peace。 It is spoken of softly by the Bhrathair； and named in awe by the Elohim；； though they have never seen it。 Great Kelenbhrabanal dreams of it in his grave； and grim Sandgorgons writhe in voiceless nightmare at the touch of its name。 In his last days； High Lord Kevin yearned for it in vain。 It is the abyss and the peak of destiny。〃
Covenant sighed to himself。 He had feared that he would receive this kind of answer。 Now he would have to go further； push his question right to the edge of his dread。 In vexation and anxiety he rasped； 〃That's enough…spare me。 Just tell me how white gold…〃 For an instant he faltered。 But the memory
of Lena pelled him。 〃…how to use this bloody
ring。〃 Bearer；〃 Amok laughed； 〃ask the Sunbirth Sea or Melenkurion Skyweir。 Question the fires of Gorak Krembal； or the tinder heart of Garroting Deep。 All the Earth knows。 White gold is brought into use like any other power…through passion and mystery； the honest subterfuge of the heart。〃
〃Hellfire；〃 Covenant growled in an effort to disguise his relief。 He did not like to admit to himself how glad he was to remain ignorant on this subject。 But that ignorance was vital to his self…defense。 As long as he did not know how to use the wild magic； he could not be blamed for the fate of the Land。 In a secret and perfidious part of his heart； he had risked his question only because he trusted Amok to give him an unrevealing answer。 Now he felt like a liar。 Even his attempts at integrity were flawed。 But his relief was greater than his self…distaste。
That relief enabled him to change the subject； attempt a normal conversation with the High Lord。 He felt as awkward as a cripple； he had not conversed casually with another person since before the onset of his leprosy。 But Elena responded willingly； even gladly； she weled his attention。 Soon he no longer had to search for leading questions。
For some time； their talk floated on the ambience of Trothgard。 As they climbed westward through the hills and woodlands and moors； the autumn air grew crisper。 Birds roved the countryside in deft flits and soars。 The cheerful sunlight stretched as if it might burst at any moment into sparkles and gleams。 In it； the fall colors became dazzling。 And the riders began to see more animals…rabbits and squirrels； plump badgers； occasional foxes。 The whole atmosphere seemed to suit High Lord Elena。 Gradually； Covenant came to understand this aspect of Lordship。 Elena was at home in Trothgard。 The healing of Kurash Plenethor became her。
In the course of his questions； she avoided only one subject…her childhood experiences with the Ranyhyn。 Something about her young rides and initiations was
too private to be treated under the open sky。 But on other topics she replied without constraint。 She al… v lowed herself to be led into talk of her years in the Loresraat； of Revelwood and Trothgard； of Revelstone and Lordship and power。 He sensed that she was helping him； allowing him； cooperating； and he x was grateful。 In time； he no longer felt maimed during
the pauses in their conversation。
The next day passed similarly。 But the day after that； this unthreatened mood eluded him。 He lost his facility。 His tongue grew stiff with remembered loneliness； and his beard itched irritably； like a reminder of peril。 It's impossible； he thought。 None of this is happening to me。 Deliberately； driven by his illness； and by all the survival disciplines he had lost； he raised the question of High Lord Kevin。
〃I am fascinated by him；〃 she said； and the core of stillness in her voice sounded oddly like the calm in the eye of a storm。 〃He was the highest of all Berek Heartthew's great line…the Lord most full of dominion in all the Land's known or legended history。 His fidelity to the Land and the Earthpower knew neither taint nor flaw。 His friendship with the Giants was a matter for a fine song。 The Ranyhyn adored him； and the Bloodguard wove their Vow because of him。 If he had a fault； it was in excessive trust…yet how can E trust be counted for blame？ At the first； it was to his honor that the Despiser could gain Lordship from him…Lordship； and access to his heart。 Was not Fangthane witnessed and approved by the orcrest and lomillialor tests of truth？ Innocence is glorified by its vulnerability。
〃And he was not blind。 In the awful secret of his doubt； he refused the summons which would have taken him to his death in Treacher's Gorge。 In his heart…wrung foresight or prophecy； he made decisions which preserved the Land's future。 He prepared his Wards。 He provided for the survival of the Giants and the Ranyhyn and the Bloodguard。 He warned the people。 And then with his own hand he destroyed
〃Thomas Covenant； there are some who believe that the Ritual of Desecration expressed High Lord
Kevin's highest wisdom。 They are few； but eloquent。 The mon understanding holds that Kevin strove to achieve that paradox of purity through destruction and failed； for he and all the works of the Lords were undone； yet the Despiser endured。 But these few argue that the final despair or madness with which Kevin invoked the Ritual was a necessary sacrifice； a price to make possible ultimate victory。 They argue that his preparations and then the Ritual forcing both health and ill to begin their work anew…were enacted to provide us with Fangthane's defeat。 In this argument； Kevin foresaw the need which would pel the Despiser to summon white gold to the Land。〃
〃He must have been sicker than I thought；〃 Covenant muttered。 〃Or maybe he just liked desecrations。〃
〃Neither； I think；〃 she replied tartly； sternly。 〃He was a brave and worthy man driven to extremity。 Any mortal or unguarded heart may be brought to despair …for this reason we cling to the Oath of Peace。 And for this same reason High Lord Kevin fascinates me。 He avowed the Land； and defiled it…in the same breath affirmed and denounced。〃 Her voice rose on the inner wind of her emotion。 〃How great must have been his grief？ And how great his power had he only survived that last consuming moment…if； after beholding the Desecration； and hearing the Despiser's glee； he had lived to strike one more blow！
〃Thomas Covenant； I believe that there is immeasurable strength in the consummation of despair strength beyond all conceiving by an unholocausted soul。 I believe that if High Lord Kevin could speak from beyond the grave； he would utter a word which would unmarrow the very bones of Lord Foul's Despite。〃
〃That's madness！〃 Covenant gasped thickly。 Elena's gaze wavered on the edge of focus； and he could not bear to look at her。 〃Do you think that some existence after death is going to vindicate you after you've simply extirpated life from the Earth？ That was exactly Kevin's mistake。 I tell you； he is roasting in hell！〃
〃Perhaps；〃 she said softly。 To his surprise； the
storm implied in her voice was gone。 〃We will never possess such knowledge…and should not need it to live our lives。 But I find a danger in Lord Mhoram's belief that the Earth's Creator has chosen you to defend the Land。 It is in my heart that this does not account for you。
〃However； I have thought at times that perhaps our dead live in your world。 Perhaps High Lord Kevin now restlessly walks your Earth； searching a voice which may utter his word here。〃
Covenant groaned； Elena's suggestion dismayed him。 He heard the connection she drew between Kevin Landwaster and himself。 And the implications of that kinship made his heart totter as if it were assailed by potent gusts of foreboding。 As they rode onward； the new silence between them glistened like white eyes of fear。
This mood grew stronger through that day and the next。 The magnitude of the issues at stake numbed Covenant； he did not have the hands to juggle them。 He withdrew into silence as if it were a chrysalis； an armor for some special vulnerability or metamorphosis。 An obscure impulse like a memory of his former days with Atiaran prompted him to drop away from Elena's side and ride behind her。 At her back； he followed Amok into the upper reaches of Trothgard。
Then； on the sixth day； the thirteenth since he had left Revelstone； he came to himself again after a fashion。 Scowling thunderously； he raised his head； a