Against All Things Ending Part 22

"However"-he glanced around the company-"my task will be eased if we are less widely scattered. Giants, will you consent to bear the lady and her companions, as you have done before?"

"Aye," the Ironhand a.s.sented promptly. "To escape this snare, we would carry even the Demondim-sp.a.w.n on our backs."

At once, Frostheart Grueburn approached Linden. Cabledarm drew Pahni away from Liand while Bluntfist scooped Bhapa into her arms.

"And you, Masters," the Ardent continued. "Will you allow a Giant to bear the Timewarden?"

Branl and Clyme nodded. With their permission, Cirrus Kindwind claimed Covenant. Although she had lost a forearm and hand to the skurj skurj, she did not need them to support him against the chest of her armor.

"Then gather about me," the Insequent instructed. To Galt, he said, "Bring the lady's son as nigh as you dare."

Stolidly Galt used the krill krill and his hold on Jeremiah's shoulder to press the boy closer to the Ardent. and his hold on Jeremiah's shoulder to press the boy closer to the Ardent.

Lifted from the floor, Linden settled into her familiar position sitting on Grueburn's arms. Quickly she confirmed that she still had Covenant's ring on its chain around her neck. Then she gripped her Staff hard in both hands.

At the same time, the Ardent unfurled wreaths and streamers of bright cloth and sent them wafting around the company. Soon a fluttering ribband had settled on Linden's shoulder and Grueburn's arm; on one shoulder or arm of each of her companions. Threatened by the krill krill, the croyel croyel did not resist as a fulvous band rested on its deformed head. Within moments, the Ardent had placed his fabric touch on everyone except Esmer and the Demondim-sp.a.w.n. did not resist as a fulvous band rested on its deformed head. Within moments, the Ardent had placed his fabric touch on everyone except Esmer and the Demondim-sp.a.w.n.

Abruptly the ur-viles and Waynhim resumed their barking. Their harsh clamor conveyed an urgency that Esmer did not deign to translate. The Waynhim scattered into the pa.s.sage that led to the palace of enchanted water. The ur-viles made gestures that could have meant anything.

They offer guidance- They may not have grasped the extent of the Ardent's powers.

-but they cannot save you.

The pulse of the bane's approach was growing stronger.

Across the small gap between Stonemage and Cabledarm, Liand and Pahni held hands. Squirming against Kindwind's cataphract, Covenant tried to find a position that did not gall his burns. Then he gave up. With his teeth clenched, he hugged his hands against his chest.

"No," Anele moaned, "no. Better the Worm. It merely feeds. It does not hate." His broken mind was trapped among images that appalled him.

The Ardent adjusted his plump features into lines of resolve. "Farewell, mere mere-son," he lisped to Esmer. "I wish you joy of your many betrayals. We will not abide to witness their outcome."

Tightening the touch of his ribbands, he began to whisper incantations in a language as incomprehensible as the guttural speech of the Demondim-sp.a.w.n.

The insistence of the ur-viles became a feral snarling.

Esmer did not move to intervene. Instead he gave the Insequent a look of such scorn that Linden winced.

Esmer knew something that the Ardent did not. The ur-viles and Waynhim knew it.

The Ardent closed his eyes, apparently seeking to shut out distractions. He chanted more loudly. The strips of his apparel clenched and loosened to the rhythm of his spell. Other bands-garish garnet, stark fuligin, an azure as luminous as open skies-flurried around him as though he sought to silence the urgency of the ur-viles.

Esmer said nothing.

The Ardent's voice rose. His chanting began to vacillate between commanding tones and febrile supplications. Fresh sweat beaded on his forehead, his cheeks. He spat words like gibberish in a spray of saliva and imprecation.

"Here it comes," Covenant rasped softly.

The subliminal thud of malice drew closer. It punctuated the Ardent's rising desperation.

Then his eyes burst open. An expression of utter chagrin stretched his countenance. "You!" he gasped at Esmer.

