Through her teeth, the First breathed, "Succor her. Chosen.
She must not die. Three others have lost life this night. There must not be a fourth."
Linden went on staring. Her voice had a leaden sound, as though she were almost asleep again. "How? I could open her up, but she"d lose too much blood. And I don"t have any sutures."
"Chosen." The First knelt opposite Linden, took hold of her shoulders. "I know nothing of these "sutures." Your healing surpa.s.ses me altogether. I know only that she must die if you do not aid her swiftly."
In response. Linden gazed dully across the deck like a woman who had lost interest "Lindeni" Covenant croaked at last. "Try."
Her sight swam into focus on him, and he saw glints of light pa.s.s like motes of vision across the dark background of her eyes. "Come," she said faintly. "Come here.*
All his muscles were wooden with suppressed dismay; but he forced himself to obey. Beside the dying Giant, he faced Linden. "What do you*?"
Her expression stopped him. Her features wore the look of dreams. Without a word, she reached out, caught his half-hand by the wrist, stretched his arm like a rod over the (48 of 399) [1/19/03 11:38:41 PM]
Giant"s pain.
Before he could react, she frowned sharply; and a blare of violation ripped across his mind.
In a rush, fire poured from his ring. Wild magic threw back the night, washing the foredeck with incandescence.
He recoiled in shock rather than pain; her hold did not hurt him. Yet it bereft him of choice. Without warning, all his preconceptions were s.n.a.t.c.hed apart. Everything changed.
Once before, in the cavern of the One Tree, she had exerted his power for herself; but he had hardly dared consider the implications. Now her percipience had grown so acute that she could wield his ring without his bare volition. And it was a violation. Mhoram had said to him. You are the white gold.
Wild magic had become a crucial part of his ident.i.ty, and no one else bad the right to use it, control it.
64.White Gold Wielder Yet he did not know how to resist her. Her grasp on what she was doing was impenetrable. Already she had set fire to the Giant"s chest as if she intended to b.u.m out the woman"s heart.
Around the Giantship, every sound fell away, absorbed by fire. The First and Galewrath shaded their eyes against the blaze, watched the Chosen with mute astonishment Linden"s mouth formed mumbling shapes as she worked, but no words came. Her gaze was buried deep in the flames.
Covenant could feel himself dying.
For one moment, the Giant writhed against his thighs.
Then she took a heavy, shuddering breath: and the trickle of blood at the comer of her mouth stopped. Her chest rose more freely. In a short time, her eyes opened and stared at the sensation of being healed.
Linden dropped Covenant"s wrist. At once, the fire vanished.
Night clapped back over the dromond. For an instant, even the lanterns appeared to have gone out. He flinched back against a pile of ruined gear, his face full of darkness. He hardly heard the First muttering. "Stone and Seal" over and over again, unable to voice her amazement in any other way.
He was completely blind. His eyes adjusted quickly enough, picking shapes and shadows out of the lantern-glow; but that was only sight, not vision: it had no power or capacity for healing.
Before him. Linden lay across the torso of the Giant she had called back from death. She was already asleep.
From his position in the dromond"s prow, Pindail studied her as if he expected a transformation to begin at any moment Bunking fiercely. Covenant fought to keep me hot grief down. After a moment, he descried Pitchwife near the First The lamps made the malformed Giant"s face haggard, his eyes red. He was breathing heavily, nearly exhausted. But his (49 of 399) [1/19/03 11:38:41 PM]
voice was calm as he said. "It is done. Starf are"s Gem will not run with its wonted ease until it has been granted restoration by the shipwrights of Home. But I have wived the breaches.
We will not go down."
"Run?" Honninscrave growled through his beard. "Have you beheld the foremast? Starfare"s Gem will never run. In such hurt, I know not how to make it walk."
6S The First said something Covenant did not hear. CaH came toward him, offered a hand to help him to his feet. But he did not react to any of them. He was being torn out of himself by the roots.
Linden had a better right to his ring than be did.
When the cold seeped so far into him that he almost stopped shivering, he made his preterite way to the oven-thick atmosphere of the galley. Seated there with his back to one wall, he stared at nothing as if he were stupefied, unable to register what he beheld. All he saw was the gaunt, compulsory visage of his doom.
Outside, the Giants labored at the needs of the ship. For a long time, the m.u.f.fled thud of the pumps rose from belowdecks. The sails of the aftermast were clewed up to their yards to protect them from any resurgence of the now- diminished Dolewind. The stone of the foremast and its spars was cleared out of the wreckage and set aside. Anything that remained intact in the fallen gear and rigging was salvaged. Either Seasauce or Hearthcoal was away from the stoves constantly, carrying huge buckets of broth to the Giants to sustain them while they worked.
