〃Step softly；〃 Elena cautioned。 〃Do not mock the Bloodguard。〃
Bannor did not acknowledge her concern。 He answered the Unbeliever inflexibly； 〃We do not forget。〃
〃I suppose not；〃 Covenant sighed。 〃What a hell of a way to live。〃 For a moment； he gazed away toward the mountain； looking for courage。 Then； with sudden harshness； he went on； 〃You knew Kevin when he made his Wards。 You knew him and you remember。 You were with him when he gave the First Ward to the Giants。 You were with him when he hid the Second in those bloody catabs under Mount Thunder。 How many times did you e here with him； Bannor？〃
The Bloodguard cocked one eyebrow fractionally。 〃High Lord Kevin made no sojourns to Rivenrock or Melenkurion Skyweir。〃
That answer rocked Covenant。 〃None？〃 His protest burst out before he could stop it。 〃Are you telling me you've never been here before？〃
〃We are the first Bloodguard to stand on Rivenrock；〃 Bannor replied flatly。
〃Then how…？ Wait。 Hold on。〃 Covenant stared dizzily； then hit his forehead with the heal of his hand。 〃Right。 If the Ward is some kind of natural phenomenon…like the Illearth Stone…if it isn't something he put here…Kevin wouldn't have to e here to know about it。 Loric or somebody could have told him。 Loric could have told anybody。〃
He took a deep breath to steady himself。 ‘But everybody who might have known about it died in the Desecration。 Except you。〃
Bannor blinked at Covenant as if his words had no meaning。
〃Listen to me； Bannor；〃 he went on。 〃A lot of things are finally starting to make sense。 You reacted strangely…when Amok turned up at Revelstone that first time。 You reacted strangely when he turned up at
Revelwood。 And you let the High Lord herself follow him into the mountains with just two Bloodguard to protect her。 Just two； Bannor！ And when we end up stuck here on this godforsaken rock； Morin has the actual gall to apologize for Amok。 Hellfire！ Bannor； you should have at least told the High Lord what you know about this Ward。 What kind of loyal do you think you are？〃
Elena cautioned Covenant again。 But her tone had changed； his thinking intrigued her。
〃We are the Bloodguard；〃 Bannor said。 〃You cannot raise doubt against us。 We do not know Amok's intent。〃
Covenant heard the slight stress which Bannor placed on the word know。 To his own surprise； he felt a sudden desire to take Bannor at his word； leave what the Bloodguard knew alone。 But he forced himself to ask； 〃Know； Bannor？ How can you not know？ You've trusted him too much for that。〃
Bannor countered as he had previously； 〃We do not trust him。 The High Lord chooses to follow him。 We do not ask for more。〃
〃The hell you don't。〃 His effort of self…pulsion made him brutal。 〃And stop giving me that blank look。 You people came to the Land； and you swore a Vow to protect Kevin。 You swore to preserve him or at least give your lives for him and the Lords and Revelstone until Time itself came to an end if not forever； or why are you bereft even of the simple decency of sleep？ But that poor desperate man outsmarted you。 He actively saved you when he destroyed himself and everything else he merely believed in。 So there you were； hanging from your Vow in empty space as if all the reasons in the world had suddenly disappeared。
〃And then！ Then you get a second chance to do your Vow right when the new Lords e along。 But what happens？ Amok turns up out of nowhere； and there's a war on against Foul himself…and what do you do？ You let this creation of Kevin's lead the High Lord away as if it were safe and she didn't have anything better to do。
〃Let me tell you something； Bannor。 Maybe you
don't positively know Amok。 You must have learned some kind of distrust from Kevin。 But you sure as。 hell understand what Amok is doing。 And you approve！〃 The abrupt ferocity of his own yell stopped him for an instant。 He felt shaken by the moral judgments he saw in Bannor。 Thickly； he continued； 〃Or why are you risking her for the sake of something created by the only man who has ever succeeded in casting doubt on your incorruptibility？〃
