Troy looked closely at Callindrill。 The wounded Lord looked wan and tired； and sweat glistened on his pale forehead； but he stood on his own； and wielded his staff firmly。 Troy saluted him； then climbed the scree on the other side to join Lord Mhoram。
When he reached Mhoram； he sat and watched while the haze moved and took shape。 It appeared to revolve slowly like a large wheel standing in the end of the Retreat。 Its circumference fitted just within the scree and stone； so that it effectively blocked the canyon floor； and it turned as if it were hanging on a pivot between Mhoram and Callindrill。 Beyond it； Troy could see only the empty Retreat…the raven cleaned bones of the ur…viles and wolves…and the lone Lord struggling up and down the sides of the canyon with his flame bobbing like a will…o'…the…wisp。
Soon； however； both Mhoram and Callindrill ended their exertions。 They planted their staffs like anchors in the edges of the haze； and leaned back to rest。 Lord Mhoram greeted Troy tiredly。
After a moment's hesitation； Troy nodded toward Verement。 〃What's he doing？〃
Mhoram closed his eyes； and said as if he were answering Troy； 〃We have made a Word of Warning。〃
While he was thinking of ways to rephrase his question； Troy asked； 〃What does it do？〃
〃It seals Doom's Retreat。〃
〃How will it work？ I can see it。 It won't take Fleshharrower by surprise。〃
〃Your sight is keen in some ways。 I cannot see the Word。〃
Awkwardly； Troy asked； 〃Is there anyone still out there…besides Verement？〃
〃No。 All the warriors have left。 The scouts have
been recalled。 None may pass this way now without encountering the Word。〃
〃So he's mitted himself…he's stuck out there。〃
〃Yes。〃 Mhoram bit at the word angrily。
Troy returned to his first question。 〃What does he hope to gain？ It's suicide。〃
Mhoram opened his eyes； and Troy felt the force of the Lord's gaze。 〃We will gain time；〃 Mhoram said。 〃You spoke of a need for time。〃 Then he sighed and looked away down the canyon。 〃And Lord Verement Shetra…mate will gain an end to anguish。〃
Numbly； Troy watched Verement。 The hawkish Lord did not look like a man in search of relief。 He threw himself up and down in the tumbled edges of the defile； kicked his way through the shale and the fleshless bones and the watchful silence of the ravens； as if he were possessed。 And he was exhausting himself。 Already his stride was unsteady； and he had fallen several times。 Yet he had covered less than a third of Doom's Retreat with the invisible skein of his fire。 But some power； some relentless coercion of will； kept him going。 Throughout the morning； he continued his weird progress along the canyon； stopping only at rare moments to accept water and treasureberries from Thomin。 By midmorning； he was half done。
Now； however； he could no longer keep up his pace。 He had to lean on Thomin as he stumbled up into the rocks and down again； and his staff's fire guttered and smoked。 A few ravens dropped out of their high nests and sailed around him as if to see how much longer he would endure。 But he went on； the force which blazed in him did not waver。
In the end； he was pelled to leave the last yards of the Retreat unwoven。 Thomin pointed out to him the rising dust of Fleshharrower's approach。 Shortly； the leading wave of yellow wolves came into view。 Lord Verement dropped his task； straightened his shoulders； he gave Thomin one final order。 Then he walked out of Doom's Retreat to meet the army of the Despiser。
The wide front of wolves rushed toward him； suddenly eager for prey。 But at the last they hesitated； halted。 The unflinching challenge of his stance threw them into confusion。 Though they snapped and snarled fiercely； they did not attack。 They encircled the two men； and ran howling around them while the rest of the army made its approach。
Fleshharrower's army marched out of the northeast until the dark line of it filled the horizon； and the tramping of its myriad feet shook the ground。 The Despiser's hordes seemed to cover the whole Plains； and their tremendous numbers dwarfed Lord Verement like an ocean。 When the Giant came forward； kicked his way through the wolves to confront the Lord and the Bloodguard； his size alone made the two men appear puny and insignificant。