Cail's son lifted his shoulders: a shrug of disdain. "The conjoined powers of the Insequent have made you mighty, but they have not altered the nature of your knowledge. The theurgies by which you bypa.s.s distances are a wan mimicry of wild magic." His scorn sounded like despair. "They are impotent in my presence."

He had promised more betrayals. They will be revealed when they are needed They will be revealed when they are needed.

Roger had said of him, He changes his mind too often He changes his mind too often. There's always a flaw somewhere There's always a flaw somewhere . This time, there was none. . This time, there was none.

Because of him, Linden's company was caught in the Lost Deep.

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Here it comes.

Stupefied by shock, Linden gaped at Covenant. They are impotent in my presence They are impotent in my presence. Her companions stared at Esmer in dismay. The consternation of the Giants was too great for protests or curses. Mahrtiir ground his teeth helplessly. Tears started in Pahni's eyes as she clutched Liand's urgent hand. In the nacre glow of the walls, Bhapa looked pallid and stricken, as if he were about to faint. But the eyes of the Humbled held vindication. From the first, they had opposed the decisions which had brought the company here.

Despite the threat of the krill krill, the croyel croyel grinned with all its teeth. Entirely possessed, Jeremiah looked as vacant as Covenant's home on Haven Farm. His slackness seemed to imply bonfires; conflagrations. grinned with all its teeth. Entirely possessed, Jeremiah looked as vacant as Covenant's home on Haven Farm. His slackness seemed to imply bonfires; conflagrations.

She Who Must Not Be Named was rising from the abyss. Linden had sensed that dire evil. Against Her ire, only white gold may hope for efficacy Against Her ire, only white gold may hope for efficacy. Nevertheless her attention was fixed on Covenant. She could not look away.

Here it comes-?

In the appalled silence, she asked, "Did you know about this?" Her voice was little more than a hoa.r.s.e whisper. "Why didn't you warn us?"

Covenant shook his head. "I guessed." Residual excruciation sawed in his tone. His eyes searched the walls as though they were all that remained of his memories; as though he sought salvation in recollections which eluded him. "He promised more treachery. I a.s.sumed he was hiding something."

"If you desire to flee your doom," said Esmer sternly, "you must cross the Hazard and discover some pa.s.sage upward. Here you must perish. There is no escape from the Lost Deep.

"Behold!" He indicated the ur-viles with a dismissive flip of his hand. "Even now, they implore you to follow them."

"The mere mere-son speaks sooth." The Ardent trembled, antic.i.p.ating terror. "I am defeated, blocked from use and name and life. This, too, is added to the sum of my failures. The knowledge and purposes of the Insequent are made naught by the mere mere-son's presence. I am an empty vessel awaiting only the fulfillment of death."

"Linden Giantfriend!" Coldspray demanded. Her fists clenched combatively. "What is your will?"

"Chosen," Stave urged before Linden could find her voice. "We must make the attempt. If we do not, we grant to Corruption a triumph which he has not yet won."

With an effort of will that seemed to tear her heart, Linden wrenched her gaze away from Covenant. Instinctively, however, she avoided Stave's steady stare and Coldspray's tension. Instead she looked at Mahrtiir as if only his blindness could counsel her.

Attempts must be made, even when there can be no hope. The Manethrall had told her that. And betimes some wonder is wrought to redeem us And betimes some wonder is wrought to redeem us.

Even the loss of his eyes had not destroyed his spirit.

Against innumerable obstacles, Linden had found her son. Now she needed to save him. Somehow.

She was breaking; drowning in defeats. She felt it. But she also knew that Mahrtiir was right. Long ago, Covenant had taught her the same lesson.

Braced in Frostheart Grueburn's arms, she drew more light and health-sense from the Staff. Then she forced herself to meet the Ironhand's gaze.

"Run," she breathed. "I trust the ur-viles. I trust the Waynhim. They want to lead us. Let's go."