Without warning； Amok appeared。 The youth's arrival startled Covenant； but he took it as a sign that he was on the right track。 With a heavy sigh； he said； 〃Why in the name of your Vow or at least simple friendship didn't you tell the High Lord about Amok when he first showed up？〃
Bannor's gaze did not waver。 In his familiar； awkward； atonal inflection； he replied； 〃Ur…Lord； we have seen the Desecration。 We have seen the fruit of perilous lore。 Lore is not knowledge。 Lore is a weapon； a sword or spear。 The Bloodguard have no use for weapons。 Any knife may turn and wound the hand which wields it。 Yet the Lords desire lore。 They do work of value with it。 Therefore we do not resist it； though we do not touch it or serve it or save it。
〃High Lord Kevin made his Wards to preserve his lore…and to lessen the peril that his weapons might fall into unready hands。 This we approve。 We are the Bloodguard。 We do not speak of lore。 We speak only of what we know。〃
Covenant could not go on。 He felt that he had already multiplied his offenses against Bannor too much。 And he was moved by what Bannor said； despite the Bloodguard's flat tone。
But Elena had learned enough to pursue his reasoning。 Her voice was both quiet and authoritative as she said； 〃First Mark…Bannor…the Bloodguard must make a decision now。 Hear me。 I am Elena； High Lord by the choice of the Council。 This is a question of loyalty。 Will you serve dead Kevin's wisdom； or will you serve me？ In the past； you have served two causes； the dead and the living。 You have served both well。 But here you must choose。 In the Land's need； there
is no longer any middle way。 There will be blood and blame upon us all if we allow Corruption to prevail。〃
Slowly； Bannor turned toward the First Mark。 They regarded each other in silence for a long moment。 Then Morin faced the High Lord with a magisterial look in his eyes。 〃High Lord；〃 he said； 〃we do not know the name of the Seventh Ward's power。 We have heard many names…some false； others dead。 But one name we have heard only uttered in whispers by High Lord Kevin and his Council。
〃'That name is the Power of mand。〃
When Amok heard the name； he nodded until his hair seemed to dance with glee。
TWENTY…FOUR： Descent to Earthroot
COVENANT found that he was sweating。 Despite the chill breeze； his forehead was damp。 Moisture itched in his beard； and cold perspiration ran down his spine。 Morin's submission left him feeling curiously depleted。 For a moment； he looked up at the sun as if to ask it why it did not warm him。
Melenkurion's spires reached into the morning like fingers straining to bracket the sun。 Their glaciered tips caught the light brilliantly； the reflected dazzle made Covenant's eyes water。 The massive stone of the peaks intimidated him。 Blinking rapidly； he forced his gaze back to High Lord Elena。
Through his sun blindness； he seemed to see only her brown； blond…raddled hair。 The lighter tresses gleamed as if they were burnished。 But as he blinked； his vision cleared。 He made out her face。 She was vivid with smiles。 A new thrill of life lit her countenance with recovered hope。 She did not speak； but her lips formed the one word； Beloved。
Covenant felt that he had betrayed her。
Morin and Bannor stood almost shoulder to shoulder behind her。 Nothing in the alert poise of their balance； or in the relaxed readiness of their arms； expressed any surprise or regret at the decision they had made。 Yet Covenant knew they had fundamentally alerted the character of their service to the Lords。 He had exacted that from them。 He wished he could apologize in some way which would have meaning to the Bloodguard。
But there was nothing he could say to them。 They were too absolute to accept any gesture of contrition。 Their solitary munion with their Vow left him no way in which to approach them。 No apology was sufficient。
〃The Power of mand；〃 he breathed weakly。 〃Have mercy on me。〃 Unable to bear the sight of Elena's relieved； triumphant； grateful smile； or of Amok's grin； he turned away and walked wearily out across the plateau toward Rivenrock's edge as if his feet were try