Against All Things Ending Part 34

An instant later, hands s.n.a.t.c.hed them upward. Quickly Linden released Covenant so that Pahni and Stave could lift him to the surface before he inhaled water. Then she raised herself. Braced on Stave, she gained her feet in a cascade bright with suns.h.i.+ne and sorrow.

When she wiped her eyes clear of rills and lank hair, she saw Covenant aghast in front of her. He seemed barely able to stand; so weak with relief and dismay that he could not find his balance.

"Oh, Linden-" he panted. In the sun's light, the scar on his forehead looked like a denunciation. "d.a.m.nation. I nearly-"

"Don't say it." She, too, was panting. Some of the fetters had been struck from her heart: it seemed to fill her chest, leaving too little room for breath. "It doesn't matter. You saved me."

"Chosen." Stave's harshness hurt Linden's hearing like a remembered shriek. "He endangered your life."

Dumbly Pahni nodded as if she shared Covenant's consternation.

Linden shook her head, pushed her dripping hair behind her ears. "I don't care." Memories of Elena and screaming clogged her throat: she could not continue until she swallowed them. "You don't know where I was."

Stave's tone changed. "Chosen?" His irrefusable hands turned her to face him. "Linden?"

Because she had no words for what she felt, Linden reached out for the Staff. Without hesitation, Pahni released it; and at once, Linden pulled it to her, wrapped her arms around it as though it might s.h.i.+eld her.

"The bane got me," she said, still panting. "Or I thought it did. I was part of it, and I couldn't get away. I couldn't. Until Covenant-" In spite of Stave's insistence, she looked at Covenant again. "I don't care how you did it. You were my only chance, and you saved me."

Her affirmation eased him. She could see the lines of his self-judgment soften. He made a twisted effort to smile. Opening his hands, he indicated himself: his physical incarnation or his mental presence. "Then we're even."

Even? Never! Linden wanted to launch herself at him again; to feel him return her embrace of his own volition. A part of her had spent years dying to be held as well as to hold; withering like a plant that could not live much longer without sun and rain. He was not Jeremiah: he could choose- Before she moved, however, she saw a quick flaring of alarm in his eyes. He raised his hands to ward her away; stumbled backward. "Don't touch me." Some private conflict undermined him: she felt its emanations. He was barely able to make himself heard over the fretted susurration of the current. "Linden, please. I'm not ready. I've lost too much of myself. I'm afraid of what I'm becoming. Or what I might have to be. I need to find that out before-" His voice faded. Pain blurred his gaze. The muscles of his jaw clenched. Obviously forcing himself, he finished, "Just don't touch me. There's too much at stake."

Stung, Linden jerked her gaze away. Without transition, the clarity of the light and the cleanliness of the water seemed to become sterile and comfortless, uncaring. He might as well have said in chagrin, What have you done? What have you done? Irrationally she believed that he could see the bane within her still, crouched ready to emerge as soon as She found an opportunity to do harm. Irrationally she believed that he could see the bane within her still, crouched ready to emerge as soon as She found an opportunity to do harm.

It was more than she could bear.

After a moment, however, she found that she was not surprised. What had she expected? An eager welcome? Immediate love? For the woman who had forced him back into his damaged mortality? The woman who had roused the Worm of the World's End?

It was fitting that Covenant did not want her touch. It was fitting that her Staff was as black as the Lost Deep.

And it changed nothing.

Rigid with self-coercion, she nodded. "All right." The air had turned to ash in her throat. "I think I understand that much." She did not look at Covenant again; avoided Stave's steady regard. Instead she followed the stream with her eyes as it curled around her waist and swirled past her. "So tell me what happened. Why are we still alive? Where is everyone else? Where is Jeremiah? How is he?"

"For the moment, Chosen," Stave replied promptly, "you need not fear. All are safe. By cunning and desperation, the ur-Lord persuaded Esmer to depart. Thereafter the Ardent transported us here, beyond the bane's grasp. Though I am not certain, I deem that even the ur-viles and Waynhim eluded the bane's wrath.

