Against All Things Ending Part 32

After the Ardent's departure, Covenant found himself thinking obsessively about water.-writ in water.-currents and stagnancies-The basins of armor did not suffice. They could not. Only the Ironhand, Grueburn, and the Ramen had been able to drink directly from the stream, wherever it was. Like Covenant and-presumably-Linden, the others remained raw with thirst.

He tried to distract himself by remembering as much as he could about the lurker, Sarangrave Flat, and the Spoiled Plains. But he flinched away when his efforts led him to Kurash Qwellinir and Hotash Slay; to the ruins of Foul's Creche. He was not ready, and had no power.

Water was life.

It was also erosion. Terrible storms. Downpours and floods with the force to rive mountains. Tidal waves.

And in the pellucid refreshment of Glimmermere: baptism.

Aching, Covenant wished that the Ardent had been able to take him there. With Linden. So that she might return from her suffering to something clean and Earthpowerful; redolent of love.

Wis.h.i.+ng accomplished nothing.

Fortunately Manethrall Mahrtiir was more pragmatic. When he had a.s.sayed the company for a while, he announced, "We also must depart. Though this terrain is tainted, the stream which the Cords found is fresh from the rains of spring. And the distance is not great. It seems far only because we are weak. There we may sate our thirst entirely, and bathe, and rest. When we have done so, mayhap we will be better able to confront the conundrum of our straits."

"Aye," said Rime Coldspray. "The Manethrall counsels wisely, as he has ever done. I regret that we"-she gestured around at her comrades-"are too much wearied to bear any burdens but ourselves. Nonetheless the stream is goodly, as the Manethrall has said, and plentiful. Also its environs will afford us a measure of shade."

Covenant nodded. He had nothing else to suggest. Nothing at all.

But Stave looked up at Coldspray. "What of Anele? You have not witnessed the hurts which he endures-or which he inflicts-when he is possessed. On barren ground, he becomes the receptacle and expression of Kastenessen's fury. He cannot walk to the stream. We cannot ask it of him."

Coldspray looked away. "The Humbled-"

"He fears them," Stave stated. "He will not willingly suffer their touch."

As if to confirm Stave's a.s.sertion, Anele cowered; covered his head with his arms; moaned through his teeth.

The Ironhand sighed. "Then I will carry him, if the Masters will consent to bear my armor."

Branl agreed without hesitation. He, Galt, and Clyme knew as much as Stave did about the dangers that crowded around Anele when he stood on any surface except stone.

"In that case," Covenant said vaguely, "we should get started." The sun seemed unnaturally hot; unfamiliar to his nerves. "I sweat too much. I need more water."

He wanted to carry Linden himself. He yearned to hold her, protect her-and had no desire to s.h.i.+rk his responsibility for what she had undergone. But he did not have the strength. Stave could have taken her to the stream at a run: Covenant would probably collapse under her within a hundred steps.

Around him, the Giants readied themselves. Coldspray lifted Anele from Stormpast Galesend's cataphract, supported him as gently as she could. Frostheart Grueburn helped Galesend don her armor: then Galesend helped Grueburn. At Mahrtiir's command, Bhapa, Pahni, and Liand positioned themselves to watch the horizons while Clyme and Branl accepted the weight of Coldspray's stone. Gripping the krill krill, Galt impelled Jeremiah into motion.

Covenant took Linden's blackened Staff for himself. He could not use it, and did not mean to try. But he could support himself with it. It might keep him on his feet. And he hoped that its inherent partic.i.p.ation in Earthpower and Law might lessen the likelihood that he would stumble into a mental creva.s.se.

Arduously the company began to move.

For a time, they trudged across an uneven flatland like an ancient flood-plain long desiccated: bleached soil streaked with ochre and dun, crystalline white and hints of verdigris, veins the color of rust; small hillocks and the remains of creek-beds; lonely interruptions of harsh gra.s.s. Gradually the breeze mounted until it raised delicate plumes of dust like feathers from the heels of Covenant's boots, the feet and sandals of his companions. That was a blessing and a curse. Cooling his face, it increased his loss of moisture. By degrees, his vision blurred until he could no longer identify Coldspray's and Grueburn's earlier trail.

But then the Ironhand indicated a line of low hills sculpted by ages of wind and the hard use of armies until they resembled the contorted bones of t.i.tans. There, she explained, lay the barrier which had turned the stream from its former course. Among those hills, running crookedly along shallow valleys like furrows plowed by a drunkard, was the stream: water in abundance.

