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e trees showed that their roots ran down into once…desecrated soil。 The new Council of Lords had found a worthy way to spend their lives。
Because of what it had suffered； Trothgard touched Covenant's heart。 He found that he liked it； trusted it。 At times as the day passed into afternoon； he wished that he was not going anywhere。 He wanted to roam Trothgard destinationless； preferably alone…without any thought of Wards or rings or wars。 He would have weled the rest。
Amok seemed a fit guide for such sojourns。 The bearer of the Seventh Ward moved with a sprightly； boyish stride which disguised the fact that the pace he set was not a lazy one。 And his good spirits bubbled irrepressibly。 He sang long songs which he claimed to have learned from the faery Elohim…songs so alien that Covenant could distinguish neither words nor sentences； and yet so curiously suggestive； so like moonlight in a forest； that they half entranced him。 And Amok told intimate tales of the stars and heavens； describing merrily the sky dance as if he had pranced in it himself。 His happy voice plemented the clear； keen evening air and the sunset conflagration of the trees； interwove his listeners like an incantation； a mesmerism。
Yet in the twilight of Trothgard； he disappeared
suddenly； gestured himself out of visibility； leaving the High Lords' party alone。
Covenant was startled out of his reverie。 〃Where…？〃
〃Amok will return；〃 answered Elena。 In the gloaming； he could not tell if she were looking at him or through him or into him or in spite of him。 〃He has only left us for the night。 e； ur…Lord；〃 she said as she dropped lightly down from Myrha's back。 〃Let us rest。〃
Covenant followed her example； released his mount to Bannor's care。 Myrha and the other two Ranyhyn galloped away； stretching their legs after a day's walking。 Then Morin went to the Rill for water while Elena began to make camp。 She produced a small urn of graveling； and' used the fire…stones to cook a frugal meal for herself and Covenant。 Her face followed the motion of her hands； but her vision's strange otherness was far distant； as if in the earthy light she read of events on the opposite edge of the Land。
Covenant watched her； in the performance of even the simplest chores she fascinated him。 But as he studied her lithe form； her sure movements； her bifurcated gaze； he was trying to regain a grip on himself； trying to recover some sense of where he stood with her。 She was a mystery to him。 Out of all the strong and knowledgeable people of the Land； she had chosen him to acpany her。 He had raped her mother …and still she had chosen him。 In Glimmermere she had kissed… The memory made his heart hurt。 She had chosen him。 But not out of anger or desire for retribution…not for any reason that Trell would have approved。 He could see in her smiles； hear in her voice； feel in her ambience that she intended him no harm。 Then why？ From what secret forgetfulness or passion did her desire for his pany spring？ He needed to know。 And yet he was half afraid of the answer。
After supper； when he sat drinking his ration of springwine across the pot of graveling from Elena； he mustered his courage to question her。 Both Bloodguard had withdrawn from the campsite； and he was
relieved that he did not have to contend with them。 Rubbing his fingers through his beard； remembering the peril of physical sensations； he began by asking her if she had learned anything from Amok。
She shook her head unconcernedly； and her hair haloed her head in the graveling light。 〃We are surely several days from the location of the Seventh Ward。 There will be time enough for the questioning of Amok。〃
He accepted this； but it did not meet his need。 Tightening his hold on himself； he asked her why she had chosen him。
She gazed at him or through him for several moments before she replied。 〃Thomas Covenant； you know that I did not choose you。 No Lord of Revelstone chose you。 Drool Rockworm performed your first summoning； and he was guided by the Despiser。 In that way； we are your victims； just as you are his。 It may be as Lord Mhoram believes…perhaps the Land's Creator also chose。 Or perhaps the dead Lords …perhaps High Lord Kevin himself wields some influence from beyond his lost grave。 But I made no choice。〃 Then her tone changed； and she went on； 〃Yet had I chosen…〃
Covenant interrupted her。 〃'That isn't what I meant。 I know why this is happening to me。 It's because I'm a leper。 A normal person would just laugh… No； what I meant is； why did you ask me to e with you looking for the Seventh Ward？ Surely there were other people you could have chosen。〃
