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〃She tried to teach me to dance。 She'd make me stand where she could see me； and then she'd tell me where to put my feet； when to jump； how to move my legs。〃 Again he faltered。 〃And in between she used to take hours telling me what a full life she'd had。
〃She must've been all of forty years old。〃
Abruptly； he stooped to the ground； snatched up a stone； and hurled it with all his strength at the grinning face of the rock garden。 His throw fell far short； but he did not stop to watch the stone roll into the valley。 Turning away from it； he rasped thickly； 〃If I ever get my hands on her husband； I'll wring his bloody neck。〃 Then he strode down off the knoll toward the horses。 In a moment； he was astride his mount and galloping away to rejoin the road。 Bannor was close behind him。
Troy took a deep breath； trying to shake off the effect of Covenant's tale； but he could think of nothing to say。 When he looked over at Elena； he saw that she was melding with Mhoram and Amatin as if she needed their support to bear what she had heard。 After a moment； Mhoram said aloud； 〃Ur…Lord Covenant is a prophet。〃
〃Does he foretell the fate of the Land？〃 Amatin asked painfully。
〃No！〃 Elena's denial was fierce； and Mhoram breathed also； 〃No〃 But Troy could hear that Mhoram meant something different。
Then the melding ended； and the Lords returned to their mounts。 Soon the pany was back on the road； riding after Covenant in the direction of Revelwood。
For the rest of the afternoon； Troy was too disturbed by the Lords' reaction to Covenant to relax and enjoy the journey。 But the next day； he found a way to soothe his vague distress。 He envisioned in detail the separate progresses of the Warward…the Bloodguard riding with Lord Callindrill； the mounted Eoward rafting and galloping； the warriors marching behind Amorine。 On his mental map of the Land； these various thrusts had a deliberate symmetry that pleased him in some fundamental way。 Before long； he began to feel better。
And Trothgard helped him； also。 South of the rock gardens； the land's mantle of soil became thicker and more fertile； so that the hills through which the pany rode had no bare stone jutting up among the grass and flowers。 Instead； copses and broad swaths
of woodland grew everywhere； punctuating the slopes and unfurling oratorically across the vales and valleys。 Under the bright sky and the autumn balm of Trothgard； Troy put his uncertainty about Covenant behind him like a bad dream。
At that point； even the problem of munications did not bother him。 Ordinarily； he was even more concerned by his inability to convey messages to Quaan than by his ignorance of what was happening to Korik's mission。 But he was on his way to Revelwood。 High Lord Elena had promised him that the Loresraat was working on his problem。 He looked forward hopefully to the chance that the students of the Staff had found a solution for him。
That evening； he enjoyed the singing and talk of the Lords around the campfire。 Mhoram was withdrawn and silent； with a strange look of foreboding in his eyes； and Covenant glowered glum and taciturn into the coals of the fire。 But High Lord Elena was in vibrant good spirits。 With Amatin； she spread a mood of humor and gaiety over the pany until even the somberest of the Lorewardens seemed to effervesce。 Troy thought that she had never looked more lovely。
Yet he went to the blindness of his bed with an ache in his heart。 He could not help knowing that Elena exerted her brilliance for Covenant's sake； not for his。
He fell at once into sleep as if to escape his sightlessness。 But in the darkest part of the moonless night； sharp voices and the stamping of hooves roused him。 Through the obscure illumination of the fire embers； he saw a Bloodguard on a Ranyhyn standing in the center of the camp。 The Ranyhyn steamed in the cold air； it had galloped hotly to reach the Lords。
First Mark Morin and Lord Mhoram already stood by the Ranyhyn； and the High Lord was hurrying from her blankets with Lord Amatin behind her。 Troy threw an armful of kindling on the fire。 The sudden blaze gave him a better view of the Bloodguard。
The grime of hard fighting streaked his face； and among the rents there were patches of dried blood
on his robe。 He dismounted slowly； as if he were tired or reluctant。
Troy felt his balance suddenly waver； as if the tree limb of his efforts for the Land had jumped under his feet。 He recognized the Bloodguard。 He was Runnik； one of the members of Korik's mission to Seareach。
FOURTEEN： Runnik's Tale