But nothing the crew could do changed the essential fact; the dromond was stuck and crippfed. When dawn came, and Covenant went, hollow-eyed and spectral, to look at the Giantship"s condition, he was dismayed by the severity of the damage. Aft of the midship housing, nothing had been hurt: the aftermast raised its a.n.u.s like a tall tree to the blue depths and broken clouds of the sky. But forward Starfare"s Gem looked as maimed as a derelict Scant feet above the first yards, which had been stripped to the bone by the collapse of the upper members, the foremast ended in a ragged stump.
Covenant had no sea-craft, but he recognized that Honninscrave was right: without sails forward to balance the canvas aft, Starfare"s Gem would never be able to navigate.
Aching within himself, he turned to find out what the vessel had struck.
At first, what he saw seemed incomprehensible. Starfare"s Gem lay surrounded to the horizons by a vast flat wilderland of ice. Jagged bunks were crushed against the dromond"s 66.White Gold Wielder (50 of 399) [1/19/03 11:38:41 PM]
sides; but the rest of the ice was unbroken. Its snow-blown surface appeared free of any channel which could have brought the Giantship to this place.
But when he shaded his gaze and peered southward, he discerned a narrow band of gray water beyond the ice. And, squinting so hard that his temples throbbed, he traced a line between the dromond"s stem and the open sea. There the ice was thinner. It was freezing back over the long furrow which Starfare"a Gem had plowed into the floe.
The Giantsbip was trapped*locked here and helpless.
With all three masts intact and a favoring wind, it could not have moved. It was stuck where it sat until spring came to its rescue. If this part of the world ever felt the touch of spring.
d.a.m.nation!
The ship"s plight stung him like the gusts which came skirling off the ice. In the Land, the Clave was feeding the Banefire, stoking it with innocent blood to increase the Sunbane. No one remained to fight the na-Mhoram"s depredations except Sunder and Hollian and perhaps a handful of Haruchai*if any of them were still alive. The quest for the One Tree had failed, extinguishing Covenant"s sole hope.
And now*!
Have mercy on me.
But he was a leper, and there was never any mercy for lepers. Despite did not forbear. He had reached the point where everything he did was wrong. Even his stubborn determination to cling to his ring, to bear the cost of bis doom himself, was wrong. But he could not endure the alternative. The simple thought wrung a mute howl from the pit of his heart.
He had to do something, find some way to reaffirm himself.
Pa.s.sivity and silence were no longer viable. His despair itself compelled him. He had to. Linden had proved the Elohim right. With his ring she was able to heal. But he could not forget the taste of eager fire when he had warmed the stewpot to save her. Had to! He could not give it up.
His ring was all he had left.
He had become the most fundamental threat to everything he loved. But suddenly that was no longer enough to stop him. Deliberately, he set aside Linden"s reasons*her wish to see him do what she believed she would do in his place, 67 her desire to fight Lord Foul through him*and chose his own.
To show himself and his companions and the Despiser if necessary that he had the right Without looking away from the ice, he said to Can, "Tell Honninscrave I want to talk to him. I want to talk to every- (51 of 399) [1/19/03 11:38:41 PM]
body*the First, Linden, Pitchwife. In his cabin."
When the Haruchai moved soundlessly away. Covenant hugged the scant protection of his robe and set himself to wait.
The idea of what he meant to do made his pulse beat like venom in his veins.
There was blue in the sky, the first blue he had seen for days. A crusty glitter reflected the sun. But the ice was not as smooth as the sunlight made it appear. Its surface was marked with sharp spines and ridges, mounds where floe- plates rubbed and depressions which ran from nowhere to nowhere. The ice was a wasteland, its desolation grieving in the cold, and it held his gaze like the outcome of his life.
Once in winter he had fought his way through long leagues of snow and despair to confront the Despiser*and he had prevailed. But he knew now that he would never prevail in that way again.
He shrugged against the chill. Sd"what? He would find some other way. Even if the attempt drove him. mad. Madness was just a less predictable and scrupulous form of power. And he did not believe that either Lord Foul or Findail bad told him the whole truth.
Yet he did not intend to surrender his scruples or go mad.
His leprosy had trained him well for survival and affirmation against an impossible future. And Foamfollower had once said to him. Service enables service. Hope came from the power and value of what was served, not from the one who served it.
