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re unaccustomed to dealing with eyes other than his own。 But when Triock croaked； 〃Help；〃 he replied quickly； 〃Yes。 I will help you。 Have no fear。〃
Moving decisively； he knelt； pulled open Triock's cloak and tunic； and placed one warm palm on his chest。 The man sang softly to himself； and as he did so； Triock felt a surge of heat pour into him。 His pulse steadied almost at once； his breathing unclenched； with wondrous speed； the possibility of movement returned to his limbs。 Then the man turned away to help Quirrel。 By the time Triock was on his feet among the bobbing flames； she had regained consciousness。
He recognized the flames now； he had heard of them in some of the happiest and saddest legends of the Land。 They were Wraiths。 As he shook his head clear of ice； he heard through the gusting wind snatches of their light crystal song； music like the melody of perfect quartz。 They danced about him as if they were asking him questions which he would never be able to understand or answer； and their lights bemused him； so that he stood entranced among them。
The tall man distracted him by helping Quirrel to her feet。 Surrounded by Wraiths； he raised her； supported her until she could stand on her own。 Then for a moment he looked unfortably back and forth between her and Triock。 He seemed to be asking himself if he could justify leaving them there； not helping them further。 Almost at once； however； he made his decision。 The distant roar of the blizzard rose and fell as if some hungry storm…animal strove to gain access to the valley。 He shivered and said； 'e。 Foul's winter is no place for flesh and blood。〃
As the man turned to move toward the upper end of the valley； Triock said abruptly； 〃You are One of the Unfettered。〃
〃Yes。 Yet I aid you。'' His voice vanished as soon as it appeared on the tattered wind。 〃I was once Woodhelvennin。 The hand of the Forest is upon me… And you〃…he was thrusting powerfully away through the snow as if he were talking to himself； as if he had been panionless for so long that he had forgotten how people listen…〃bear lomillialor。〃
Triock and Quirrel pushed after him。 His gait was strong； unweary； but by following his path through the drifts； they were able to keep up with him。 The Wraiths lighted their way with crystal music until Triock felt that he was moving through a pocket of Andelain； a brief eldritch incarnation of clean light and warmth amid the Gray Slayer's preternatural malevolence。 In the dancing encouragement of the flames； he was able to disregard his great fatigue and follow the Unfettered One's song：
Lone
Unfriended
Bondless
Lone…
Drink of loss until 'tis done：
Til solitude has e and gone；
And silence is munion…
And yet
Unfriended
Bondless
Lone。
Slowly； they worked their way up to the end of the valley。 It was blocked by a huge litter of boulders； but the Unfettered One led them along an intricate path through the rocks。 Beyond； they entered a sheer ravine which gradually closed over their heads until they were walking into a black cave lit only by the flickering of the Wraiths。 In time； the crooked length of the cave shut out all the wind and winter。 Warmth grew around Triock and Quirrel； causing their garments to drip thickly。 And ahead they saw more light。
Then they reached the cave end； the Unfettered One's home。 Here the cave expanded to form a large chamber； and all of it was alive with light and music； as scores of Wraiths flamed and curtsied in the air。 Some of them cycled through the center of the chamber； and others hung near the black walls as if to illuminate inscriptions on the gleaming facets of the stone。 The floor was rude granite marked by lumps and projecting surfaces which the Unfettered One clearly used as chairs； tables； bed。 But the walls and ceiling were as black as obsidian； and they were covered with reflective irregular planes like the myriad fragments of a broken mirror in which the Wraith light would have dazzled the beholders if the surfaces had not been made of black stone。 As it was； the chamber was warm and evocative； it seemed a fit place for a seer to read the writing graved within the heart of the mountain。
At the mouth of the chamber； Triock and Quirrel shed their packs and cloaks； opened their ice…stiff inner garments to the warmth。 Then they took their first clear look at their rescuer。 He was bald except for a white fringe at the back of his head； and his mouth hid in a gnarled white beard。 His eyes were so heavily couched in wrinkles that he seemed to have spent generations squinting at illegible munications； and this impression of age was both confirmed by the old pallor of his skin and denied by the upright strength of his frame。 Now Triock could see that his robe had been white at one time。 It had gained its dull granite color from long years of contact with the cave walls。