"We stand now upon the Lower Land south and east of Mount Thunder, between the great cliff of Landsdrop and the perils of Sarangrave Flat. Your companions and comrades await you upstream. Only the Ardent has departed, promising a final service upon his return. All have suffered no further hurt, apart from weariness and privation. Your son is as he was, warded by Galt and Loric's krill krill. The Unbeliever's ring he himself restored to you.

"To this place, you were borne at his urging. His intent he did not reveal."

It was too much: Linden could not absorb it all. And it, too, changed nothing. Just don't touch me. She did not lift her eyes from the restless wash of the stream. For the moment, she only cared that Jeremiah was nearby.

When Stave's silence told her that he was done, she released one arm from the Staff, bent to the stream, and splashed water onto her face, trying to rinse the despair from her skin.

"There's more," Covenant said roughly, "but you don't need to hear it right now." His tone implied distress like a premonition. "I just want you to know that we're not safe from Esmer. I didn't convince him to stop betraying us. He'll try again when he figures out how to serve you and Kastenessen at the same time."

That, too, was more than she could absorb. Without thinking, she repeated, "I don't care. I'm just glad that you managed to save Jeremiah." Learning now that he had been lost would have destroyed her. "Everything else-" She shrugged instead of weeping. "You can explain it all later."

Don't touch me.

"That is wisdom," Stave stated firmly. "The ur-Lord's suasion of Esmer was needful, as it now appears that your immersion was needful. Continuing to speak of such matters serves no purpose."

His manner suggested that he was addressing Pahni, advising her not to reveal what Covenant had done. If so, Linden approved. She owed Covenant that much. His rejection made grat.i.tude impossible; but it did not change the fact that he had broken the bane's grip on her mind. Because of him, she could still hope to rescue her son from the croyel croyel.

"Chosen," Stave continued, "will you not withdraw from the stream?" With one hand, he gestured toward the patch of sand at the water's edge. "There you may dry your raiment, and accept the sun's warmth, and speak of whatsoever you desire."

Linden shook her head. Her sodden clothes did not trouble her. And she was not ready to face the decisions that awaited her; the impossible futures. Her memories of the monster on Jeremiah's back were bad enough: the actuality would be worse.

Like Covenant, her son was someone whom she could not touch.

"I need a bath," she explained, groaning to herself. More than that, she needed to recover some semblance of emotional balance. "If you don't mind, Stave, you can take Covenant back to the others." She could not bear to look at him yet. "Pahni can stay with me. When I don't feel quite so disgusted"-her mouth twisted at the thought of her filthy hair and rank clothes-"she'll help me find you."

"By my Manethrall's command, Ringthane," Pahni answered, "I must comply with Thomas Covenant's wishes. If the Unbeliever will grant it, however, I will abide with you gladly." Her tone hinted that she might choose to defy Mahrtiir's orders.

"Ah, h.e.l.l," Covenant sighed. "Why not?" Linden heard regret in his voice. "After what you've been through, the least you deserve is a chance to be left alone.

"Come on, Stave." He lifted a hand in the direction of Stave's shoulder. "I'm exhausted. I probably won't make it without help."

"Go on," Linden murmured automatically. She wanted him gone; wanted to forget him if she could. In self-defense, she had fixed her mind on the idea of a bath: she was impatient to take off her clothes. In the absence of soap, she could use sand to rub away the most tactile of her many soilures.

Pahni shot Stave a quick glance. "If you will, Stave, a.s.sure Liand that I am"-she caught herself-"that we are well."

Linden was vaguely surprised to hear the Cord use Stave's name. Her closest friends had become more comfortable with each other than they had once been. For that, she gave Stave most of the credit. He had taught the Ramen and Liand to regret their initial distrust.

"Be certain of it," Stave replied as he drew Covenant's arm across his shoulders. "Return to us when the Chosen desires it. There is no present need for haste."

"He means," Covenant muttered, "we don't have any food, so you might as well do what you can to save your strength."

Then he and Stave turned away, heading for the small sc.r.a.p of beach and the nearest hillside.