But when the Giant was within ten yards of him； Verement made a forbidding gesture。 〃e no closer； moksha Raver！〃 he shouted hoarsely。 〃I know you； Jehannum Fleshharrower！ Go back！ Back to the evil which made you。 I deny you passage…I； Verement Shetra…mate； Lord of the Council of Revelstone！ You may not pass here！〃
Fleshharrower stopped。 〃Ah； a Lord；〃 he said； peering down at Verement as if the Lord were too tiny to be seen easily。 〃I am amazed。〃 His face was twisted； and his leer gave him an expression of acute pain； as if his flesh could not disguise the hurt of the rabid presence within it。 But his voice seemed to suck and cling in the air like quicksand。 It held only derision and lust as he continued； 〃Have you e to wele me to the slaughter of your army？ But of course you know it is too small to be called an army。 I have fought and followed you from Andelain； but do not think that you have outwitted me。 I know you seek to meet me in Doom's Retreat because your army is too weak to fight elsewhere。 Perhaps you have e to surrender…to join me。〃
〃You speak like a fool；〃 Verement barked。 〃No friend of the Land will ever surrender to you； or join you。 Admit the truth； and go。 Go； I say！ Melenkurion abatha！〃 Abruptly； he caught his staff in both hands and raised it over his head。 〃Duroa minas mill
khabaal！ With all the names of the Earthpower； I mand you！ There is no victory for the Despiser here！〃
As Verement shouted his Words； the Raver flinched。 To defend himself； he thrust his hand into his leather jerkin； snatched out a smooth green stone that filled his fist。 A lambent emerald flame played in its depths； and it steamed like boiling ice。 He clenched it； made it steam more viciously； and exclaimed； 〃Verement Shetra…mate； for a hundred leagues I have driven two Lords before me like ants！ Why do you believe that you can resist me now？〃
〃Because you have killed Shetra my wife！〃 the Lord cried in rage。 …〃Because I have been unworthy of her all my life！ Because I do not fear you； Raver！ I am free of all restraint！ No fear or love limits my strength！ I match you hate for hate； moksha Raver！ Melenkurion abatha！〃
His staff whirled about his head； and a livid blue bolt of power sprang from the wood at Fleshharrower。 Simultaneously； Thomin rushed forward with his fingers crooked like claws； threw himself at the Giant's throat。
Fleshharrower met the attack easily； disdainfully。 He caught Verement's bolt on his Stone and held it burning there like a censer。 Almost at once； the blue flame turned deep dazzling green； blazed up higher。 And with his other hand the Giant dealt Thomin a blow which sent him sprawling behind Verement。
Then Fleshharrower flung the fire back。
The Lord's fury never winced。 Swinging his staff； he jabbed its metal end like a lance into the gout of power。 Savage cracking noises came from the wood as it bucked and bent…but the staff held。 Verement shouted mighty words over the flame； pelled it to his will again。 Slowly the green burned blue on his staff。 When he had mastered it； he hurled it again at the Raver。
Fleshharrower began to laugh。 Verement's attack； multiplied by some of the Giant's own power； caught on the Stone as if the green rock were its wick。 There
it grew hungrily until the column of emerald fire reached high into the air。
Laughing； the Raver shot this fire toward Verement。 It splintered his staff； flash…burned the pieces to cinders； deluged him。 But then the flame bent itself to his form； gripped him； clung and crawled all over him like a corona。 His arms dropped； his head fell forward until his chin touched his chest； his eyes closed； he hung in the fire as if he had been nailed there。
Triumphantly； Fleshharrower cried； 〃Now； Verement Shetra…mate！ Where is your defiance now？〃 For a moment； his derision scaled upward； echoed off the cliffs。 Then he went on： 〃Defeated； I see。 But harken to me； puppet。 It may be that I will let you live。 Of course； t