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ting orders； and urged Mehryl into a brisk trot up the road。 toward the gate of Revelstone。 As he moved； the sunrise began to burn away the last dimness of his vision。 The great wrought wall of the Keep became visible； it shone in the new light with a vivid glory that made him feel at once both small and resolute。 In it； he caught a glimpse of the true depth of his willingness to sacrifice himself for the Land。 Now he could only hope that what he had to offer would be enough。
There was only one thing for which he could not forgive Covenant。 That was the Unbeliever's refusal to fight。
Then he topped the last rise； and found the Lords assembled before the gates； above the long； ranked massing of the Warward。
The sight of the Warward gave him a surge of pride。 This army was his…a tool of his own shaping； a weapon which he had sharpened himself and knew how to wield。 Each warrior stood in place in an Eoman； each Eoman held its position around the fluttering standard of its Eoward； and the thirty…eight Eoward spread out around the foot of Lord's Keep like a human mantle。 More than fifteen thousand metal breastplates caught the rising fire of the sun。
All the warriors were on foot except the Hafts and a third of the Warhafts。 These officers were mounted to bear the standards and the marching drums； and to carry messages and mands through the Warward。 Troy was acutely aware that the one thing his army lacked was some instantaneous means of munication。 Without such a resource； he felt more vulnerable than he liked to admit。 To make up for it； he had developed a network of riders who could shuttle from place to place in battle。 And he had trained his officers in plex codes of signals and flares and banners； so that under at least some circumstances messages could be municated by sight。 But he was not satisfied。 Thousands upon thousands of lives were in his hands。 As he gazed out over his mand； his tree limb seemed to be shaking in the wind。
He swung away from the Warward； and scanned the mounted gathering before the gates。 Only Trevor and Loerya were absent。 The Lords Amatin and Mhoram were there； with twenty Bloodguard； a handful of Hirebrands and Gravelingases； all the visiting Lorewardens； and First Haft Amorine。 Covenant sat
on a clingor saddle astride one of the Revelstone mustangs。 And at his side was the High Lord。 Myrha； her golden Ranyhyn mare； made her look more than ever like a concentrated heroine； a noble figure like that legended Queen for whom Berek had fought his great war。
She was leaning toward Covenant； listening to him with interest…almost with deference…in every line of her form。
The sight galled Troy。
His own feelings for the High Lord were confused： he could not fit them into any easy categories。 She was the Lord who had taught him the meaning of sight。 And as he had learned to see； she had taught him the Land； introduced him to it with such gentle delight that he always thought of her and the Land together； as if she herself summarized it。 When he came to understand the peril of the Land…when he began to search for a way to serve what he saw…she was the one who breathed life into his ideas。 She recognized the potential value of his tactical skill； put faith in it； she gave his voice the power of mand。 Because of her； he was now giving orders of great risk； and leading the Warward in a cause for which he would not be ashamed to die。
Yet Covenant appeared insensitive to her； immune to her。 He wore an aura of weary bitterness。 His beard darkened his whole face； as if to assert that he had not one jot or tittle of belief to his name。 He looked like an Unbeliever； an infidel。 And his presence seemed to demean the High Lord； sully her Landlike beauty。
Various sour thoughts crossed Troy's mind； but one was uppermost。 There was still something he had to say to Covenant…not because Covenant would or could profit from it； but because he； Troy； wanted to leave no doubt in Covenant's mind。
The Warmark waited until Elena had turned away to speak with Mhoram。 Then he pulled Mehryl up to Covenant's side。 Without preamble； he said bluntly； 〃There's something I've got to tell you before we leave。 I want you to know that I spoke against you to the Council。 I told them what you did to Trell's daughter。〃 Covenant cocked an eyebrow。 After a pause； he said； 〃And then you found out that they already knew all about it。〃
〃Yes。〃 For an instant； he wondered how Covenant had known this。 Then he went on： 〃So I demanded to know why they put up with you。 I told them they can't afford to waste their time and strength rehabilitating people like you when they've got Foul to worry about。〃
