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day passed。 By the following noon； it dominated the southeastern horizon。
But at night Covenant did not have the mountains veering around him。 He could not see Melenkurion Skyweir。 And after the evening meal； his fever abated somewhat。 Freed from these demands and drains upon his weakened concentration； he came to some vague terms with his bargain。
It did not need her consent； he knew this； and berated himself for it。 Once the thrill of hope had faded into fever and anxiety； he ached to tell her what he had been thinking。 And her attentiveness to him made him ache worse。 She cooked special healing broths and stews for him； she went out of her way to supply him
with aliantha。 But his emotions toward her had changed。 There was cunning and flattery in his responses to her tenderness。 He was afraid of what would happen if he told her his thoughts。
When he lay awake late at night； shivering feverishly； he had a bad taste of rationalization in his mouth。 Then it was not embarrassment or trust which kept him from explaining himself。 His jaws were locked by his clinging need for survival； his rage against his own death。
Finally； his fever broke。 Late in the afternoon of the third day…the twenty…first since the High Lord's party had left Revelwood…a sudden rush of sweat poured over him； and a tight inner cord seemed to snap。 He felt himself relaxing at last。 That night； he fell asleep while Elena was still discussing the ignorance or failure of prehension which kept her from learning anything from Amok。
A long； sound sleep restored his sense of health； and the next morning he was able to pay better attention to his situation。 Riding at Elena's side； he scrutinized Melenkurion Skyweir。 It stood over him like an aegis； shutting out the whole southeastern dawn。 With a low surge of apprehension； he judged that the High Lord's party would probably arrive there before this day was done。 Carefully； he asked her about the Skyweir。
〃I can tell you little；〃 she replied。 〃It is the tallest mountain known to the Land； and its name shares one of the Seven Words。 But Kevin's Lore reveals little of it。 Perhaps there is other knowledge in the other Wards； but the First and Second contain few hints or references。 And in our age the Lords have gained nothing of their own concerning this place。 None have e so close to the Skyweir since people returned to the Land after the Ritual of Desecration。
〃It is in my heart that these great peaks mark a place of power…a place surpassing even Gravin Threndor。 But I have no evidence for this belief apart from the strange silence of Kevin's Lore。 Melenkurion Skyweir is one of the high places of the Land…and yet the First and Second Wards contain no knowledge of it beyond a few old maps； a fragment of one song； and
two unexplained sentences which； if their translation is not faulty； speak of mand and blood。 So；〃 she said wryly； 〃my failure to unlock Amok is not altogether surprising。〃
This brought her back to a contemplation of her ignorance； and she lapsed into silence。 Covenant tried to think of a way to help her。 But the effort was like trying to see through a wall of stone； he had even less of the requisite knowledge。 If he intended to keep his side of the bargain； he would have to do so in some other way。
He believed intuitively that his chance would e。
In the meantime； he settled himself to wait for Amok to bring them to the mountain。
Their final approach came sooner than he had expected。 Amok took them down a long col between two blunt peaks； then into a crooked ravine that continued to descend while it shifted toward the east。 By noon they had lost more than two thousand feet of elevation。 There the ravine ended； leaving them on a wide； flat； barren plateau which clung to the slopes of the great mountain。 The plateau ran east and south as far as Covenant could see around Melenkurion Skyweir。 The flat ground looked like a setting； a base for the fifteen or twenty thousand feet of its matched spires。 And east of the plateau were no mountains at all。
The Ranyhyn were eager for a run after long days of constricted climbing； and they cantered out onto the flat rock。 With surprising fleetness； Amok kept ahead of them。 He laughed as he ran； and even increased his pace。 The Ranyhyn stretched into full stride； began to gallop in earnest； leaving Covenant's mustang behind。 But still Amok's prancing step outran them。 Gaily； he led the riders east and then south down the center of the plateau。
