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〃Lord Callindrill called the rivers…earlier。 Satansfist turned the flood aside。 He…the Illearth Stone…〃 A new note of horror came into the weak voice which shuddered between Amatin's lips。 〃He resurrected the old death of Kurash Plenethor。 Blasted rock and blood and bones and burned earth rose up through the ground。 With old waste he walled Revelwood； and turned the water。 How is it possible？ Is Time broken？ With one stroke of the Stone centuries of healing are rent asunder。〃
Suddenly； Amatin stiffened in one shrill cry： 〃Callindrill！〃
The next instant； the lomillialor fell silent； the power dropped from it like a stricken bird。 Lord Amatin staggered； almost fell to her knees。 Mhoram caught her forearm to help her keep her feet。
In the abrupt silence； the courtyard felt as dead and cold as a tomb。 The atmosphere flocked with echoes of anguish like the noiseless beating of black wings。 Mhoram's knuckles where he gripped his staff were strained and white。
Then Amatin shuddered； took hold of herself。 The High Lord stepped back and made himself aware of the other people in the court。 He could feel their presences。 Quaan stood a few paces behind him； and several sentries were scattered around the rim of the shining floor。 A handful of spectators watched fearfully from the railed coigns in the walls of the cavity。 But the High Lord turned from them all to his left； where Corimini the Eldest of the Loresraat stood with Faer Callindrill…mate。 The Eldest held each of Faer's shoulders with an old wrinkled hand。 Tears glistened under his heavy eyelids； and his long white beard quivered in grief。 But Faer's bluff face was as blank and pale as bone sculpture。
〃Is he dead； then； High Lord？〃 she asked softly。
〃Death reaps the beauty of the world；〃 replied Mhoram。
〃He burned。〃
〃Satansfist is a Raver。 He hates all green growing things。 I was a fool to hope that Revelwood might be spared。〃
〃Burned；〃 she repeated。
〃Yes； Faer。〃 He could find no words adequate for the ache in his heart。 〃He fought to preserve Revelwood。〃
〃High Lord； there was doubt in him…here。〃 She pointed to her bosom。 〃He forgot himself。〃
Mhoram heard the truth in her voice。 But he could not let her bare statement pass。 〃Perhaps。 He did not forget the Land。〃
With a low moan； Lord Amatin turned and hastened painfully back to her chambers。 But Faer paid no attention to her。 Without meeting Mhoram's intent gaze； she asked； 〃Is it possible？〃
He had no answer for that question。 Instead； he replied as if she had repeated Asuraka's cry。 〃The Law of Death had been broken。 Who can say what is possible now？〃
〃Revelwood；〃 groaned Corimini。 His voice trembled with age and sorrow。 〃He died bravely。〃
〃He forgot himself。〃 Faer moved out of the Eldest's hands as if she had no use for his consolation。 Turning away from the High Lord； she walked stiffly back to her rooms。 After a moment； Corimini followed； blinking uselessly against his tears。
With an effort； Mhoram loosened his grip on his staff； flexed his clawed fingers。
Firmly； deliberately； he made his decision。
His lips were tight and hard as he faced Quaan。 〃Summon the Council；〃 he said as if he expected the Warmark to protest。 〃Invite the Lorewardens； and any of the rhadhamaerl and lillianrill who desire to e。 We can no longer delay。〃
Quaan did not mistake Mhoram's tone。 He saluted the High Lord crisply； and at once began shouting orders to the sentries。
Mhoram did not wait for the Warmark to finish。 Taking his staff in his right hand； he strode off the bright floor and down the hallway which separated the apartments of the Lords from the rest of Revelstone。 He nodded to the guards at the far end of the hall； but did not stop to answer their inquiring faces。 Everybody he encountered had felt the disturbance of Revelstone's ambience； and their eyes thronged with anxiety。 But he ignored them。 They would have their answers soon enough。 Sternly； he began to climb up through the levels of Lord's Keep toward the Close。
Haste mounted around him as word of Asuraka's message spread through the walls of the city。 The usual busyness of life which pulsed in the rock； concerting the rhythms of the Keep's inhabitants； gave way to an impression of focus； as if Revelstone itself were telling the people what had happened and how to respond。 In this same way； the mountain rock had helped to order the lives of its denizens for generations； centuries。
Deep in his aching heart； Mhoram knew that even this rock could e to an end。 In all the ages of its existence； it had never been besieged。 But Lord Foul was powerful enough now。 He could tear these massive walls down； reduce the Land's last bastion to rubble。 And he would begin the attempt soon。
This； at least； Callindrill had understood clearly。 The time had e for desperate hazards。 And the High Lord was full to bursting with the damage Satansfist had already done in his long march from Ridjeck Thome。 He had chosen his own risk。
He hoped to turn the breaking of the Law of Death to the Land's advantage。
He found himself hurrying； though he knew he would have to wait when he reached the Close。 The pressure of decision impelled him。 Yet when Trell hailed him from a side passage； he stopped at once； and turned to meet the approach of the big Gravelingas。 Trell Atiaran…mate had claims which Mhoram could neither deny nor evade。
Trell was traditionally dressed as a Stonedownor…over his light brown pants he wore a short tunic with his family symbol； a white leaf pattern； woven into its shoulders…and he had the broad； muscular frame which characterized the people of the rock villages； but the Stonedownors were usually short； and Trell was tall。 He created an impression of immense physical strength； which was only augmented by his great skill in the rhadhamaerl lore。
He approached the High Lord with his head lowered in an attitude of shyness； but Mhoram knew that it was not embarrassment which caused Trell to avoid meeting the eyes of other people。 Another explanation glowered behind the thick intensity of Trell's red and gray beard and the graveling ruddiness of his features。 Involuntarily； Mhoram shivered as if the wind of winter had found its way through Revelstone to his heart。
Like the other rhadhamaerl； Trell had given his whole life to the service of stone。 But he had lost his wife and daughter and granddaughter because of Thomas Covenant。 The simple sight of Covenant seven years ago had driven him to damage the rock of the Keep； he had gouged his fingers into the granite as if it were nothing more than stiff clay。
He avoided other people's eyes in an effort to conceal the conflicting hate and hurt which knotted themselves within him。
He usually kept to himself； immersing himself in the stone labors of the Keep。 But now he accosted the High Lord with an air of grim purpose。
He said； 〃You go to the Close； High Lord。〃 Despite the severity of his mien； his voice held an odd note of supplication。
〃Yes；〃 Mhoram answered。
〃Why？〃
' 'Trell Atiaran…mate； you know why。 You are not deaf to the Land's need。〃
Flatly； Trell said； 〃Do not。〃
Mhoram shook his head gently。 〃You know that I must make this attempt。〃
Trell pushed this statement aside with a jerk of his shoulders； and repeated； 〃Do not。〃
' Trell； I am High Lord of the Council of Revelstone。 I must do what I can。〃
〃You will denounce…you will denounce the fall of Elena my daughter's daughter。〃
〃Denounce？〃 Trell's assertion surprised the High Lord。 He cocked an eyebrow and waited for the Gravelingas to explain。
〃Yes！〃 Trell averred。 His voice sounded awkward； as if in the long； low； subterranean songs of his rhadhamaerl service he had lost his familiarity with human speech； and he looked as if he were resisting an impulse to shout。 ''Atiaran my wife said…she said that it is the responsibility of the living to justify the sacrifices of the dead。 Otherwise their deaths have no meaning。 You will undo the meaning Elena earned。 You must not… approve her death。〃
Mhoram heard the truth in Trell's words。 His decision might well
