happened. And after an instant of hesitation, Mahrtiir did the same. Through his dislike of impending rock and the lack of open skies, she tasted his readiness to fight any foe in her name.
With senses other than sight, she felt Handir bowing to Covenant a second time, although the Voice of the Masters had never bowed to her.
âI am Handir,â he began again, âby right ofââ
âOf years and attainment,â interrupted Covenant brusquely. âThe Voice of the Masters.â Now his manner seemed to betray the exertion he had claimed; the difficulty of folding time. âI heard you the first time.
âHandir, I know youâre worried about the Demondim. You should be. You and your people canât hold out against them. Not if they use the Stone. But theyâre unsure of themselves right now. By hell, Foul himself is probably having fits.â Grim pleasure glinted through the impatience in Covenantâs tone. âTheyâll realize the truth eventually. But Iâve been pretty clever, if I do say so myself.â With her peripheral vision, Linden saw Jeremiahâs nod, his happy grin. âI think we might have a day, or even two, before the real shit hits the fan.â
To her friends, Linden murmured, âDonât say anything. Just listen.â She could not bear to be questioned. Not now. She was in too much pain. âThatâs Thomas Covenant and my son. My Jeremiah. I know them.
âBut thereâs something wrong here. Something dangerous. Maybe itâs just the strain of what theyâre doing.â Being in two places at once? âMaybe thatâs making them both a little crazy.â Or maybe the Despiser had indeed done something. Maybe the Elohim had sought to warn the Land against the halfhand for good reason. âWhatever it is, I need your help.
âMahrtiir, I want Bhapa and Pahni to stay with Liand and Anele.â Liand opened his mouth to protest, but Lindenâs grip on his shoulder silenced him. âThe Masters wonât threaten you,â she told him. âI trust them that far,â in spite of what the Humbled and Handir had done to Stave. They were Haruchai . âBut I have to be alone, and Iâll feel better if Bhapa and Pahni are with you.â She had seen Ramen Cords fight: she knew what Bhapa and Pahni could do. âWhatever is going on here, it might have consequences that we canât imagine.â Donât touch him! Donât touch either of us! To Mahrtiir, she added, âThey should be safe enough in Liandâs room.â
In response, the Manethrall nodded his assent.
âAnele is confused,â the old man informed the air of the forehall. âHe feels Masters and urgency, but the cause is hidden. The stone tells him nothing.â
Linden ignored him. Covenant was still speaking to Handir.
âWhat Jeremiah and I want right now is a place where we can rest without being disturbed. Some food, and maybe some springwine, if youâve got it. We have to gather our strength.â
Linden tried to ignore him as well. âAs for you,â she continued to Mahrtiir, âI need you to guide me out of here. To the plateau.â He and his Cords had spent the night there. He would know the way. âI canât think like this. I need daylight.â
She might find what she sought in the potent waters of Glimmermere. The lake could not give her answers, but it might help her to remember who she was.
The Manethrall nodded again. When he left her so that he could speak to Pahni and Bhapa, she turned to Stave. The tasks that she had in mind for him would be harderâ
Meeting his gaze with her dry, burning eyes, she said, âI want you to find the Mahdoubt for me. Please.â Be cautious of love . âI need to talk to her.â That strange, kindly woman had given Linden a hint of what was in store. If Linden probed her directly, she might say more. âAnd keep
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