〃What did they say？〃。
〃They made excuses for you。 They told me that not all crimes are mitted by evil people。 They told me that sometimes a good man does ill because of the pain in his soul。 Like Trell。 And Mhoram told me that the blade of your Unbelief cuts both ways。〃
〃And that surprises you？〃
〃Yes！ I told them…〃
〃You should have expected it。 Or what did you think this Oath of Peace is about？ It's a mitment to the forgiving of lepers…of Kevin and Trell。 As if forgiveness weren't the one thing no leper or criminal either could ever have any use for。〃
Troy stared into Covenant's gray； gaunt face。 Covenant's tone confused him。 The words seemed to be bitter； even cynical； but behind them was a timbre of pain； a hint of self…judgment； which he had not expected to hear。 Once again； he was torn between anger at the folly of the Unbeliever's stubbornness and amazement at the extent of Covenant's injury。 An obscure shame made him feel that he should apologize。 But he could not force himself to go that far。 Instead； he gave a relenting sigh； and said； 〃Mhoram also suggested that I should be patient with you。 Patience。 I wish I had some。 But the fact is…〃
〃I know；〃 Covenant murmured。 〃The fact is that you're starting to find out just how terrible all this responsibility is。 Let me know when you start to feel like a failure。 We'll miserate together。〃
That stung Troy。 〃I'm not going to fail！〃 he snapped。
Covenant grimaced ambiguously。 〃Then let me know when you succeed； and I'll congratulate you。〃
With an effort； Troy swallowed his anger。 He was in no mood to be tolerant of Covenant； but for his own sakeand Elena's…rather than for the Unbeliever's； he said； 〃Covenant； I really don't understand =： what your trouble is。 But if there's ever anything I can __ do for you； I'll do it。〃
Covenant did not meet his gaze。 Self…sarcastically； the Unbeliever muttered； 〃I'll probably need it。〃
Troy shrugged。 He leaned his weight to send x Mehryl toward First Haft Amorine。 But then he saw Hearthrall Tohrm striding briskly toward them from the gate of the Keep。 He held Mehryl back； and f waited for the Gravelingas。
When Tohrm stepped between their mounts； he saluted them both； then turned to Covenant。 The usual playfulness of his expression was cloaked in sobriety as he said； 〃Ur…Lord； may I speak？〃
Covenant glowered at him from under his eyebrows； but did not refuse。
After a brief pause； Tohrm said； 〃You will soon depart from Revelstone； and it may be that yet another forty years will pass before you return again。 Perhaps I will live forty years more…but the chance is uncertain。 And I am still in your debt。 Ur…Lord Covenant； may I give you a gift？〃
Reaching into his robe； he pulled out and held up a smooth； lopsided stone no larger than his palm。 Its appearance struck the Warmark。 It gave the impression of being transparent； but he could not see through it； it seemed to open into unglimpsed depths like a hole in the visible fabric of Tohrm's hand and the air and the ground。
Startled； Covenant asked； 〃What is it？〃
〃It is orcrest； a rare piece of the One Rock which is the heart of the Earth。 The Earthpower is abundant in it； and it may serve you in many ways。 Will you accept it？〃
Covenant stared at the orcrest as if there were something cruel in Tohrm's offer。 〃I don't want it。〃
〃I do not offer it for any want；〃 said Tohrm。 〃You have the white gold； and need no gifts of mine。 No； I offer it out of respect for my old friend Birinair； whom you released from the fire which consumed him。 I offer it in gratitude for a brave deed。〃
〃Brave？〃 Covenant muttered thickly。 〃I didn't do it for him。 Don't you know that？〃
〃The deed was done by your hand。 No one in the Land could do such a thing。 Will you accept it？〃
Slowly； Covenant reached out and took the stone。 As his left hand closed around it； it changed color； took on an argent gleam from his wedding ring。 Seeing this； he quickly shoved it into the pocket of his pants。 Then he cleared his throat； and said； 〃If I ever…if I ever get a chance…I'll give it back to you。〃
Tohrm grinned。 〃Courtesy is like a drink at a mountain stream。 Ur…Lord； it is in my heart that behind the thunder of your brow you are a strangely courteous man。〃
〃Now you're making fun of me；〃 Covenant replied glumly。
The Hearthrall laughed at this as if it were a high jest。 With a sprightly step； he moved away to reenter the Keep。
Warmark Troy frowned。 Everyone in Revelstone seemed to see something in Covenant that he himself could not perceive。 To escape that thought； he sent M
