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　Hugging　his　bruised　chest；　Covenant　moved　over　to　sit　with　his　back　against　the　wall。　The　pain　made　him　cough　thickly。　Troy　stood　nearby；　tight…upped　and　intense。　But　Bannor　appeared　pletely　unruffled；　nothing　surprised　his　prehensive　dispassion。
　〃Jesus！　Covenant；〃　Troy　said　at　last。　〃What　has　he　got　against　you？〃
　Covenant　waited　until　he　found　a　clear　space　between　coughs。　Then　he　answered；　〃I　raped　his　daughter。〃
　〃You're　joking！〃
　〃No。〃　He　kept　his　head　down；　but　he　was　avoiding　Bannor's　eyes　rather　than　Troy's。
　〃No　wonder　they　call　you　the　Unbeliever。〃　Troy　spoke　in　a　low　voice　to　keep　his　rage　under　control。　〃No　wonder　your　wife　divorced　you。　You　must　have　been　unsufferable。〃
　No！　Covenant　panted。　I　was　never　unfaithful　to　her。　Never。　But　he　did　not　raise　his　head；　made　no　effort　to　meet　the　injustice　of　Troy's　accusation。
　〃Damn　you；　Covenant。〃　Troy's　voice　was　soft；　fervid。　He　sounded　too　furious　to　shout。　As　if　he　could　no　longer　bear　the　sight　of　the　Unbeliever；　he　turned　on　his　heel　and　strode　away。　But　as　he　moved　he　could　no　longer　contain　his　rage。　〃Good　God！〃　he　yelled。　〃I　don't　know　why　you　don't　drop　him　in　some　dungeon　and　throw　away　the　key！　We've　got　enough　trouble　as　it　is！〃　Soon　he　was　out　of　view　down　one　of　the　halls；　but　his　voice　echoed　after　him　like　an　anathema。
　Sometime　later；　Covenant　climbed　to　his　feet；　hugging　the　pain　in　his　chest。　His　voice　was　weak　from　the　effort　of　speaking　around　his　hurt。　〃Bannor。〃
　〃Ur…Lord？〃
　〃Tell　the　High　Lord　about　this。　Tell　her　everything　about　Trell　and　meand　Troy。〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃And；　Bannor…〃
　The　Bloodguard　waited　impassively。
　〃I　wouldn't　do　it　again…attack　a　girl　like　that。　I　would　take　it　back　if　I　could。〃　He　said　it　as　if　it　were　a　promise　that　he　owed　Bannor　for　saving　his　life。
　But　Bannor　gave　no　sign　that　he　understood　or　cared　what　the　Unbeliever　was　saying。
　After　a　while；　Covenant　went　on；　〃Bannor；　you're　practically　the　only　person　around　here　who　hasn't　at　least　tried　to　forgive　me　for　anything。〃
　〃The　Bloodguard　do　not　forgive。〃
　〃I　know。　I　remember。　I　should　count　my　blessings〃　With　his　arms　wrapped　around　his　chest　to　hold　the　pieces　of　himself　together；　he　went　back　to　his　rooms。
　
　
　NINE：　GLIMMERMERE
　
　ANOTHER　evening　and　night　passed　without　any　word　or　sign　of　Lord　Foul's　army…no　glimmer　of　the　fire　warnings　which　the　Lords　had　prepared　across　the　Center　and　North　Plains；　no　returning　scouts；　no　omens。　Nevertheless　Covenant　felt　an　increase　in　the　tension　of　Revelstone；　as　the　suspense　mounted；　the　ambient　air　almost　audibly　quivered　with　strain；　and　Lord's　Keep　breathed　with　a　sharper　intake；　a　more　cautious　release。　Even　the　walls　of　his　room　expressed　a　mood　of　imminence。　So　he　spent　the　evening　on　his　balcony；　drinking　springwine　to　soothe　the　ache　in　his　chest；　and　watching　the　vague　shapes　of　the　twilight　as　if　they　were　incipient　armies；　rising　out　of　the　very　ground　to　thrust　bloodshed　upon　him。　After　a　few　flasks　of　the　fine；　clear　beverage；　he　began　to　feel　that　only　the　tactile　sensation　of　beard　under　his　fingertips　stood　between　him　and　actions　war　and　killing…which　he　could　not　stomach。
　When　he　slept　that　night；　he　had　dreams　of　bloodwounds　glutted　with　death　in　a　vindictive　and　profligate　expenditure　which　horrified　him　because　he　knew　so　vividly　that　only　a　few　drops　from　an　untended　scratch　were　enough；　there　was　no　need　or　use　for　this　hacking　and　slaughtering　of　flesh。　But　his　dreams　went　on；　agitating　his　sleep　until　at　last　he　threw　himself　out　of　bed　and　went　to　stand　on　his　balcony　in　the　dawn；　groaning　over　his　bruised　ribs。
　Wrapped　in　the　Keep's　suspense；　he　tried　to　pose　himself　to　continue　his　private　durance…waiting　in　mixed　anxiety　and　defiance　for　a　peremptory　summons　from　the　High　Lord。　He　did　not　expect　her　to　take　his　encounter　with　her　grandfather　calmly；　and　he　had　kept　to　his　rooms　since　the　previous　afternoon　so　that　she　would　know　where　to　find　him。　Still；　when　it　came；　the　knock　at　his　door　made　his　heart　jump。　His　fingers　and　toes　tingled…he　could　feel　his　pulse　in　them…and　he　found　himself　breathing　hard　again；　in　spite　of　the　pain　in　his　chest。　He　had　to　swallow　down　a　quick　sour　taste　before　he　could　master　his　voice　enough　to　answer　the　knock。
