worry about it. Eventually we"ll learn how to talk to each other.
"We"re all tired of frustration. We should go before it gets any worse."
The relief on Jeremiah"s face was so plain that she could not bear to look at it.
Covenant jerked his eyes to hers. A sudden intensity exaggerated the strictures of his face. "Go where? You still haven"t-"
Linden cut him off. "Where else? Berek"s camp. You said that he"s in the middle of a battle. But he has food. He has warm clothes." Even true believers could not fight on faith alone. And I"m willing to bet that he has horses. If we can reach him"-if she could endure the cold long enough-"he might be persuaded to help us."
She was serious: she did not know how else she could hope to reach Covenant"s goal. But she also wanted to hear what he would say about ripples now. If her choices and actions were somehow consonant with the Arch-The Theomach had a.s.serted that her deeds will do no harm. That I will ensure.
Surely entering Berek"s camp would be less dangerous than redirecting the entire past of the Ranyhyn?
"I told you," Jeremiah crowed. "Sometimes she does exactly the right thing. This is going to work. She"ll make it work."
For a long moment, Covenant studied her skeptically, as if he suspected a trick of some kind. Then he seemed to throw up his hands. "It"s worth a try. Berek is still in the dark about almost everything. He hardly knows what he can do, or how he can do it. He isn"t likely to recognize the truth about any of us. And he definitely has horses.
"I should warn you, though," he added grimly. "You"ll have to make this work because sure as h.e.l.l can"t. He doesn"t realize it yet, but he"s full of Earthpower. He can erase us. If he so much as touches us, this whole ordeal will be wasted."p> sure as h.e.l.l can"t. He doesn"t realize it yet, but he"s full of Earthpower. He can erase us. If he so much as touches us, this whole ordeal will be wasted."p>
Linden nodded to herself. She was not surprised: she was only sure. If she stepped aside from the Theomach"s "path," he would correct her.
At first, she led the way, not because she knew the location of Berek"s battle, but because she was in a hurry to leave the hilltop. She did not want to exhaust herself by following the difficult crests: she needed the less arduous pa.s.sage of the valley bottom, in spite of its death-laden atmosphere. So she headed downward across the slopes at the best pace that she could manage, keeping her back to the west.
Her haste caused her to slip often as her boots skidded over buried stones or bones. Sometimes she fell. But her cloak gave her a measure of protection from the snow. She did not slow her steps until she reached the floor of the valley.
There the implications of the fallen were stronger. The mere thought that she trod over abandoned corpses daunted her. But the sun was westering; and with its light behind her, she did not suffer from its flagrant glare. Now she moved more slowly for the same reason that she had hurried to reach the valley: she feared exhaustion. The laborious hesitationand-plunge of every step drained her strength. And the cold grew sharper as the sun lost its force. If she tried to walk too quickly, she would soon defeat herself.
Before long, Covenant and Jeremiah caught up with her. For a time, they matched her burdened plod, keeping a safe distance from her. But they both seemed proof against exertion as well as cold; and gradually they began to draw ahead as if they were reluctant for her company.
"Covenant, wait," Linden panted. "I have another question." She did not want to be left behind.
Covenant and Jeremiah exchanged comments too low for her to hear. Then they slowed their strides.