srdonaldson.thepowerthatpreserves-第23部分
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〃No。〃 She picked up her graveling pot and moved away from him。 〃Though it is no fault of theirs； my daughters make me craven。'' Without a backward glance； she left the High Lord alone in the lurid night。
Hugging his staff against his chest； he turned and faced once more the flawless green wrong of the Raver's Stone。 As his eyes met that baleful light； he straightened his shoulders； drew himself erect； so that he stood upright like a marker or witness to Revelstone's inviolate rock。
FIVE
Lomillialor
The weight of mortality which entombed Covenant seemed to press him deeper and deeper into the obdurate stuff of the ground。 He felt that he had given up breathing…that the rock and soil through which he sank sealed him off from all respiration…but the lack of air gave him no distress； he had no more need for the sweaty labor of breathing。 He was plunging irresistibly； motionlessly downward； like a man falling into his fate。
Around him； the black earth changed slowly to mist and cold。 It lost none of its solidity； none of its airless weight； but its substance altered； became by gradual increments a pitch…dark fog as massive and unanswerable as the pith of granite。 With it； the cold increased。 Cold and winter and mist wound about him like cerements。
He had no sense of duration； but at some point he became aware of a chill breeze in the mist。 It eased some of the pressure on him； loosened his cerements。 Then an abrupt rift appeared some distance away。 Through the gap； he saw a fathomless night sky； unredeemed by any stars。 And from the rift shone a slice of green light as cold and pelling as the crudest emerald。
The cloud rift rode the breeze until it crossed over him。 As it passed； he saw standing behind the heavy clouds a full moon livid with green force； an emerald orb radiating ill through the heavens。 The sick green light caught at him。 When the rift which exposed it blew by him and away into the distance； he felt himself respond。 The authority； the sovereignty； of the moon could not be denied： he began to flow volitionlessly through the mist in the wake of the rift。
But another force intervened。 For an instant； he thought he could smell the aroma of a tree's heart sap； and pieces of song touched him through the cold： be true 。 。 。 answer 。 。 。 soul's deep curse 。 。 。
He clung to them； and their potent appeal anchored him。 The darkness of the mist locked around him again； and he went sinking in the direction of the song。
Now the cold stiffened under him； so that he felt he was descending on a slab； with the breeze blowing over him。 He was too chilled to move； and only the sensation of air in his chest told him that he was breathing again。 His ribs and diaphragm worked； pumped air in and out of his lungs automatically。 Then he noticed another change in the mist。 The blank； wet； blowing night took on another dimension； an outer limit； it gave the impression that it clung privately to him； leaving the rest of the world in sunlight。 Despite the cloud； he could sense the possibility of brightness in the cold breeze beyond him。 And the frigid slab grew harder and harder under him； until he felt he was lying on a catafalque with a cairn of personal darkness piled over him。
The familiar song left him there。 For a time； he heard nothing but the hum of the breeze and the hoarse； lisping sound made by his breath as it labored past his swollen lip and gum。 He was freezing slowly； sinking into icy union with the stone under his back。 Then a voice near him panted； 〃By the Seven！ We have done it。〃
The speaker sounded spent with weariness and oddly echoless； forlorn。 Only the hum of the wind supported his claim to existence； without it； he might have been speaking alone in the unprehended ether between the stars。
A light voice full of glad relief answered； 〃Yes； my friend。 Your lore serves us well。 We have not striven in vain these three days。〃
〃My lore and your strength。 And the lomillialor of High Lord Mhoram。 But see him。 He is injured and ill。〃
〃Have I not told you that he also suffers？〃
The light voice sounded familiar to Covenant。 It brought the sunshine closer； contracted the mist until it was wholly within him； and he could feel cold brightness on his face。
〃You have told me；〃 said the forlorn man。 〃And I have told you that I should have killed him when he was within my grasp。 But all my acts go astray。 Behold…even now the Unbeliever es dying to my call。〃
The second speaker replied in a tone of gentle reproof； 〃My friend； you…''
But the first cut him off。 〃This is an ill…blown place。 We cannot help him here。〃
Covenant felt hands grip his shoulders。 He made an effort to open his eyes。 At first he could see nothing； the sunlight washed everything out of his sight。 But then something came between him and the sun。 In its shadow； he blinked at the blur which marred all his perceptions。
〃He awakens；〃 the first voice said。 〃Will he know me？〃
〃Perhaps not。 You are no longer young； my friend。〃
〃Better if he does not；〃 the man muttered。 〃He will believe that I seek to succeed where I once failed。 Such a man will understand retribution。〃
〃You wrong him。 I have known him more closely。 Do you not see the greatness of his need for mercy？〃
〃I see it。 And I also know him。 I have lived with Thomas Covenant in my ears for seven and forty years。 He receives mercy even now； whether or not he prehends it。〃
〃We have summoned him from his rightful world。 Do you call this mercy？〃
In a hard voice； the first speaker said； 〃I call it mercy。〃
After a moment； the second sighed。 〃Yes。 And we could not have chosen otherwise。 Without him； the Land dies。〃
〃Mercy？〃 Covenant croaked。 His mouth throbbed miserably。
〃Yes！〃 the man bending over him averred。 〃We give you a new chance to resist the ill which you have allowed upon the Land。〃
Gradually； Covenant saw that the man had the square face and broad shoulders of a Stonedownor。 His features were lost in shadow； but woven into the shoulders of his thick； fur…lined cloak was a curious pattern of crossed lightning…a pattern Covenant had seen somewhere before。 But he was still too bemused with fog and shock to trace the memory。
He tried to sit up。 The man helped him； braced him in that position。 For a moment； his gaze wandered。 He found that he was on a circular stone platform edged by a low wall。 He could see nothing but sky beyond the parapet。 The cold blue void held his eyes as if it were beckoning to him； it appealed to his emptiness。 He had to wrestle his gaze into focus on the Stonedownor。
From this angle； the sun illuminated the man's face。 With his gray…black hair and weathered cheeks； he appeared to be in his mid…sixties； but age was not his dominant feature。 His visage created a self…contradictory impression。 He had a hard； bitter mouth which had eaten sour bread for so long that it had forgotten the taste of sweetness； but his eyes were couched in fine lines of supplication； as if he had spent years looking skyward and begging the sun not to blind him。 He was a man who had been hurt and had not easily borne the cost。
As if the words had just penetrated through his haze； Covenant heard the man say； Should have killed him。 A man wearing a pattern of crossed lightning on his shoulders had once tried to kill Covenant…and had been prevented by Atiaran Trell…mate。 She had invoked the Oath of Peace。
〃Triock？〃 Covenant breathed hoarsely。 〃Triock？〃
The man did not flinch from Covenant's aching gaze。 〃I promised that we would meet again。〃
Hellfire； Covenant groaned to himself。 Hell and blood。 Triock had been in love with Lena daughter of Atiaran before Covenant had ever met her。
He struggled to get to his feet。 In the raw cold； his battered muscles could not raise him； he almost fainted at the exertion。 But Triock helped him； and someone else lifted him from behind。 He stood wavering； clinging helplessly to Triock's support； and looked out beyond the parapet。
The stone platform stood in empty air as if it were afloat in the sky； riding the hum of the breeze。 In the direction Covenant faced； he c