When Cail returned. Covenant felt that he was ready.
Slowly, carefully, he turned from the sea and picked his way across Ac clogged stone toward one of the entryways to the underdecks.
Below, the door to Honninscrave"s cabin was open; and beside it stood Mistweave. His face wore a conflicted expression. Covenant guessed that the Giant had undertaken more than he realized when he had a.s.signed himself to Call"s White Gold Wielder 68.former responsibility for Linden. How could he have foreseen that his dedication to her would require him to ignore the needs of the dromond and the labors of the crew? The dilemma made him look unsure of himself.
But Covenant did not have any relief to offer the Giant, and the door was open. Frowning at the pain all the people around him had to bear, he went into the Master"s cabin, leaving Cail outside.
Honninscrave"s quarters were austere: except for a few chairs sized for Giants, a huge seachest, and a deep bunk, its only furnishings were a long table cluttered with nautical instruments and charts and two lamps hanging in stone gimbals. Honninscrave stood at the far end of the table as if (52 of 399) [1/19/03 11:38:41 PM]
Covenant"s arrival had interrupted him in the act of pacing.
Sevinhand sat on the edge of the bunk, more melancholy than ever in his weariness. Near him was the Storesmaster, her shoulders touching the waU, no expression on her blunt features. The First and Pitchwife occupied two of the chairs.
She held her back straight, her scabbarded blade across her thighs, as though refusing to admit how tired she was; but her husband was slumped with fatigue, emphasizing the deformation of his spine.
In one comer of the chamber. Linden sat cross-legged on the floor. Sleep made her eyes bleary: when she raised them to acknowledge Covenant, she seemed hardly able to see him, In the company of these Giants, she appeared tiny and mis- placed. But the hue of her skin and the steadiness of her respiration showed that she had been essentially restored to health.
The air of the cabin felt tense, as if Covenant had entered the middle of an argument. None of the Giants except Pitchwife and Sevinhand were looking at him. But when he turned his unspoken question toward Pitchwife, the First"s husband bowed his head and did not answer. And the lines of Sevinhand"s old rue were too deep to be challenged.
Covenant was stretched taut beyond gentleness. In a raw, brusque voice, he demanded, "So what do you think we should do about it?"
Linden frowned as if his tone hurt her. Or perhaps she had already read the nature of his intent. Without lifting her head, she murmured, "That"s what they"ve been arguing about"
69 Her explanation eased him somewhat. He had gone so far down the road of his fate that he instinctively expected every hostile or painful or simply difficult emotion to be directed at himself-But his question remained. "What choice have we got?"
At that, the muscles at the comers of Honninscrave"s jaw clenched. Sevinhand rubbed his cheeks with his palms as if he sought to push back the sorrow. The First let a sigh breathe softly through her teeth. But no one answered.
Covenant pulled air into his lungs, gripped his courage in the insensate cold of his fists. "If you don"t have any better ideas, I"m going to break us out of this ice."
Then every eye was on him. and a shock of apprehension recoiled through the cabin. Honninscrave"s face gaped like a reopened wound. All the sleep vanished from Linden"s...o...b...
The First surged to her feet. As harsh as iron, she demanded, "Will you hazard the Earth to no purpose?"*
"Do you think your restraint is that good?" Linden added instantly. She, too, had come to her feet as if she wanted to meet Covenant"s folly standing. "Or are you just looking for an excuse to throw power around?"
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everyone aboard the dromond to distrust him? "If you don"t like it"*his scarred forearm itched avidly*"give me an alternative! Do you think I like being this dangerous?"
His outburst sent a grimace of chagrin across the First"s face. Linden dropped her eyes. For a moment, Pitchwife"s difficult breathing punctuated the silence. Then his wife said softly, "Your pardon, Giantfriend. I did not intend affront.
But we are not without choice in this strait." She turned, and her gaze went like the point of a blade toward Honninscrave.
"You will speak now. Master."
Honninscrave glared at her. But she was the First of the Search: no Giant would have refused to obey her when she used that tone. He complied slowly, uttering each word like a flat piece of stone. Yet as he answered his hands made truncated, rumbling movements among the charts and imple- ments on the table, contradicting him.
"I am uncertain of our position. I have been granted scant opportunity for sightings since the cloud-wrack cleared. And this sea has been little frequented by our people. Our charts 70 and knowledge are likewise uncertain." The First frowned a reprimand at his digression; but he did not falter. "Where knowledge is insufficient, all choices are hazardous.
