Anele's tale filled her head. "I'm just thinking-"

She felt now that she had never before grasped the full atrocity of the Sunbane. Oh, she had experienced its horror in every nerve. Her knowledge was both personal and intimate. But she had not guessed what such devastation meant to the fading sentience of the trees. Or to Caer-Caveral, the last Forestal, who had lost more than he could bear.

It was no wonder, she thought, that he had given up his defense of Andelain for the sake of Hollian and her unborn child. He had known too much death, and needed to affirm life.

Suddenly Anele flung himself to his feet. Wailing, "Masters!" he began to scramble frantically up the raw sharp rocks.

Masters-? Stave Remembering forests and slaughter, Linden struggled upright in time to see top the rise which blocked her view of the South Plains.

He approached swiftly. Deepening shadows obscured his face. Even with her healthsense, she had never been able to read the emotions of the Haruchai.

Nevearth less her thin percipience was enough to let her feel the urgency of his stride.

Behind her, Anele rushed upward like a shout of fear.

"Linden Avery," Stave barked as he drew near, "this is folly." The timbre of his voice suggested anger, although its inflection did not. "Do you seek to flee? Then why are you not far from this place? While you linger, they have caught your scent." Instinctively, uselessly, Liand moved to interpose himself between Stave and Lin den. "It is you we flee, Master." Once again his innocence and resolve conveyed a dig nity that she could not match. "If we have erred, it is because we were granted opportunity to hear a tale which you have denied us."

Stave ignored him; seemed to slip past him without effort. "Abandon your supplies, Stonedownor," he ordered as he advanced on Linden.

"You must flee at once. The Cho sen will require your aid."

Then he stood before her.

"They have caught your scent," he repeated. "Already they have severed any retreat.

You must make haste."

Liand started after Stave as if he meant to leap on the Master's back. But then he seemed to hear something in Stave's tone that halted his attack. "'They'?" he panted.

"'They'?"

An instant later, he wheeled; rushed toward his packs and Somo.

Linden stared at Stave in blank shock. The mourning of the cliffs still gripped her: slain trees thronged in her mind. She could not grasp Your scent-?

"Have you forgotten your peril?" he demanded.

"Alone, I cannot withstand them.

Yet I will slay as many as I may. They will be hindered somewhat. Perhaps they will be daunted. Or perhaps you may gain some covert before they assail you"

"Linden!" Liand cried out to her. "Run! Do not delay for me!" Feverishly he threw bundles onto the pinto's back. "I will follow!"

"Stave?" she breathed dumbly. "What-?" "Linden Avery, you are hunted by kresh."

In his flat tone, the words sounded as deadly as Ravers.

Scion of Stone Had she heard of kresh in huge packs possessed by Ravers? Did she imagine tvM) the memory? Aboard Starfare's Gem she had seen a black swarm of rats driven by a Raver's malice. In a terrible storm, burning eels had come near to crippling the Search for the One Tree. But kresh-?

Had she ever heard of those great yellow wolves before Liand had mentioned them? The Stonedownor yelled, "Linden!"

Stave insisted inflexibly, "Linden Avery."

Her son needed her, and she had come to this.

The twilight of deep shade filled the cleft. Overhead the sun had passed into midafternoon, but the ragged cliffs rose too high to admit direct sunshine. Beyond them, the sky held an illimitable blue tinged to the verge of gloaming with purple and majesty. Its lambency was all that lit the rift.

Liand fumbled to secure Somo's burdens. "Stave!" he shouted. "How far?"

"Half a league," Stave answered as if Linden had asked the question, "no more." His hands touched her shoulders. "If you do not flee, you will perish here.

They will tear you asunder."

"Flee?" she countered. "What for?" Disoriented by images of ruin, she could hardly concentrate on the Master. "I mean, seriously. I can't outrun them. I can hardly w A It's been too long-"

She lifted Covenant's ring out of her shirt and closed it in her fist. "You cant protect us. You said so. Maybe I can." She had no idea how. "If I can't-" She shrugged'

"We weren't going to survive anyway." urged her.

His But Stave immediately wrapped one hand over her fist. "Do not," he hard eyes and the scar high on his left cheek seemed to call out to her r through the gloom. "Linden Avery, I forbid you. Old evils inhabit these mountains. You will rout them, or draw them down upon us. Better the threat of fangs and claws than some darker peril." into motion.

Finally Liand finished with Somo's packs. At once, he hauled the pinto half-dragging the beast up the slope.