"In another season, mayhap," she added hoa.r.s.ely, "the flow from the Upper Land would not suffice for our needs. But the rains have been bountiful, as we observed during our pursuit of Longwrath. Hereafter we will doubtless fear many things. For the present, however, we need no longer fear thirst."

Covenant may have nodded. Or not: he was not paying attention. Instead he kept his gaze fixed on Stave's back as if he expected to see the former Master's shoulders slump; see Stave drop Linden- Stupid, he muttered to himself. If necessary, Stave would keep on walking until the world ended. Reflexively, however, Covenant gauged his companions by the standard of his own weakness; and so he dreaded the worst.

Water, he insisted in silence. Water was the answer. How? He did not know. Perhaps he had not truly understood anything since Esmer had allowed the company to escape from She Who Must Not Be Named. Nevertheless he chose to believe in water. h.e.l.l, he had to believe in some something. Didn't he?

If he could not save Linden, he would not be able to save anyone.

But Bhapa and Pahni had served their companions well. When the Cords had located the stream, they had also scouted an easy route through the hills. Although Covenant and some of the Giants stumbled occasionally as they ascended from the plain, they did not lose their footing.

Above them, Liand and the Cords scrambled from crest to crest, keeping watch. Liand stayed to the left, the south. More skilled than he, Bhapa and Pahni studied the north: the direction from which any threat was likely to come.

Coldspray carried Anele with her teeth set and defiance in her gait, daring the old man to become too heavy for her. A few paces ahead of her, Jeremiah trudged upward, Galt's hand on his shoulder and the croyel croyel's cruelty on his back. The boy's steps were as unsteady as Covenant's, but Jeremiah gave no sign of flagging. As long as the creature dreamed of rescue, its host could probably out-walk everyone except the Haruchai Haruchai.

A gradual descent. Another rise. Twisted by the shape of the hills, bursts of dust as transient as wraiths skirled around the legs of the company. Here and there, stubborn granite and weary bits of sandstone protruded through their cloaks of dirt, grit, and shale.

"Soon," Coldspray panted through her teeth. "Soon." But no one responded.

Whenever Covenant shambled into a stretch of shade, gloom thickened around him as if his eyes were failing. Courage, he thought. Clear sight. Ha! Such things were figments: he could no longer recall them. Yet he did not allow himself to fall behind Stave. Linden needed him. Or she would need him eventually. Or she would need her Staff. Weakness was only weakness, after all: he remembered that. It was as human as thirst, and as compulsory. But it was nothing more. Like pain, it could be endured.

If he did not intend to endure, why was he here at all?

There may have been more climbing, more descents. He had lost track. Voices carried along the eddying breeze like the distant cries of ghosts. Then he found himself standing in a gap like a rounded trough between hills pale with age. Through a smear of dehydration, he gazed down at the stream.

Under the wide sky and the sunlight, it looked like chrism.

A short way below him, the current hastened around a curve in a small canyon, muttering irritably against the rock wall on its far side. Here the watercourse was little more than a ravine, but wide enough to leave a swath of ground like a sh.o.r.e within the stream's curve. Where the trough leaned down to the water, opening its arms as though to embrace the current, lay a wide expanse of sand interrupted by weather-softened boulders.

Impelled by the pressure of the sun, Covenant descended as if he were falling.

Stave and Linden were ahead of him. Coldspray and Anele. Galt with Jeremiah. Mahrtiir. Two other Giants. At a word from the Manethrall, Liand scrambled down the hillside, abandoning for the moment his watch on the south. But Covenant regarded none of them. Stiff-kneed and ungainly, he dropped Linden's Staff on the sand, stumbled to the water's edge, and lurched into the stream as if his legs had eroded under him.

How had he been reduced to this? How much of himself had he lost?

Golden boy with feet of clay Plunging face-first into the Upper Land's runoff, he drank. To his parched nerves, the water tasted as pure as rain. It felt like bliss.

Let me help you on your way.

When he needed air, he found the sand and stone of the streambed, pushed himself upright. Anointed with relief, he gasped words that made no sense. They may have been promises or prophecies-or castigations. Splas.h.i.+ng in the current, he scrubbed at his arms, his face, his hair; washed away as much strain as he could.

A proper push will take you far- Then he ducked his head and drank again. The Land's rich blessings had found him even here.

But what a clumsy lad you are!

Water was the answer. It was was. He did not understand it, but he was sure.

Finally he raised his head, wiped streams from his eyes, and took stock of the company.

