srdonaldson.theillearthwar-第107节
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ring walls of forest。 The morning sun glittered and danced off the dark water into Covenant's eyes…but he stared at it without blinking； as if even the protective reflex of his eyelids were exhausted。
And after that； nothing interfered with his sightless vision。 The sodden food which Bannor offered to him he ate automatically； with his left hand concealed between his thighs。 Midday and afternoon passed unrecognized； and when evening came he remained crouched on his seat； clenching his ring against his chest as if to protect himself from some final stab of realization。
Then； as dusk thickened about him； he became aware of the music。 The air of the Deep was full of humming； of voiceless song…an eldritch melody which seemed to arise like passion from the faint throats of all the leaves。 It contrasted sharply with the distant； storming climacteric of Melenkurion Skyweir； the song of violence which beat and shivered out of Rivenrock。 Gradually； he raised his head to listen。 The Deep song had an inflection of sufferance； as if it were deliberately restraining a potent melodic rage； sparing him。
In the light of the orcrest； he saw that Bannor was guiding the boat toward a high； treeless hill which rose against the night sky close to the south bank。 The hill was desolate； bereft of life； as if its capacity to nourish even the hardiest plants had been irremediably scalded out of it。 Yet it seemed to be the source of the Deep's song。 The melody which wafted riverward from the hill sounded like a host of gratified furies。
He regarded the hill incuriously。 He had no strength left to care about such places。 All his waning sanity was focused on the sounds of battle from Melenkurion Skyweir…and on the grip which concealed his ring。 When Bannor secured the boat； and took hold of his right elbow to help him ashore； Covenant leaned on the Bloodguard and followed his guidance woodenly。
Bannor went to the barren hill。 Without question； Covenant began to struggle up it。
Despite his weariness； the hill impinged upon his awareness。 He could feel its deadness with his feet as if he were shambling up n corpse。 Yet it was eager death； its atmosphere was thick with the slaughter of enemies。 Its incarnate hatred made his joints ache as
he climbed it。 He began to sweat and tremble as if he were carrying the weight of an atrocity on his shoulders。
Then； near the hilltop； Bannor stopped him。 The Bloodguard lifted the orcrest。 In its light； Covenant saw the gibbet beyond the crest of the hill。 A Giant dangled from it。 And between him and the gibbet staring at him as if he were a concentrated nightmare …were people； people whom he knew。
Lord Mhoram stood there erect in his battle…grimed robe。 He clasped his staff in his left hand； and his lean face was taut with vision。 Behind him were Lord Callindrill and two Bloodguard。 The Lord had a dark look of failure in his soft eyes。 Quaan and Amorine were with him。 And on Mhoram's right； supported by the Lord's right hand； was Hile Troy。
Troy had lost his sunglasses and headband。 The eyeless skin of his skull was knotted as if he were straining to see。 He cocked his head； moved it from side to side to focus his hearing。 Covenant understood intuitively that Troy had lost his Land…born sight。
With these people was one man whom Covenant did not know。 He was the singer…a tall； white…haired man with glowing silver eyes； who hummed to himself as if he were dewing the ground with melody。 Covenant guessed without thinking that he was Caerroil Wildwood； the Forestal of Garroting Deep。
Something in the singer's gaze…something severe； yet oddly respectful…recalled the Unbeliever to himself。 At last he perceived the fear in the faces watching him。 He pushed himself away from Bannor's support； took the weight of all his burdens on his own shoulders。 For a moment； he met the trepidation before him with a glare so intense that it made his forehead throb。 But then； as he was about to speak； a fierce detonation from Rivenrock shook his bones； knocked him o balance。 When he reached toward Bannor； he exposed the shame of his ring。
Facing Mhoram and Troy as squarely as he could； he groaned； 〃She's lost。 I lost her。〃 But his face twisted； and the words came brokenly between his lips； like fragments of his heart。
His utterance seemed to pale the music； making the muffled clamor from Rivenrock louder。 He felt every blast of the battle like an internal blow。 But the deadness under his feet became more and more vivid to him。 And the gibbeted Giant hung before him with an immediacy he could not ignore。 He began to realize that he was facing people who had survived ordeals of their own。 He flinched； but did not fall； when their protests began…when Troy gave a strangled cry； 〃Lost？ Lost？〃 and Mhoram asked in a stricken voice； 〃What has happened？〃