Covenant followed at a more leisurely gait。 Soon he was passing along the face of the first peak。 The plateau here was several hundred yards wide； and it extended southward until it curved west out of sight beyond the base of the second peak。 The spires joined each other a few thousand feet above the plateau； but the line of juncture between them remained clear； as if
the two sides differed in texture。 At the place where this line touched the plateau； a cleft appeared in the flat rock。 This crevice ran straight across the plateau to its eastern edge。
Ahead of Covenant； the Ranyhyn had ended their gallop near the rim of the crevice。 Now Elena trotted down its length toward the outer edge of the plateau。 Covenant swung his mustang in that direction； and joined her there。
Together； they dismounted； and he lay down on his stomach to peer over the precipice。 Four thousand feet below the sheer cliff； a dark； knotted forest spread out as far as he could see。 The woods brooded over its rumpled terrain…a thick…grown old blanket of trees which draped the foot of the Westron Mountains as if to conceal； provide the solace of privacy for； a rigid and immediate anguish。 And northeastward across this covered expanse ran the red…black line of the river which spewed from the base of the cleft。 Inaudible in the distance； it came moiling out of the rock and slashed away through the heart of the forest。 The river looked like a weal in the woods； a cut across the glowering green countenance。 This scar gave the hurt； rigid face an expression of ferocity； as if it dreamed of rending limb from limb the enemy which had scored it。
Elena explained the view to Covenant。 〃That is the Black River；〃 she said reverently。 She was the first new Lord ever to see this sight。 〃From this place； it flows a hundred fifty leagues and more to join the Mithil on its way toward Andelain。 Its spring is said to lie deep under Melenkurion Skyweir。 We stand on Rivenrock； the eastern porch or portal of the great mountain。 And below us is Garroting Deep； the last forest in the Land where a Forestal still walks where the maimed consciousness of the One Forest still holds munion with itself。〃 For a moment； she breathed the brisk air。 Then she added； 〃Beloved； I believe that we are not far from the Seventh Ward。〃
Pushing himself back from the edge； he climbed unsteadily to his feet。 The breeze seemed to carry vertigo up at him from the precipice。 He waited until he was several strides from the edge before he replied； 〃I hope
so。 For all we know； that war could be over by now。 If Troy's plans didn't work； Foul might be halfway to Revelstone。〃
〃Yes。 I； too； have felt that fear。 But my belief remains that the Land's future will not be won in war。 And that battle is not in our hands。 We have other work。〃
Covenant studied the distance of her eyes； measuring the risk of offending her； then said； 〃Has it occurred to you that you might not be able to unlock Amok？〃
〃Of course；〃 she returned sharply。 〃I am not blind。〃
〃Then what will you do； if he doesn't talk？〃
〃I hold the Staff of Law。 It is a potent key。 When Amok has guided us to the Seventh Ward； I will not be helpless。〃
Covenant looked away with a sour expression on his face。 He did not believe that it would be that easy。
At Elena's side； he walked back along the crevice toward the two Bloodguard and Amok。 The afternoon was not far gone； but already Melenkurion Skyweir's shadow stretched across Rivenrock。 The shadow thickened the natural gloom of the cleft； so that it lay like a fault of darkness across the plateau。 At its widest； it was no more than twenty feet broad； but it seemed immeasurably deep； as if it went straight down to the buried roots of the mountain。 On an impulse； Covenant tossed a small rock into the cleft。 It bounced from wall to wall on its way down； he counted twentytwo heartbeats before it fell beyond hearing。 Instinctively； he kept himself a safe distance from the crevice as he went on toward Bannor and Morin。
The two Bloodguard had unpacked the food； and Covenant and Elena made a light meal for themselves。 Covenant ate slowly； as if he were trying to postpone the next phase of the quest。 He foresaw only three alternatives…up the mountain； down the crevice； across the cleft…and they all looked bad to him。 He did not want to do any kind of climbing or jumping； the simple proximity of precipices made him nervous。 But when he saw that the High Lord was waiting for him； he recollected the terms of his bargain。 He finished what he
was eating； and tried to brace himself for whatever Amok had in mind。
Gripping the Staff of Law firmly； Elena turned to her guide。 〃Amok； we are ready。 What should be done with the Ranyhyn？ Will you have us ride or