As far as he could tell, Liand and most of the Giants had already swallowed their fill. Branl had a.s.sumed the Cords' watch so that they could rejoin their Manethrall. Now Galesend accepted Anele from Coldspray, freeing the Ironhand to drink again. With flasks empty of diamondraught diamondraught, Halewhole Bluntfist supplied Anele while Latebirth tilted Jeremiah's head back and poured water into his slack mouth. In spite of his dissociation, Jeremiah gulped eagerly. When Latebirth refilled her vessel, he drained it again. Clearly the croyel croyel's magicks did not meet all of his body's needs.

Of course, Covenant thought as he studied the boy. Why else had Jeremiah required the attendance of the skest skest? The croyel croyel's power to keep him alive had limits.

Finally Covenant turned his attention to Linden.

She still hung, dream-ridden and whimpering, in the cradle of Stave's arms. Near the water's edge, the former Master stood as if he were prepared to bear the cost of her mortality until the end of Time. But his fidelity would not save her: Covenant was sure of that. Like her son, she would remain lost within herself until someone or something intervened.

That was Covenant's task. He could not ask anyone else to attempt it for him. He was alive because of her.

If he did not act soon, her nightmares might claim her permanently.

Sodden and dripping, he sloshed out of the stream. Strange that he was still weak. He had forgotten too much about being human-His flesh needed time to recover from its ordeals. It trembled for rest and food.

But he did not believe that Linden could afford to wait.

Facing Stave with water in his eyes, he said, "Let me take her."

The Haruchai Haruchai c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "Ur-Lord?" c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "Ur-Lord?"

Quickly Rime Coldspray stepped forward. "Is this wise? What is your intent, Covenant Timewarden?"

Clyme drew closer. He may have thought that Covenant wanted or needed his support.

Covenant did not glance up at the Ironhand. "I'm going to carry her downstream," he told Stave. "Out of sight." Beyond a bulge in the hillside that looked too rugged for his wan strength. "I should be alone with her when I wake her up. She won't like having an audience."

He was confident of that. But he also desired privacy for his own sake. What he had in mind would be hurtful enough without witnesses. And no doubt Stave would stop him, if no one else reacted swiftly enough.

"Ha!" grunted Coldspray. "Sadly I fear that your weakened frame is unequal to the task. I foresee falling and broken limbs. No doubt inadvertently, you may both meet harm."

"I know that," Covenant retorted. "But I can't reach her unless we're alone. I need that." I love her. "So does she." With more ire than a.s.surance, he added, "When I've brought her back," if he succeeded, "she'll tell you I did the right thing."

Surely she hated where she was? Loathed and feared it?

"Then," suggested the Ironhand, "permit Stave to bear her to a place of your choosing. There he will part from you, that you may do what you must."

Covenant braced himself to accept this compromise; but Stave said without hesitation, "I will not."

Ignoring the apprehension around him, Covenant looked at no one except the former Master. "Are you sure? How far are you willing to go with this? Are you ready to say you don't trust me? After everything your people and I have been through together? h.e.l.lfire, Stave! She needs me. I have to be alone with her."

Stave met Covenant's glare. "Nonetheless." Nothing in the Haruchai Haruchai's mien hinted that he could be moved. "I stand with the Chosen. Come good or ill, boon or bane, I will not forsake her."

"Stave," Mahrtiir interposed quietly. His tone did not imply a reprimand. "There is no test of devotion here. The first Ringthane's desires do not lessen you. The question is one of weakness, not of intent. I, too, deem that his strength does not suffice to bear her. Yet it is certain that she must be restored to us. If he seeks to be alone with her, where is the hurt? You do not forsake her if you a.s.sist him to strive for her return as he sees fit."

"Nonetheless," Stave repeated.

Cursing to himself, Covenant offered, "Pahni can come with us. She can watch from a distance." He might be able to bear his shame and chagrin if he believed that the young Cord was too far away to interfere. "She'll call for help if Linden needs it."

Roughly he a.s.serted, "It would be better if you just let me take her."

He knew that Coldspray and Mahrtiir were right. He was not strong enough. But the struggle to carry Linden over the rocks would be of use to him. It would prepare him- Flatly Clyme averred, "The Humbled stand with the Unbeliever, as we have declared. If you oppose him, Stave, we will counter you. We will bear Linden Avery in your stead, enforcing the ur-Lord's seclusion with her."

"No, you won't," Covenant snapped immediately. Wheeling away from Stave, he raised his maimed fists at the Humbled. "b.l.o.o.d.y d.a.m.nation! We're not going to fight fight about this. There's too much at stake, and we're all needed." about this. There's too much at stake, and we're all needed."

Clyme's straight stare gave nothing; surrendered nothing. But he did not contradict the Unbeliever.