Was that north? Linden wondered briefly. Yes, her health-sense a.s.sured her. Or rather northwest. But she dismissed such matters almost immediately. Her percipience had become as precise as Loric's krill krill; and she was acutely conscious of muck and strain staining her hair, her skin, her clothes. While Covenant and Stave rose dripping from the stream and began to angle across the littered hillside, she confirmed that Jeremiah's healed racecar still rested deep in her pocket. When she explored her sore ribs, her cracked kneecap, her battered s.h.i.+n, she found that they did not demand care. She dismissed them as well.

As soon as Covenant and Stave disappeared beyond the ridgeline, she braced her Staff on the streambed, bent close to the water, and began trying to pull off one of her boots.

She could not move it. Full of water, it stuck to her; or she was too weak.

At once, however, Pahni came closer. "Permit me, Ringthane." Before Linden could reply, the girl ducked beneath the surface. Able to use both hands, she tugged off Linden's boot and sock.

Grateful at last, Linden put her foot down, raised her other boot to Pahni. Then the Cord stood up; took a breath; tossed the water from her eyes.

"If you will grant me a moment, Ringthane, I will set your footwear upon a rock to dry." She nodded toward the sh.o.r.e. "Then I will return to wash your garments while you bathe."

Linden was already unb.u.t.toning her s.h.i.+rt. "Just throw them. I'll do something about it later if they're uncomfortable."

"As you wish." Turning, Pahni flung the boots to the scallop of sand. Then she held out a hand for Linden's s.h.i.+rt.

The red flannel was damaged in a variety of ways. Ruefully Linden eyed the bullet holes, front and back. She was fortunate, she supposed, that the slug had pa.s.sed straight through her. Even now, she did not know how she had healed herself. If the bullet had remained in her- Making so many mistakes, taking so many risks, she had apparently given Lord Foul exactly what he wanted. But she refused to second-guess herself now. Regret was costly; as draining as battle. If Covenant did not want her love, he could go to h.e.l.l. She had found her son. Now she intended to concentrate on learning how to free him from the croyel croyel.

Pa.s.sing her s.h.i.+rt to Pahni, Linden crouched to the challenge of peeling off her jeans.

When she finally succeeded at removing them, she discovered that some trick of wet or color emphasized the green script left by the tall gra.s.ses of the Verge of Wandering. Her jeans were like the Staff, inscribed in a language which she could not read.

In Garroting Deep, Caerroil Wildwood had said of her, She wears the mark of fecundity and long gra.s.s She wears the mark of fecundity and long gra.s.s. Also she has paid the price of woe Also she has paid the price of woe. And the sigil of the Land's need has been placed upon her And the sigil of the Land's need has been placed upon her. For that reason, he had spared her life.

And he had given her the burden of a question the burden of a question- How may life endure in the Land, if the Forestals fail and perish-? Must it transpire that beauty and truth shall pa.s.s utterly when we are gone?

Linden had promised the ancient guardian of Garroting Deep an answer; but she had no idea how to keep her word.

Frowning, she tossed her jeans to Pahni as though she meant to spurn their implications. Inadequacy and loss: needs that she would never be able to satisfy: loads too heavy for her to bear. The Staff she wedged between rocks so that it would not float away. If it drifted, Pahni would retrieve it.

Regret could be refused. Despair was a different issue.

As if in abnegation, Linden sank into the stream, scooped up sand, and began rubbing handfuls of grit into her hair, onto her scalp. Scouring herself- The abrasion hurt, but she welcomed it.

Later Linden sat on a flat stone near the sand, wearing her wet clothes but not her socks and boots; resting with her feet in the cool caress of the current. Her skin felt sc.r.a.ped raw, and there were patches on her scalp where she had drawn blood. But she did not mind. Those pains were trivial by comparison.

Her socks lay drying beside her. For the time being, she left her boots where Pahni had thrown them. The Staff of Law she held across her lap. With her fingertips, she stroked the incused runes. They could have signified anything; but she wanted to believe that they were a prophecy of hope.

Unhindered by Kevin's Dirt, she ought to be able to accomplish almost anything with her Staff and Covenant's ring. Surely she could do more for Jeremiah here than in the Lost Deep?

Cross-legged and straight-backed, Pahni sat on another stone nearby. She, too, had bathed thoroughly. Now she gazed into the stream with tension in her shoulders and shadows in her eyes.