Gently； she returned； 〃I do not understand this disease which causes you to be a…leper。 You describe a world in which the innocent are tormented。 Why are such things done？ Why are they permitted？〃
〃Things aren't so different here。 Or what did you think it was that happened to Kevin？ But you're changing the subject。 I want to know why you picked me。〃 He winced at the memory of Troy's chagrin when the High Lord had announced her choice。
〃Very well； ur…Lord；〃 she said with a tone of reluctance。 〃If this question must be answered； I will
answer it。 There are many reasons for my choice。 Will you hear them？〃
〃Go ahead。〃
〃Ah； Unbeliever。 At times I think that Warmark Troy is not so blind。 The truth…you evade the truth。 But I will give you my reasons。 First； I prepare for the chances of the future。 If at the last you should e to desire the use of your white gold； with the Staff of Law I am better able to aid you than any other。 I do not know the wild magic's secret…but there is no more discerning tool than the Staff。 And if at the last you should turn against the Land； with the Staff I will be able to resist you。 We possess nothing else which can hope to stand against the power of white gold。
〃But I seek other goals also。 You are no warrior the Warward will meet great peril； where only power and skill in bat may hope to preserve life。 I do not wish to risk your death。 You must be given time to find your own reply to yourself。 And for myself I seek panionship。 Neither Warmark Troy nor Lord Mhoram can be spared from the war。 Do you desire more explanation？〃
He sensed the inpleteness of her response； and forced himself to pursue it despite his fear。 With a grimace of distaste for the pervasive irrectitude of his conduct in the Land； he said deliberately； 〃panionship？ After all I've done。 You're remarkably tolerant。〃
〃I am not tolerant。 I do not make choices without consulting my own heart。〃
For a moment； he faced squarely the implications of what she said。 It was what he had both wanted and feared to hear。 But then a plex unwillingness； posed of sympathy and dread and self…judgment； deflected him。 It made his voice rough as he said； 〃You're breaking Trell's heart。 And your mother's。〃
Her face stiffened。 〃Do you accuse me of Trell's pain？〃
〃I don't know。 He would be following us if he had any hope left。 Now he knows for sure that you're not even thinking about punishing me。〃
He stopped； but the sight of the pain he had given her made him speak again； rush to answer replies； counteraccusations； that she had not uttered。 〃As for your mother…I've got no right to talk。 I don't mean about what I did to her。 That's something I can at least understand。 I was in such…penury…and she seemed so rich。
〃No； I' mean about the Ranyhyn…those Ranyhyn that went to Mithil Stonedown every year。 I made a bargain with them。 I was trying to find some solution some way to keep myself from going pletely insane。 And they hated me。 They were just like the Land…they were big and powerful and superior and they loathed me。〃 He rasped that word loathed； as if he were echoing； Leper outcast unclean！ 〃But they reared to me…a hundred of them。 They were driven
〃So I made a bargain with them。 I promised that I wouldn't ride…wouldn't force one of them to carry me。 And I made them promise… I was trying to find some way to keep all that size and power and health and fidelity from driving me crazy。 I made them promise to answer if I ever called them。 And I made them promise to visit your mother。〃
〃Their promise remains。〃 She said this as if it gave her a deep pride。
He sighed。 〃That's what Rue said。 But that's not the point。 Do you see？ I was trying to give her something； make it up to her somehow。 But that doesn't work。 When you've hurt someone that badly； you can't go around giving them gifts。 That's arrogant and cruel。〃 His mouth twisted at the bitter taste of what he had done。 〃I was really just trying to make myself feel better。
〃Anyway； it didn't work。 Foul can pervert anything。 By the time I got to the end of the Quest for the Staff of Law； things were so bad that no bargain could have saved me。〃
Abruptly； he ran out of words。 He wanted to tell Elena that he did not accuse her； could not accuse her …and at the same time a part of him did accuse her。
That part of him felt that Lena's pain deserved more loyalty。
But the High Lord seemed to understand this。 Though her elsewhere gaze did not touch him； she replied to his thought。 〃Thomas Covenant； you do not altogether prehend Lena my mother。 I am a woman…human like any other。 And I have chosen you