Trembling, Covenant turned back to Stave. "You trust me," he said as steadily as he could, "or you don't. I respect that. I don't like like it, but I respect it. If you can't leave me alone with her, we'll just have to wait for her to wake up on her own." it, but I respect it. If you can't leave me alone with her, we'll just have to wait for her to wake up on her own."

Liand had approached until he reached the Manethrall's side. There he clasped Pahni's hand. "Stave," he said like a plea. "I comprehend nothing here. I grasp only that you are Linden's friend, entirely true to her. For her sake, will you not relent?

"Both she and Thomas Covenant are closed to me. Yet I believe that there is love between them. She did not draw him back from death merely because he was silent before her, or because she feared for her son, or because she considered herself inadequate to the Land's doom. She restored him to life and the living for this reason also, that she loves him. Can you not conceive that his wish to restore her in turn is no less loving-and no less needful?"

Stave held Covenant's gaze like a challenge. "And if he has other motives as well, as she did? What then, Stonedownor?"

"Stone and Sea!" muttered the Ironhand. "You judge too severely, Haruchai Haruchai." Her tone was heavy with impatience. "All who live have other motives as well. Of a certainty, my comrades and I do. We do not serve Linden Giantfriend alone-or Covenant Timewarden with her. In addition, we seek the meaning of our own lives. We wish to measure ourselves against the perils of these times. For the survival of our kind, also, we must strive against ruin with our whole hearts. And we have not forgotten Lostson Longwrath. We crave some reply to his pain.

"I do not doubt that something similar may be said of the Ramen. The Stonedownor's heart is conflicted within him, though his loves are as pure as any. And the old man, whom we have learned to cherish, is a snake's nest of disturbed motives.

"Therefore Giants seek to tell tales fully. We desire to scant no portion of the rich complication of lives and hearts. Joy is in the ears that hear, not in the mouth that speaks."

With her fists on her hips, Coldspray asked, "For this reason, Stave, I urge you to examine yourself. I cast no shadow upon your lealty. It is as untrammeled as the sun. But is it not also plausible that your present contention lies, not between you and Covenant Timewarden, but rather between you and these Humbled? Having been spurned by them, do you not now spurn them in his person?"

Several of the Swordmainnir murmured their agreement. In contrast, Mahrtiir scowled as if he were vexed on Stave's behalf. Bhapa studied the stream, concealing his opinion. Liand and Pahni held each other tensely.

But Covenant sagged as though he had been defeated. He had not intended to subject Stave to this. Concentrating on Linden's plight and his own rue, he had not considered that his need to be alone with her would test the former Master. And he knew the strict pride of the Haruchai Haruchai too well. too well.

Like Linden, apparently, he could not endeavor to accomplish good without questionable means.

Stave's countenance revealed nothing. The scar where he had lost his left eye seemed to preclude any expression. When he spoke, his reply took Covenant by surprise.

"You gauge me justly, Giant. I do not recant my concern. I mislike it that the ur-Lord does not name the nature of his intent. How will he retrieve the Chosen from her travails? He does not say.

"Yet I acknowledge that I'm prideful, though I have been taught much regarding humility. And I have learned that pride is a false guide. I will accede to the ur-Lord's wishes. If the Humbled perceive my consent as submission-" He shrugged, lifting Linden slightly. "They are Masters, misled by mistaken devoir."

A sigh of relief breathed among the gathered companions. For a moment, Covenant felt unaccountably weaker, as if the sun had already begun to leech the fluid from his veins. Nevertheless he forced himself to respond as if he trusted himself.

"In that case," he said hoa.r.s.ely, "we should go now. The sooner the better. I don't know what's happening to her in there, but it scares me."

Stave's nod seemed to imply an unbegrudged bow.

The Manethrall cleared his throat. "Cord Pahni, when the first Ringthane has found a place which satisfies his purpose, you will do as he instructs. Until then, you will watch over his weakness. No harm can befall Linden Avery in Stave's arms, but Thomas Covenant is vulnerable to misstep. Your first task is to ward him."

Pahni cast a troubled glance at Liand; but she did not hesitate. "As you command, Manethrall."

At last, Covenant remembered that he was no longer holding Linden's Staff. Awkwardly he reclaimed it from the sand. "In case she needs it," he explained to no one in particular. Then he told Stave and Pahni, "Let's go. I'm not getting any stronger."

He would need a certain kind of weakness: the kind that inspired desperation.

Turning downstream, he started toward the hillside bulging with rocks which blocked the eastward watercourse from view.

As both Pahni and Stave joined him, the Giants parted to let them pa.s.s. Stave bore Linden with familiar ease. Some dark emotion cast a shadow across Pahni's features, but she did not allow it to interfere with her attentiveness.