"Yet it would appear that we lie now some four-or five- score leagues north and east of the coast which you name Seareach, home of the Unhomed and site of their dest.i.tute city and grave, Coercri, The Grieve." He articulated that name with a special distinctness, as if he would prefer to hear it sung. Then he outlined the alternative which the First had in mind: that Covenant and the leaders of the Search leave Starfare"s Gem and strike westward across the ice until they found land, after which they could follow the coast into Seareach.
"Or," Linden interposed warily, studying Covenant as she spoke. **we could forget Seareach and head straight for Revelstone. I don"t know the terrain, but it"s bound to be quicker than detouring that far south."
"Aye." Honninscrave permitted himself a growl of disgust or trepidation. "Should this littoral lie within hope of our charts." Emotion rose in his voice, slipping out of his rigid grasp. "And should the ice remain intact and traversable to that coast. And should this winter hold*for we are somewhat southerly to have encountered such ice in the natural course of the seas, and it may thaw beneath us unseasonably." To keep himself from shouting, he ground out the words like shards of rock. "And should the northward reaches of the Land be not rugged or mountainous beyond all possibility of travel Then*" He grabbed a mouthful of air. held it between bis teeth. "Then, I say, our way is clear before us."
His distress was acute in the confinement of me cabin. But the First did not relent. "We hear you," she said sternly. "The choice is jeopardous. Complete your tale. Master." "We hear you," she said sternly. "The choice is jeopardous. Complete your tale. Master."
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Honninscrave could not look at her. "Ah, my tale," he grated. "It is no tale of mine. My brother is dead, and the dromond I cherish lies locked in ice and crippled. It is no tale of mine." Yet the First"s authority held him. Clutching a chart in each fist like a weightless and insufficient cudgel, he directed his voice at Covenant "You have offered to sunder the ice. Very good. To Cable Seadreamer my brother who gave his life, you refused the fire of release. But in the name of your mad desire for battle you will attempt a league of ice. Very good. But I say to you Seo of Ice 71 that Starfares Gem cannot sail. In this maimed state, no- And were the time taken to do what mending lies within our power*time which is so precious to you*and were a channel opened to the sea, then still would our plight remain, for the dromond is no longer proof against the stress of the seas.
With a kind wind, perchance, we might make way toward Seareach, But any storm would hold us in its mercy-A score of days*or tenscore*might find us yet farther from da- goal. Starfare"s Gem"*he had to swallow heavily to force out the words*"is no longer fit to bear the Search."
"But*" Covenant began, then halted. For an instant, he was confused-Honninscrave"s grief covered an anger which he could not utter and Covenant could not decipher. Why was the Master so bitter?
But suddenly the implications of Honninscrave"s speech swept over Covenant like a breaker; and his comprehension tumbled down the riptide. Starfare"s Gem could not sail. And the First wanted the Search to leave the Giantship, set out afoot toward the Land. He found himself facing her with a knot of cold clenched around his heart. Dismay was all that kept him from fury.
"Nearly forty Giants." Foamfollower"s people, the kindred of the Unhomed. "You"re talking about leaving them here to die."
She was a Swordmain, trained to battle and difficult choices.
Her sternness as she returned Covenant"s gaze looked as careless of costs as a weapon. But behind her eyes moved shadows like specters of pain.
"Aye." Honninscrave"s voice sc.r.a.ped the air. "They must be left to die. Or they must accompany us, and Starfare"s Gem itself must be left to die. And from that day forward, no one of us shall ever again set gaze upon the crags and harborage of Home. We have no means for the making of a new dromond. And our people know not where we are." He spoke softly, but every word left a weal across Covenant"s mind.
It was intolerable. He was no sailor; he could bear to abandon the Giantship. But to leave nearly forty Giants behind without hope*or to strand them in the Land as the Unhomed had been stranded!
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shirk it. Covenant swung away from her, confronted Hon- 72 ninscrave down the length of the table. Its height made the Master appear tall and hurt beyond any mitigation. But Covenant could not accept that outcome.
"If we leave the crew here. With the ship." He drove his gaze up at the Giant until Honninscrave met it. "What will they need? In order to have any chance at all?"
Honninscrave"s head jerked in surprise. For a moment, his mouth parted his beard incredulously, as though he half believed he was being taunted. But then with a wrench he mastered himself. "Stores we have in plenty." His eyes clung to Covenant like an appeal: Be not false to me in this. "But the plight of the Giantship remains. It must have all the mending which Pitchwife may contrive. It must have time."