Her company had to get past the Hazard before She Who Must Not Be Named rose high enough to strike-and the portal of the Lost Deep was a considerable distance away.

Without hesitation, Rime Coldspray shouted, "Swordmainnir!" and at once, Latebirth wheeled to carry Mahrtiir into the pa.s.sage taken by the Waynhim. Onyx Stonemage followed immediately with Liand. Goaded by dread, the Ardent went next, supporting himself in a flurry of cloth that filled the corridor because he could not run fast enough. Grueburn crowded close behind the Insequent: Stave trotted at Linden's side. Carrying Covenant, Cirrus Kindwind hurried after Grueburn, guarded by Clyme and Branl. As Linden was rushed into the tunnel, she felt the other Giants gather with their burdens. At the rear of the company, Galt pushed Jeremiah and the croyel croyel into motion. Coldspray stayed with them to ensure that they did not lag-and that Galt did not lose control of Jeremiah's possessor. into motion. Coldspray stayed with them to ensure that they did not lag-and that Galt did not lose control of Jeremiah's possessor.

Among them all dashed the ur-viles, barking encouragement or warnings. Without apparent effort, Esmer kept pace with the Ardent and Grueburn.

Linden wanted her son near her; but she understood why Galt and Coldspray came last. The croyel croyel was not powerless: it was only afraid. If it decided to risk an attack, its place at the rear would limit its ability to hurt the rest of the company. was not powerless: it was only afraid. If it decided to risk an attack, its place at the rear would limit its ability to hurt the rest of the company.

The Giants ran with giddy speed. The flawless pa.s.sage was a moonstone blur. Staring forward, Linden concentrated on the Staff and percipience; extended Earthpower like sunlight to enclose all of her companions. They needed health-sense as badly as she did.

The ur-viles flinched at the Staff's strength. A few raced ahead: others dropped back. Law was inherently inimical to them. But they had demonstrated time and again that they could withstand its effects, at least briefly. Linden counted on that. She was not confident that she or any of her friends would be able to resist the seductions of the palace without fire and Law.

The bane's advance had become a visceral pounding. Its pulse thudded in Linden's bones. She half expected to feel the walls of the pa.s.sage shake. But the roused evil's force was not physical: not yet. It was a drumbeat in the spirit rather than the substance of the stone. Without percipience, she might not have sensed it at all.

As if from a great distance, she heard Covenant mutter, "h.e.l.lfire! This is going to be close. We have to hurry hurry."

The Giants were already running hard. The harsh strain of Grueburn's breathing rasped in Linden's ears. She could not imagine how Stave kept up with her. Galt and the Ironhand were falling behind with Jeremiah and the croyel croyel. Yet Esmer matched the haste of the Swordmainnir easily.

Ahead of Linden, Latebirth and then Stonemage burst through curtains of ensorcelled water into the intricate wonders of the palace. On one of the crystal stairways, the two Giants were joined by the Waynhim, less than a dozen of the grey creatures: all that survived of their kind. As the Ardent and a number of the ur-viles entered the chamber, the Waynhim scampered downward, urging Linden's companions to follow.

An instant later, Grueburn rushed past the curtains; and Linden felt a jolt along her nerves, as if she had been plunged into the frigid waters of Glimmermere. She was exerting far more Earthpower than Liand had summoned earlier: her fire should have sufficed to shed any confusion. But the magicks which sustained the palace were obdurate and enduring. For a moment, her concentration faltered, and the effects of the Viles' eerie lore nearly caught her. Rugs as sumptuous as tapestries. Immaculate marble. The fountain and chandeliers-the mosaics-Then she tightened her grip on herself; on the Staff. While Grueburn took the stairs four at a time, Linden strove against achievements that surpa.s.sed her comprehension.

Kindwind descended the stairs almost on Grueburn's heels. Ahead of Linden, Latebirth was halfway to the egress from the palace. Behind Kindwind, Branl, and Clyme, Giants and ur-viles ran downward in a clamor of heavy feet and a scatter of lighter bodies. Lit by braziers of water and flame, Halewhole Bluntfist bore Bhapa between the curtains. They appeared to be the last- The Ironhand, Jeremiah, and Galt had dropped so far back that Linden could barely descry them.