　The　door　opened；　and　Bannor　entered　the　room。　〃The　High　Lord　wishes　to　speak　with　you；〃　he　said　without　inflection。　〃Will　you　e？〃
　Yes；　Covenant　muttered　grimly　to　himself。　Of　course。　Do　I　have　a　choice？　Holding　his　chest　to　keep　himself　from　wincing；　he　strode　out　of　his　suite　and　down　the　hall。
　He　started　in　the　direction　of　the　Close。　He　expected　that　Elena　would　want　to　make　her　anger　at　him　public…to　make　him　writhe　before　the　assembled　disapproval　of　Revelstone。　He　could　have　avoided　Trell；　it　would　have　cost　him　nothing　more　than　one　instant　of　simple　trust　or　considerateness。　But　Bannor　soon　steered　him　into　other　corridors。　They　passed　through　a　small；　heavy　door　hidden　behind　a　curtain　in　one　of　the　meeting　halls；　and　went　down　a　long；　twisting　stairwell　into　a　deep　part　of　the　Keep　unfamiliar　to　Covenant。　The　stair　ended　in　a　series　of　passages　so　irregular　and　dim　that　they　confused　him　until　he　knew　nothing　about　where　he　was　except　that　he　was　deep　in　the　gut…rock　of　Revelstone…deeper　than　the　private　quarters　of　the　Lords。
　But　before　long　Bannor　halted；　facing　a　blank　wall　of　stone。　In　the　dim　light　of　one　torch；　he　spread　his　arms　to　the　wall　as　if　he　were　invoking　it；　and　spoke　three　words　in　a　language　that　came　awkwardly　to　his　tongue。　When　he　lowered　his　arms；　a　door　became　visible。　It　swung　inward；　admitting　the　Bloodguard　and　Covenant　to　a　high；　brilliant　cavern。
　The　makers　of　Revelstone　had　done　little　to　shape　or　work　this　spacious　cave。　They　had　given　it　a　smooth　floor；　but　had　left　untouched　the　raw　rough　stone　of　its　walls　and　ceiling；　and　they　had　not　altered　the　huge　rude　columns　which　stood　thickly　through　it　like　massive　tree　trunks；　reaching　up　from　the　floor　to　take　the　burden　of　the　ceiling　upon　their　shoulders。　However；　the　whole　cavern　was　lit　by　large　urns　of　graveling　placed　between　the　columns　so　that　all　the　surfaces　of　the　walls　and　columns　were　clearly　illumined。
　Displayed　on　these　surfaces　everywhere　were　works　of　art。　Paintings　and　tapestries　hung　on　the　walls；　large　sculptures　and　carvings　rested　on　stands　between　the　columns　and　urns；　smaller　pieces；　carvings　and　statuettes　and　stoneware　and　suru…pa…maerl　works；　sat　on　wooden　shelves　cunningly　attached　to　the　columns。
　In　his　fascination；　Covenant　forgot　why　he　had　been　brought　here。　He　began　moving　around　the　hall；　looking　avidly。　The　smaller　works　caught　his　attention　first。　Many　of　them　appeared　in　some　way　charged　with　action；　imminent　heat；　as　。if　they　had　been　captured　in　a　moment　of　incarnation；　but　the　differences　in　materials　and　emotions　were　enormous。　Where　an　oaken　figure　of　a　woman　cradling　a　baby　wept　protectively　over　the　griefs　and　hurts　of　children；　a　similar　granite　subject　radiated　confident　generative　power；　where　a　polished　Gildenlode　flame　seemed　to　yearn　upward；　a　suru　pa…maerl　blaze　expressed　fort　and　practical　warmth。　Studies　of　children　and　Ranyhyn　and　Giants　abounded；　but　scattered　among　them　were　darker　subjects　roynish　ur…viles；　strong；　simpleminded　Cavewights；　and　mad；　valorous　Kevin；　reft　of　judgment　and　foresight　but　not　courage　or　passion　by　sheer　despair。　There　was　little　copying　of　nature　among　them；　the　materials　used　were　not　congenial　to　mirroring　or　literalism。　Instead；　they　revealed　the　prehending　hearts　of　their　makers。　Covenant　was　entranced。
　Bannor　followed　him　as　he　moved　around　the　columns；　and　after　a　while　the　Bloodguard　said；　〃This　is　the　Hall　of　Gifts。　All　these　were　made　by　the　people　of　the　Land；　and　given　to　the　Lords。　Or　to　Revelstone。〃　He　gazed。　about　him　with　unmoved　eyes。　〃They　were　given　for　honor　or　love。　Or　to　be　seen。　But　the　Lords　do　not　desire　such　gifts。　They　say　that　no　one　can　possess　such　things。　The　treasure　es　from　the　Land；　and　belongs　to　the　Land。　So　all　gifts　given　to　the　Lords　are　placed　here；　so　that　any　who　wish　it　may　behold　them。〃
　Yet　Covenant　heard　something　deeper　in　Bannor's　voice。　Despite　its　monotone；　it　seemed　to