Linden was not ready to resume thinking and caring; not really. But the conflicted purity of Pahni's spirit pleaded for her attention. Sighing to herself, she said quietly, "Talk to me, Pahni. Something is troubling you. I could try to guess, but it's better if you just tell me."

"Ah, Ringthane," the girl replied with a sigh of her own. "I am a small creature among the great beings and terrors of the world. My concerns do not merit your heed."

Don't touch me.

Then the Cord turned. Gazing nakedly into Linden's eyes, Pahni said, "Yet Liand is not a small creature. He is not. He is the first true Stonedownor in uncounted centuries, wielder of the Sunstone's wonder"-she faltered for a moment-"and my beloved. His valor and daring are worthy of Giantish tales. Indeed, they are worthy of the Ranyhyn. For his sake, I will speak."

Linden knew what was coming. Nevertheless she required herself to wait in silence.

Carefully Pahni said, "It becomes ever plainer that when Anele addressed us on the plateau of Glimmermere, he spoke at the Timewarden's behest. His p.r.o.nouncements were given to him by the Timewarden's spanning consciousness."

Linden nodded. "I remember."

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. But I can't see any way around it But I can't see any way around it.

"Then you will recall," the Cord continued, "that Anele's words led Liand to the orcrest orcrest which has exalted him. But they also suggested some arduous and mayhap fatal outcome which can not or must not be evaded. which has exalted him. But they also suggested some arduous and mayhap fatal outcome which can not or must not be evaded.

"Ringthane-" Again Pahni faltered. Lowering her eyes, she asked over the background whisper of the stream, "Do you now comprehend the Timewarden's prophecy? It lies beyond me, little as I am. By bravery and foresight and love, you have grown to stand among the mighty of the Earth-aye, and to defy them when you must. Do you possess any light that may dispel the darkness which knots my heart? For Liand's sake, I ask it-he who has been your friend and companion from the start, and has never wavered."

Oh, Pahni, Linden wanted to say. You're going to break my heart. She had been afraid for Liand since the day when he had insisted on aiding her escape from Mithil Stonedown. But she had no idea what Covenant's a.s.sertions meant.

She can do this. Tell her I said that Tell her I said that. And there's no one else who can even make the attempt And there's no one else who can even make the attempt.

Stroking the Staff for courage, she answered, "I'm sorry, Pahni. I just don't. No matter what you think, I'm not brave, and I sure as h.e.l.l don't have any foresight. The future is as dark to me as it is to you. You'll have to ask Covenant," although he had probably lost that memory. "Or I will, if you want."

Pahni set her teeth. Blinking furiously, she stared out over the watercourse. "I discern sooth in your words," she said after a moment. "But I do not grasp how they can be sooth. You are Linden Avery, Linden Giantfriend, the Ringthane, the Chosen. How does it chance that you are able to offer me naught?"

"You don't understand," Linden replied more severely than she intended, "but you should. You called yourself a small creature. That's how I I feel. All the time." She gestured around her. "I'm too little for all this. I want to save my son. If I can't do that, I want to keep him safe as long as possible. That's as far as I go. The rest of it-" She had made too many promises which she could not keep. Even resurrecting Covenant was a promise she had already broken by failing to resurrect him whole. "The rest is too much for me. It's someone else's problem." feel. All the time." She gestured around her. "I'm too little for all this. I want to save my son. If I can't do that, I want to keep him safe as long as possible. That's as far as I go. The rest of it-" She had made too many promises which she could not keep. Even resurrecting Covenant was a promise she had already broken by failing to resurrect him whole. "The rest is too much for me. It's someone else's problem."

A frown complicated the Cord's mien. "I discern sooth," she repeated. Then she said more strongly, "Nonetheless I deem that you are mistaken in yourself. Time and again, you have vindicated the Timewarden's faith in you. Time and again, you have wrought miracles for our redemption. If you name yourself a small creature, as I am, you gauge yourself unjustly."