"Wait," she panted to Grueburn. "Wait. We're too far ahead. I can't protect them."

If Galt and Coldspray lost their way, the croyel croyel might break free. The might break free. The krill krill's force was not Earthpower: it would not anchor the senses of the Master and the Ironhand. The croyel croyel was strong enough to kill them both if Galt's threat slipped. was strong enough to kill them both if Galt's threat slipped.

In response, a few ur-viles turned back, yelling as they raced up the stairs.

"Be rea.s.sured, Wildwielder." Esmer visibly loathed the contradiction which required him to translate for the Demondim-sp.a.w.n. "The ur-viles will ward the Haruchai Haruchai and your son, and also the Giant. The and your son, and also the Giant. The croyel croyel will not elude the will not elude the krill krill."

"Let them take care of it, Linden," urged Covenant. "We'll all be safer when we get past this place. You won't have to work so hard to keep us from drifting."

Linden had said that she trusted the ur-viles-Surely those creatures knew how to counter the theurgies of their makers' makers? Surely they retained enough of that imponderable lore? Biting her lip, she forced herself to leave Jeremiah's fate in the hands of the Demondim-sp.a.w.n.

Grueburn and Kindwind ran after the Ardent, Latebirth, and Stonemage as if they were still pursuing Longwrath.

They seemed to cross the rich floor in an undifferentiated swirl of glances and imagery. Lights and jewels wheeled like a catastrophe of stars. The palace had appeared vast when Linden had wandered among its amazements earlier; but the speed of the Swordmainnir made it as transient as a mirage. Half obscured by the Ardent's apparel, Latebirth and Onyx Stonemage disappeared into the corridor ahead. Bluntfist pounded down the last stairs to the beat of the bane's hunger. Gradually Linden lost her awareness of Jeremiah altogether. She could not discern the ur-viles that had hastened to preserve him.

A moment later, Grueburn carried her into the next pa.s.sage. Marble and mosaics disappeared suddenly, completely, as if they had been cut out of existence with a knife.

A storm of incipient hysteria pressed against Linden's self-command; her concentration on Earthpower. She was leaving her son behind She was leaving her son behind-She did not trust anyone or anything enough to relieve her instinctive alarm.

Ahead of her, the Manethrall sat, watchful and ready, on Latebirth's arms as the Swordmain followed the Waynhim. Energized by the vitality of the Staff, Liand grew palpably stronger, shedding the aftereffects of his wounds while Stonemage ran. The Ardent deployed his ribbands in a frenzy like the fever of his timorous heart. Covenant seemed to be failing. Bit by bit, the hurt of his burns gnawed at his self-command. Nevertheless he clung grimly to his present.

Like Stave, Clyme and Branl looked impervious to any doom. At Linden's side, Esmer radiated a chaos of conflicting pa.s.sions: anger and disdain, antic.i.p.ation and abhorrence; a chagrin as immedicable as his wounds.

Behind them, Anele's head jerked anxiously from side to side. His whole body emitted a sharp gibber of fright. But he did nothing to hinder Galesend's steps.

Pahni's aura was a vivid ache of concern for Liand. Yet her Ramen discipline held. And Bhapa had regained his determination to face any peril for Linden's sake, and for Mahrtiir's. In spite of his naked apprehension, he sat leaning forward on Bluntfist's forearms as if he were prepared to fling himself bodily into the chasm of the Hazard; the maw of the bane.

For Linden, this tunnel pa.s.sed like the previous one: a torrent of pearlescence and panic and Earthpower; curses and dread. By the simple lore of long strides and haste, the Giants foreshortened the distance.

Grueburn carried Linden into the next chamber before Linden realized that Latebirth, Stonemage, and the Ardent had reached the immaculate hall which contained the jut of rock like a misshapen throne.