Under the night sky on the lifeless hilltop…lit by the stars； and the twin gleams of Caerroil Wildwood's eyes； and the orcrest fire…Covenant stood braced on Bannor like a crippled witness against himself； and described in stumbling sentences High Lord Elena's plight。 He made no mention of the focus of her gaze； her consuming passion。 But he told all the rest…his bargain； Amok's end； the summoning of Kevin Landwaster； Elena's solitary fall。 When he was done； he was answered by an aghast silence that echoed in his ears like a denunciation。
〃I'm sorry；〃 he concluded into the stillness。 Forcing himself to drink the bitter dregs of his personal inefficacy； he added； 〃I loved her。 I would have saved her if I could。〃
〃Loved her？〃 Troy murmured。 〃Alone？〃 His voice was too disjointed to register the degree of his pain。
Lord Mhoram abruptly covered his eyes； bowed his head。
Quaan； Amorine； and Callindrill stood together as if they could not endure what they had heard alone。
Another blast from Rivenrock shivered the air。 It snatched Mhoram's head up； and he faced Covenant with tears streaming down his cheeks。 〃It is as I have said；〃 he breathed achingly。 〃Madness is not the only danger in dreams。〃
At this； Covenant's face twisted again。 But he had nothing more to say； even the release of assent was denied him。 However； Bannor seemed to hear something different in the Lord's tone。 As if to correct an
injustice； he went to Mhoram。 As he moved； he took from his pack Covenant's marrowmeld sculpture。
He handed the work to Mhoram。 〃The High Lord gave it to him as a gift。〃
Lord Mhoram gripped the bone sculpture tightly； and his eyes shone with sudden prehension。 He understood the bond between Elena and the Ranyhyn； he understood what the giving of such a gift to Covenant meant。 A gasp of weeping swept over his face。 But when it passed； it left his self…mastery intact。 His crooked lips took on their old humane angle。 When he turned to Covenant again； he said gently； 〃It is a precious gift。〃
Bannor's unexpected support； and Mhoram's gesture of conciliation； touched Covenant。 But he had no strength to spare for either of them。 His gaze was fixed on Hile Troy。
The Warmark winced eyelessly under repeated blows of realization； and within him a gale brewed。 He seemed to see Elena in his mind…remember her； taste her beauty； savor all the power of sight which she had taught him。 He seemed to see her useless； solitary end。 〃Lost？〃 he panted as his fury grew。 〃Lost？ Alone？〃
All at once； he erupted。 With a livid howl； he raged at Covenant； 〃Do you call that love？！ Leper！ Unbeliever！〃…he spat the words as if they were the most damning curses he knew…〃This is all just a game for you！ Mental tricks。 Excuses。 You're a leper！ A moral leper！ You're too selfish to love anyone but yourself。 You have the power for everything； and you won't use it。 You just turned your back on her when she needed you。 You…despicable…leper！ Leper！〃 He shouted with such force that the muscles of his neck corded。 The veins in his temples bulged and throbbed as if he were about to burst with execration。
Covenant felt the truth of the accusation。 His bargain exposed him to such charges； and Troy hit the heart of his vulnerability as if some prophetic insight guided his blindness。 Covenant's right hand twitched in a futile fending motion。 But his left clung to his chest as if to localize his shame in that one place。
When Troy paused to gather himself for another assault； Covenant said weakly； 〃Unbelief has got nothing to do with it。 She was my daughter。〃
〃What？！〃
〃My daughter。〃 Covenant pronounced it like an indictment。 〃I raped Trell's child。 Elena was his granddaughter。〃
〃Your daughter。〃 Troy was too stunned to shout。 Implications like glimpses of depravity rocked him。 He groaned as if Covenant's crimes were so multitudinous that he could not hold them all in his mind at one time。
Mhoram spoke to him carefully。 〃My friend…this is the knowledge which I have withheld from you。 The withholding gave you unintended pain。 Please pardon me。 The Council feared that this knowledge would cause you to abominate the Unbeliever。〃
〃Damn right；〃 Troy panted。 〃Damn right。〃
Suddenly； his accumulated passion burst into action。 Guided by a sure instinct； he reached out swiftly； snatched away Lord Mhoram's staff。 He spun once to gain momentum； and leveled a crushing blow with the staff a