"No, I don't," Linden retorted with more vehemence. "You still don't understand what I'm trying to say. Liand isn't small, and neither are you. If there's any greatness left in the world, it's yours yours." And Covenant's. "Greatness isn't about power. It's about who you are. You're so unselfish that it staggers me. You make yourselves greater every day. I'm just shrinking."

Stricken by horror and weakness, she had drowned in She Who Must Not Be Named: she knew the truth.

Why else did she need Covenant so badly?

Why else had he refused her?

Now the girl faced Linden again. With none of her familiar una.s.suming shyness, she said, "Then truly, Ringthane, you have no choice-you who are called the Chosen. You must relieve your son from the toils of the croyel croyel. If you do not, you will founder in bitterness, and Fangthane's triumph over you will be complete."

Linden ground her teeth. "In that case"-abruptly she withdrew her feet from the stream and stood up-"we should get started on-on whatever it is we're going to do. I hope you're wrong. But I doubt it."

Where her son was concerned, she had made the only choice that mattered when she adopted him.

Graceful as water, Pahni also rose. Her eagerness to return to Liand was palpable as she went to retrieve Linden's boots.

But Linden was not eager. She was simply vexed. Yet behind her ire lay an ache of dread. Covenant had already pushed her away. If he also pushed away the decisions and responsibilities that she had trusted him to a.s.sume-if he repudiated all all of her reasons for restoring his life- of her reasons for restoring his life- She was not sure that she would be able to face him.

Plodding through arid heat over the baked hills, Linden was sweating in spite of her soaked boots and damp socks as she rejoined the company.

From the hillside above them, she saw Covenant and Stave, Jeremiah and Galt, Liand and Anele, the Giants and Manethrall Mahrtiir and Bhapa. A glance was enough to a.s.sure her that they had rested and drunk their fill. Temporarily, at least, most of them had recovered a portion of their natural toughness. Now they sat waiting in the shade among the boulders close to the stream.

On nearby ridges, Clyme and Branl stood watch. This far from the Land's foes, Linden could not imagine that the company faced any immediate danger except hunger. Nevertheless she was glad for the wariness of the Humbled.

She also could not imagine why the Ardent had brought her companions here, where they could do nothing. Nor did she understand why the Insequent had abandoned them.

Liand greeted her and Pahni with a glad shout. Wasting his scant stamina, he sprang to his feet and hurried up the hillside to meet them. With a warm smile for Pahni, he wrapped his arms around Linden.

His hug was brief, a momentary taste of the deeper embraces for which she was starving. Nevertheless it steadied her. It reminded her sore nerves and her hidden wounds that she was not alone, in spite of Covenant's rejection. She still had friends who were strong and faithful, friends who had earned every bit of her esteem. If Covenant refused to lead the company, perhaps someone else would do so.

The salutations of the Swordmainnir were less impulsive, but they all rose from their resting places and spoke Linden's name with evident relief, pleased to see for themselves that she had escaped her nightmares.

Anele sat in Galesend's armor without acknowledging Linden. In contrast, Mahrtiir gave her a bow of approval; and Bhapa waved, grinning crookedly. But Jeremiah did not react, and the croyel croyel ignored her. For reasons of its own, the creature's gaze followed Liand. As usual, the Humbled revealed nothing. ignored her. For reasons of its own, the creature's gaze followed Liand. As usual, the Humbled revealed nothing.

Depending on the Staff and Liand for balance, Linden made her way down the slope. As she descended, she studied Covenant's twisted effort to smile for her. Protecting herself, she tried to think, Go to h.e.l.l. But she could not look at him and feel that way. At least for the time being, he was present present. In spite of his rejection, she prayed that his absences would grow less frequent as his long past leaked away.

Like her, he was becoming less than he had once been. To that extent, at least, she understood his desire to distance himself.

She would have preferred to avoid looking at Jeremiah. She did not want to be reminded that nothing had changed. But even a brief glance at his slack stance and muddied gaze, the droop of his mouth, and the stubble like grime on his cheeks confirmed that he was still the croyel croyel's prisoner. And the monster's possessive malice was unabated. Despite the eldritch keenness of the krill krill's edge only a breath from its neck, its eyes glared with unspecified threats, and its jaws champed steadily, avid to sink its fangs into Jeremiah's throat once more.