Linden stared back at Stave, floundering within herself. Old evils-? She could not imagine what he meant; but he was Haruchai and commanded belief.

And she did not know how to summon wild magic. It arose according to laws or logic she had not yet learned to understand. Without percipience to guide her "Linden, come!" Liand cried as he labored upward.

"You do not know the ferocity of these kresh! They will devour us flesh and bone. We must find some shelter which we are able to defend."

"Then it's up to you." She faced Stave as squarely as she could. "I'm too weak."

For a brief moment, no more than a heartbeat, Stave appeared to hesitate. He may have realized that there was more at stake between them than simple frailty and flight. His people remembered her as the Chosen, the Sun-Sage; worthy of service. But he could not simultaneously aid her and recapture Anele. Every step upward would carry him farther away from the driving convictions of his people.

An instant later, however, he surged at Linden, swept her into his arms, and began to spring easily up the rocks.

His feet were bare, yet he crossed the sharp edges and splinters of the rubble as though mere stone had no power to hurt him. In a dozen strides, he caught up with Liand and Somo; passed them. When Linden glanced up the rift, she saw that he was gaining on Anele, in spite of the old man's frenetic haste.

An inestimable distance above Anele, the glow of the sky lit the place where the fallen rock met the rims of the cliffs. Those slopes might or might not provide a route onto the higher mountainsides: Linden was too far away to see them clearly.

Too far away to reach them at all.

Below her the wolves had not yet appeared. If they had gained the scree, or even the rift, they were still hidden by the rise behind which she had rested. How far was half a league? A stone's throw? For a Giant? More?

She should have known: she had traveled leagues by the hundreds during her earlier time in the Land. But she could not remember.

Anele's pace appeared too headlong and frantic to be sustained; but she did not fear for him. He has no friend but stone. He had endured for decades in and around these mountains. Even now he might well outlast her.

When she glanced down at Stave's feet, their swift certainty frightened her. If he tripped he would fall to the jagged stones atop her. To ease the strain of his task, she honked her arm over his neck. Then she watched behind her for the first glimpse of the kresh.

In his arms, she With ever mounted the slope as if she were moving backward through time. Haruchai carried her up f over broken pieces of song, fragments of lamentation.

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No wonder Anele was mad. Such music might have fractured anyone's mind.

Covenant's ring bounced on its chain outside her shirt.

It seemed to reproach her with its mystery and power.

Its true owner would have known how to use it; save his comrades. She had seen him in the apotheosis of the Banefire, mastering the source and fuel of the Sunbane even though his veins were full of Lord Foul's venom. In spite of his self-doubt, he had found within himself the passion and control to quench long generations of bloodshed.

But afterward he had foresworn power. He had refused to defend himself against Lord Foul.

In her dreams, he had told Linden to trust herself-and yet she did not believe that she could raise enough flame to hold back a pack of wolves. When minutes had passed, and the kresh did not appear, she caught Covenant's ring in her free hand and put it back under her shirt. He had left it to her, but she could not claim it as her own.

Liand tried to match Stave's pace, but could not. Somo slowed him. The beast was a mustang, bred to mountains; but the scree demanded great care.

Jostled in the cradle of the Haruchai's arms, Linden panted, "Wait for Liand. We have to stick together."

With kresh on her scent, she would not have left even a Master behind.

She did not expect Stave to heed her. So far he had shown little regard for her wishes. Yet he slowed his strides for Liand's sake. Apparently he and his people took their guardianship of the Land seriously.

When Liand and Somo had drawn level with him, Stave suited his pace to theirs. Ahead of them, Anele was able to maintain his lead. In that formation, they climbed as if they were ascending into recollections of the One Forest. To Linden, it seemed that the old man's tale drew them upward.

She peered back at the horizon of the rubble below her. Stave had carried her perhaps a quarter of the way up the rift; possibly less. Still she saw no sign of any wolves. However, she did not doubt that the kresh would soon surge past the rise.

Liand may have felt otherwise. Breathing easily in spite of his exertions, he guided Somo closer to Stave and Linden. "I am disturbed, Master," he said tensely.

"You name the yourselves the guardians of the Land.

And you have recognized Linden Avery from had forgotten past." His distrust reached through the dim light to Linden's nerves. H left his diffidence toward the Haruchai behind. "Yet you have come alone to her aid.

"You conceal many truths. Will you reveal one here, in the Chosen's presencehave you come alone to ward her?"