In the center of the floor, jagged stone gaped like fangs at the ceiling. Even now, the maimed seat seemed indefinably abominable, as if here the Viles had sculpted an image or replica of something far more bitter and brutal.

Linden had reached the limit of her endurance: she could not abide her separation from her son; her bone-deep conviction that she was abandoning him. "Stop!" she called to the Giants. "I can't go on like this. I need to wait for Jeremiah!"

Already Cirrus Kindwind had brought Covenant into the chamber. Galesend, Cabledarm, and Bluntfist were close behind her. But Jeremiah remained beyond the reach of Linden's senses.

"Lady, we must have haste!" Words frothed on the Ardent's lips. "If any hope remains to us, it lies beyond the Hazard. Within the Lost Deep, we may be hunted and devoured at leisure. We must pa.s.s the abysm!"

Ur-viles and Waynhim shouted like dogs or crows; but Linden did not know how to heed them.

"And if She rises between us?" she retorted. "If we're on one side of the Hazard, and Jeremiah is on the other? I won't do it! We have to stay together. Everything we've done is wasted if we don't stay together."

Before the Ardent could protest, Mahrtiir put in, "I stand with the Ringthane, Giants, as I have done from the first. Also we have cause to consider that there may be no salvation for the Land if we do not redeem her son."

"If you fear to remain among us, Insequent," Stave added without inflection, "depart. I stand with the Chosen as well. And I deem that the Swordmainnir will not consent to abandon any member of their company."

"Aye," Frostheart Grueburn panted. "We are Giants, are we not? Having joined our fate to that of our companions, we will endure or perish with them. Also," she added, "children are precious to us. We cannot gainsay Linden Giantfriend in this."

The other Swordmainnir nodded; but Clyme stated flatly, "We concur with the Ardent. To delay here invites calamity. If the Land can be redeemed, its salvation lies with the Unbeliever, not with Linden Avery's boy.

"In addition"-his tone sharpened-"we question whether Esmer's presence is potent to quench wild magic when white gold is held by its rightful wielder. Linden Avery," he commanded, "release the ring to the ur-Lord. Let us discover whether he is as powerless as this scion of merewives merewives wishes us to believe." wishes us to believe."

Oh, G.o.d. Clyme's order stung Linden to the heart. He might be right. The ring-In the wrong hands, it's still pretty strong. But it doesn't really come alive until the person it belongs to But it doesn't really come alive until the person it belongs to chooses chooses to use it to use it. Esmer's influence might not suffice to block the true white gold wielder.

Twisting in Grueburn's arms, Linden turned to Covenant. Days ago, unaware of Roger's glamour, she had declined to surrender the ring. In Andelain, struggling, she had sacrificed it to the Harrow. Now she did not hesitate. With one hand, she swept the chain over her head, extended Covenant's wedding band toward him.

"Here," she demanded; pleaded. "Take it. It's too dangerous for me. Even if Esmer weren't here, I couldn't save us."

Not from She Who Must Not Be Named.

Until that moment, Covenant had seemed preoccupied with pain, too hurt to react. Yet he heard her appeal. Meeting her gaze, he gave her a look of anguish, stricken and faltering, as if she had asked him to betray himself-or her. His hair resembled a silver conflagration, as if his thoughts burned with dismay.

Nevertheless he did not refuse. He may have believed that he was responsible for her plight; and he was not a man who shirked. Trembling, he reached out with his charred hands.

He would not be able to grip his ring, but he could cup it in his palms. Branl or Clyme would loop the chain around his neck.

Spitting spume like nausea, Esmer said, "You regard my treacheries too lightly." So swiftly that Linden hardly saw him move, he swept toward Covenant.

Branl and Clyme s.n.a.t.c.hed at Esmer: Stave tried to catch him. They were too late. Unhindered, Cail's son tapped the scar in the center of Covenant's forehead with one finger. Then he let the Humbled and Stave drag him back.