Chapters (31)
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Title Page
- Part One - “to achieve the ruin of the Earth”
- Chapter 1. - The Burden of Too Much Time
- Chapter 2. - Unfinished Needs
- Chapter 3. - Bargaining with Fate
- Chapter 4. - After Unwisdom
- Chapter 5. - Preparations
- Chapter 6. - Seek Deep Stone
- Chapter 7. - Crossing the Hazard
- Chapter 8. - Caverns Ornate and Majestic
- Chapter 9. - Hastening Doom
- Chapter 10. - By Evil Means
- Chapter 11. - Private Carrion
- Chapter 12. - She Who Must Not
- Part Two - “Only the damned”
- Chapter 1. - Those Who Endure—
- Chapter 2. - Trying to Start Again
- Chapter 3. - —Whatever the Cost
- Chapter 4. - Attempts Must Be Made
- Chapter 5. - Inheritances
- Chapter 6. - Parting Company
- Chapter 7. - Implications of Trust
- Chapter 8. - The Amends of the Ranyhyn
- Chapter 9. - Great Need
- Chapter 10. - The Pure One and the High God
- Chapter 11. - Kurash Qwellinir
- Chapter 12. - Sold Souls
- Glossary
“Cords,” she heard Mahrtiir say, “this company requires water and sustenance. We have endured much without rest or aliment. Aliantha we must have, and also a stream to quench our thirst.”
At once, Bhapa moved to obey his Manethrall. Pahni lingered long enough to turn a glance of yearning and veiled alarm on Liand. Then she, too, obeyed Mahrtiir.
“Aye, Manethrall,” assented the Ironhand. “The Ramen are provident as well as courteous. For many reasons, we grieve those Giants whom the Land names the Unhomed. Among our sorrows is this, that their fate precluded us from hearing their tales of both the Ranyhyn and the Ramen.”
As the Cords jogged away in opposite directions, Mahrtiir replied to Coldspray, “Already the benisons of your presence have been many and inestimable. I do not doubt that they will continue. But the Ramen are a short-spoken people. And even among my kind, I am considered curt. I lack the gifts of speech to offer sufficient honor. Know, however, that where my mouth is empty my heart is full.”
The Ironhand and several of her comrades laughed in response. Chuckling, Kindwind replied, “You measure yourself unjustly, Manethrall. Were we uncertain that our path lies with Linden Giantfriend—which we are not—still would we gladly follow where a man who speaks as you do leads.”
All right, Linden told herself. You can do this. It’s the last thing you have to do. You might as well face it.
Sighing under the weight of her remaining burden, she raised her head and climbed slowly to her feet.
Covenant had closed his eyes. He gave the impression that he was asleep on his feet. However, Linden could still sense the turmoil in his mind. Tucked into the waist of his jeans, the krill throbbed intermittently with new heat. Guided by turiya, Joan may have been testing his vulnerability. Doubtless she and the Raver had become stronger when Linden had torn Covenant out of the Arch of Time. They would hurt or kill him if they were given the opportunity. For the present, however, they were content to probe and wait.