FOR a moment； Troy groped around him； trying to regain his balance。 Runnik should not be here； it was too soon。 Only twenty…three days had passed since the departure of Korik's mission。 Even the mightiest Ranyhyn could not gallop to Seareach and back in that time。 So Runnik's arrival here meant Even before the High Lord could speak； Troy found himself demanding in a constricted voice； 〃What happened？ What happened？〃
But Elena stopped him with a sharp word。 He could see that the implications of Runnik's presence were not lost on her。 She stood with the Staff of Law planted firmly on the ground； and her face was full of fire。
At her side； Covenant had a look of nausea； as if he were already sickened by what he expected to hear。 He had the aspect of a man who wanted to know whether or not he had a terminal illness as he rasped at the Bloodguard； 〃Are they dead？〃
Runnik ignored both Covenant and Troy。 He nodded to First Mark Morin； then bowed slightly to the High Lord。 Despite its flatness； his countenance had a reluctant cast； an angle of unwillingness； that made Troy groan in anticipation。
〃Speak； Runnik；〃 Elena said sternly。 〃What word
have you brought to us？〃 And after her Morin said； 〃Speak so that the Lords may hear you。〃
Yet Runnik did not begin。 Barely visible in the background of his unblinking gaze； there was an ache …a pang that Troy had never expected to see in any Bloodguard。 〃Sweet Jesus；〃 he breathed。 〃How bad is it？〃
Then Lord Mhoram spoke。 〃Runnik；〃 he said softly； 〃the mission to Seareach was given into the hands of the Bloodguard。 This is a difficult burden； for you are Vowed to… the preservation of the Lords above all things。 There is no blame for you if your Vow and the mission have e into conflict； requiring that one or the other must be set aside。 There can be no doubt of the Bloodguard； whatever the doom that brings you to us thus battle…rent at the dark of the moon。〃
For a moment longer； Runnik hesitated。 Then he said； 〃High Lord； I have e from the depths of Sarangrave Flat from the Defiles Course and the mission to Seareach。 To me； and to Pren and Porib with me； Korik said； ‘Return to the High Lord。 Tell her all …all the words of Warhaft Hoerkin； all the struggles of the Ranyhyn； all the attacks of the lurker。 Tell her of the fall of Lord Shetra。' 〃 Amatin moaned in her throat； and Mhoram stiffened。 But Elena held Runnik with the intensity of her face。 〃 ‘She will know how to hear this tale of Giants and Ravers。 Tell her that the mission will not fail。'
〃 ‘Fist and faith；' we three responded。 ‘We will not fail。'
〃But for four days we strove with the Sarangrave； and Pren fell to the lurker that has awakened。 Then we won our way to the west of the Flat； and there regained our Ranyhyn。 With our best speed we rode toward Revelstone。 But when we entered Grimmerdhore； we were beset by wolves and ur…viles； though we saw no sign of them when we passed eastward。 Porib and his Ranyhyn fell so that I might escape； and I rode onward。
〃Then on the west of Grimmerdhore； I met with scouts of the Warward； and learned that Corruption was marching； and that the High Lord had ridden toward Revelwood。 So I turned aside from Revelstone and came in pursuit to find you here。
〃High Lord； there is much that I must say。〃
〃We will hear you；〃 Elena said。 〃e。〃 Turning； she moved to the campfire。 There she seated herself with Mhoram and Amatin beside her。 At a sign from her； Runnik sat down opposite her； and allowed one of the Lorewardens who had skill as a Healer to clean his cuts。 Troy piled wood on the fire so that he could see better； then positioned himself near the Lords on the far side from Covenant。 In a moment； Runnik began to speak。
At first； his narration was brief and awkward。 The Bloodguard lacked the Giants' gift for storytelling； he skimmed crucial subjects； and ignored things his hearers needed to know。 But the Lords questioned him carefully。 And Covenant repeatedly insisted on details。 At times； he seemed to be trying to stall the narrative； postpone the moment when he would have to hear its oute。 Gradually； the events of the mission began to emerge in a coherent form。
Troy listened intensely。 He could see nothing beyond the immediate light of the campfire； nothing distracted his attention。 Despite the flatness of Runnik's tone； the Warmark seemed to see what he was hearing as if the mission were taking place in the air before him。
The mission had made its way eastward through Grimmerdhore； and then for three days had ridden in rain。 But no rain could halt the Ranyhyn； and this was no great storm。 On the eighth day of the mission； when the clouds broke and