omise； his bargain with the Ranyhyn。 Hellfire） He felt he had done nothing to ready himself for an ordeal of caves。
Ahead of him； the High Lord followed Morin and Amok。 They adjusted themselves to her pace； and she moved as fast as she safely could on the narrow ledge。 Covenant was hard pressed to keep up with her。 Her speed increased his apprehension； it made him feel that the rift was spreading its jaws beside him。 He labored fearfully down the ledge。 It demanded all his concentration。
He had no way to measure duration or distance had nothing with which to judge time except the accumulation of his fear and strain and weariness…but gradually the character of the cavern's ceiling changed。 It spread out like a dome。 After a while； Elena's fire
lit only one small arc of the stone。 Around it； spectral shapes peopled the darkness。 Then the rough curve of rock within the Staff's light became gnarled and pitted； like the slow clenching of a frown on the cave's forehead。 And finally the frown gave way to stalactites。 Then the upper air bristled with crooked old shafts and spikes…poised spears and misdriven nails…pending lamias…slow； writhed excrescences of the mountain's inner sweat。 Some of these had fiat facets which reflected the Staff's fire in fragments； casting it like a chiaroscuro into the recessed groins of the cavern。 And others leaned toward the ledge as if they were straining ponderously to strike the heads of the human interlopers。
For some distance； the stalactites grew thicker； longer； more intricate； until they filled the dome of the cavern。 When Covenant mustered enough fortitude to look out over the crevice； he seemed to be gazing into a blue…lit； black； inverted forest…a packed stand of gnarled and ominous old trees with their roots in the ceiling。 They created the impression that it was possible； on the sole trail of the ledge； for him to lose his way。
The sensation excoriated his stumbling fear。 When Elena came abruptly to a stop； he almost hung his arms around her。
Beyond her in the Staffs velure light； he saw that a massive stalactite had angled downward and attached itself to the lip of the ledge。 The stalactite hit there as if it had been violently slammed into place。 Despite its ancientness； it seemed to quiver with the force of impact。 Only a strait passage remained between the stalactite and the wall。
Amok halted before this narrow gap。 He waited until his panions were close behind him。 Then； speaking over his shoulder in an almost reverential tone； he said； 〃Behold Damelon's Door…entryway to the Power of mand。 For this reason among others； none may approach the Power in my absence。 The knowledge of this unlocking is contained in none of High Lord Kevin's Wards。 And any who dare Damelon's Door without this unlocking will not find the
Power。 They will wander forever torn and pathless in the wilderness beyond。 Now hear me。 Pass swiftly through the entryway when it is opened。 It will not remain open long。〃
Elena nodded intently。 Behind her； Covenant braced himself on her shoulder with his right hand。 He had a sudden inchoate feeling that this was his last chance to turn back； to recant or undo the decisions which had brought him here。 But the chance…if it was a chance…passed as quickly as it had e。 Amok approached the Door。
With slow solemnity； the youth extended his right hand； touched the blank plane of the gap with his index finger。 In silence he held his finger at that point； level with his chest。
A fine yellow filigree network began to grow in the air。 Starting from Amok's fingertip； the delicate web of light spread outward in the plane of the gap。 Like a skein slowly crystallizing into visibility； it expanded until it filled the whole Door。
Amok manded； 〃e；〃 and stepped briskly through the web。
He did not break the delicate strands of light。 Rather； he disappeared as he touched them。 Covenant could see no trace of him on the ledge beyond the Door。
Morin followed Amok。 He； too； vanished as he came in contact with the yellow web。
Then the High Lord started forward。 Covenant stayed with her。 He kept his grip on her shoulder； he was afraid of being separated from her。 Boldly； she stepped into the gap。 He held her and followed。 When he touched the glistening network； he winced； but he felt no pain。 A swift tingling like an instant of ants passed over his flesh as he crossed the gap。 He could feel Bannor close behind him。
He found himself standing in a place different from the one he had expected。
As he looked around him； the web faded； vanished。 But the Staff of Law continued to burn。 Back through the gap； he could see the ledge and the stalactites and the chasm。 But no chasm existed on this side of Dame
Ion's Door。 Instead there stretched a wide stone floor in which stalactites and stalagmites stood like awkward colonnades； and a mottled ceiling hunched over the open spaces。 Hushed stillness filled the air； a moment passed before Covenant realized that he could no longer hear the low background rumble of Melenkurion Skyweir's river。
With an enpassing gesture； Amok said formally； 〃Behold the Audience Hall of Earthroot。 Here in ages long forgotten the sunless lake would rise in season to meet those who sought its waters。 Now； as the Earthpower fades from mortal knowledge； the Audience Hall is unwet。 Yet it retains a power of mazement； to foil those who are unready in heart and mind。 All who enter here without the proper unlocking of Damelon's Door will be forever lost to life and use and name。〃
Grinning； he turned to Elena。 〃High Lord； brighten the Staff for a moment。〃
She seemed to guess his intention。 She straightened as if she anticipated awe； eagerness seemed to gleam on her forehead。 Murmuring ritualistically； she struck the Staff's heel on the stone。 The Staff flared； and a burst of flame sprang toward the ceiling。
The result staggered Covenant。 The surge of flame sparked a reaction in all the stalactites and stalagmites。 They became instantly glittering and reflective。 Light ignited on every column； resonated； rang in dazzling peals back and forth across the cave。 It burned into his eyes from every side until he felt that。 he was caught on the clapper of an immense bell of light。 He tried to cover his eyes； but the clangor went on in his mind。 Gasping； searching blindly for support； he began to founder。
Then Elena silenced the Staff。 The clamoring light faded away； echoed into the distance like the aftermath of a clarion。 Covenant found that he was on his knees with his hands clamped over his ears。 Hesitantly； be looked up。 All the reflections were gone； the columns had returned to their former rough illuster。 As Elena helped him to his feet； he was muttering weakly； 〃By hell。 By hell。〃 Even her fond face； and the flat； unamazed countenances of the Bloodguard； could not
counteract his feeling that he no longer knew where he was。 And when Amok led the High Lord's party onward； Covenant kept stumbling as if he could not find his footing on the stone。
After they left the perilous cavern； time and distance passed confusedly for him。 His retinas retained a capering dazzle which disoriented him。 He could see that the High Lord and Amok descended a slope which spread out beyond the range of the Staffs light like a protracted shore； a colonnaded beach left dry by the recession of a subterreanean sea。 But his feet could not follow their path。 His eyes told him that Amok led them directly down the slope； but his sense of balance registered alterations in direction； changes in the pitch and angle of descent。 Whenever he closed his eyes； he lost all impression of straightness； he reeled on the uneven surface of a crooked trail。
He did not know where or how far he had traveled when Elena stopped for a brief meal。 He did not know how long the halt lasted； or what distance he walked when it was over。 All his senses were out of joint。 When the High Lord halted again； and told him to rest； he sank down against a stalagmite and went to sleep without question。
In dreams he wandered like one of the lore who had improvidently braved Damelon's Door in search of Earthroot…he could hear shrill； stricken wails of loss as if he were crying for his panions；