Stave made a sound like a snort. Linden felt his strength flow; and for a moment he surged ahead of Liand. Irredeemable crimes passed beneath his feet.

But then he seemed to reconsider. "Do not presume to challenge us, Stonedownor," he retorted flatly. "You do not suffice. Inquire of the Chosen whether the word and the honor of the Haruchai have worth."

Together humankind and Ravers had decimated a vast and marvelous intelligence. With the Sunbane Lord Foul had completed their cruel work.

Stave paused, apparently waiting for Linden to speak.

When she did not, however, he added, "Yet I will acknowledge that we were unprepared for her flight."

His tone conveyed a two-edged disdain: for Liand's disapproval as for Linden's escape. "The Linden Avery who is remembered among us would not have done so. Rather she would have borne the white ring to the Stonedown's defense. Therefore we were taken unaware."

His words stung her. In his dry tone, she heard a criticism with which she was intimately familiar. Often in the past, the Haruchai had made no attempt to conceal their scorn for her doubts and hesitations.

He may have been right. Perhaps she should have remained to fight for the Stonedown. But Covenant had told her to Do something they don't expect. And Stave knew nothing of Jeremiah.

If she had stayed behind, she would not have heard Anele's tale.

The Master continued to answer Liand. "Nor could we estimate the direction of her flight. The Chosen has repudiated our knowledge of her. For that reason, we separated when the storm had passed, so that we might search more widely.

"We could conceive of no purpose which would impel her here, but we feared that she might attempt these mountains in ignorance, thinking them a sanctuary.

Thus it fell to me to ride southward, while Jass and Bornin hastened to consider more likely paths.

"I found no sign to guide me. Almost I turned aside.

But then I saw kresh gather among the hills beyond the Mithil. I saw the direction of their hunt, and was concerned that the Chosen had become their prey.

Therefore I made haste to place myself ahead of the pack. At the Methyl's Plunge, I left my mount so that it might not fall to the kresh, and continued on foot."

Stave looked into Linden's face as if she rather than Liand had questioned him. "Linden Avery, are you answered?"

He might have asked, Will you trust me now?

Because he distrusted her, she replied, "I thought Lord Foul sent that storm. I Wanted to draw it off."

In his arms, she was entirely vulnerable to him. No doubt he could have broken her neck with one hand.

Nevertheless she had enough faith in him to add, "And no, I don't trust you What you Masters are doing appalls me. The Haruchai I knew weren't that arrogant:' g She could not bring herself to tell him about Jeremiah.

B} rough increments, the rift narrowed, its walls leaning toward each other as ugh they yearned to seal away the ancient pain of the stones. As the gloom grew deeper' it brought with it a cold that seemed to congeal against Linden's skin. Above her on the slope, Anele had begun to falter. Apparently he had exhausted his desperation. In spite of Somo's difficulties with the ascent, Stave and even Liand diminished the old man's lead.

"The Haruchai whom you knew," Stave told Linden stiffly, "had not yet experienced the meaning of Brinn's victory over ak-Haru Kenaustin Ardenol. We had seen the Staff of Law lost and regained. We had seen it un-made and then made anew. When it was lost yet again, we could not continue as we were.

"Brinn has proven himself equal to the guardianship of the One Tree. Will you tell us that we may not prove equal to other guardianships as well?"

"Of course not," Linden murmured through the soft whisper of Stave's breathing and the harder rhythm of Liand's. "But I've seen your people die. It's your definition of guardianship that frightens me. You're asking too much of yourselves."

He responded with a slight shrug. "What would you have us do?"

Still grieving for the trees, she turned her gaze downward, and her heart lurched as she saw a moiling line seethe past the rim of the rise. A darkness heavier than shade poured up the scree like a viscid spill flowing in reverse, running backward in time into the storehouse of the mountains' memories. If she had not lost most of her healthsense, she might have felt ferocity and fangs pelting over the rocks after her scent.

In moments, the upward-cresting tide of kresh had filled the cleft from wall to wall. And still it crashed higher, and gathered to crest again: God, hundreds of them, more wolves than she could have imagined in one pack.

"Hurry," she panted to Stave as if that were her only reply. Alarm clogged her throat. "They're coming."

One Master and an untried Stonedownor would never hold back that tide.

Liand flung a look over his shoulder, cursed under his breath, and began to haul on Somo's reins, trying to hasten the pinto with his own strength.