In his home； he seemed even more disturbed by the Stonedownors。 His eyes flicked fearful and surprised glances at them…not as if he considered them evil； but rather as if he distrusted their clumsiness； as if his life lay in fragile sections on the floor and might be broken by their feet。
〃I have little food；〃 he said as he watched the puddles which Triock and Quirrel left behind。 〃Food also…I have no time for it。〃 But then an old memory seemed to pass across his face…a recollection that the people of the Land did not treat their guests in this way。 Triock felt suddenly sure that the One had been living in this cave before he； Triock； was born。 〃I am not accustomed；〃 the man went on as if he felt he should explain himself。 〃One life does not suffice。 When I found I could not refuse succor to the Wraiths…much time was lost。 They repay me as they can； but much… much… How can I live to the end of my work？ You are costly to me。 Food itself is costly。〃
As Triock recovered himself in the cave's mouth； he remembered his message to the Lords； and his face tightened into its familiar frown。 〃The Gray Slayer is costly；〃 he replied grimly。
His statement disconcerted the Unfettered One。 〃Yes；'' he mumbled。 Bending quickly； he picked up a large flask of water and a covered urn containing dried fruit。 〃Take all you require；〃 he said as he handed these to Triock。 〃I have…I have seen some of the Despiser's work。 Here。〃 He gestured vaguely at the walls of his cave。
There was little fruit in the urn； but Triock and Quirrel divided it between them。 As he munched his share； Triock found he felt a great deal better。 Although the meager amount of food hardly touched his hunger； his skin seemed to be absorbing nourishment as well as warmth from the Wraith light。 And the radiance of the flames affected him in other ways also。 Gradually the numbness of frostbite faded from his fingers and toes ears； blood and health flowed back into them as if they had been treated with hurtloam。 Even the habitual sourness which galled his mouth seemed to decline。
But his mission remained clear to him。 When he was sure that Quirrel had regained her stability； he asked her to go a short way out of the tunnel to stand guard。
She responded tightly； 〃Will pursuit e even here？〃
〃Who can say？〃 The Unfettered One did not appear to be listening； so Triock went on： 〃But we must have this One's aid…and I fear he will not be persuaded easily。 We must not be surprised here with the message unattempted。〃
Quirrel nodded； approving his caution though she clearly believed that no pursuit could have followed them through the blizzard。 Without delay； she collected her cloak and weapons and moved away down the cave until she was out of sight beyond the first bend。
The Unfettered One watched her go with a question in his face。
〃She will stand guard while we talk；〃 Triock answered。
〃Do we require guarding？ There are no ill creatures in these mountains…in this winter。 The animals do not intrude。〃
'' Foes pursue me；〃 said Triock。 〃 I bear my own ill…and the Land' s need。〃 But there he faltered and fell silent。 For the first time； he realized the immensity of his situation。 He was face to face with an Unfettered One and Wraiths。 In this cave； acpanied by dancing flames； the One studied secret lores which might have amazed even the Lords。 Awe crowded forward in Triock； his own audacity daunted him。 〃Unfettered One；〃 he mumbled； 〃lore…servant…I do not intrude willingly。 You are beyond me。 Only the greatness of the need drives…〃
〃I have saved your life；'' the One said brusquely。 〃I know nothing of other needs。〃
〃Then I must tell you。〃 Triock gathered himself and began； 〃The Gray Slayer is abroad in the Land…〃
The tall man forestalled him。 〃I know my work。 I was given the Rites of Unfettering when Tamarantha was Staff…Elder of the Loresraat； and know nothing else。 Except for the intrusion of the Wraiths…except… which I could not refuse…I have devoted my meager flesh here； so that I might work my work and see what no eyes have seen before。 I know nothing else…no； not even how the Wraiths came to be driven from Andelain； though they speak of ur…viles and… Such talk intrudes。〃
Triock was amazed。 He had not known that Tamarantha Variol…mate had ever been Staff…Elder of the Loresraat； but such a time must have been decades before Prothall became High Lord at Revelstone。 This Unfettered One must have been out of touch with all the Land for the past four… or five…score years。 Thickly； awefully； Triock said； 〃Unfettered One； what is your work？〃
A grimace of distaste for explanations touched the man's face。 〃Words… I do not speak of it。 Words falter。〃 Abruptly； he moved to the wall and touched one of the stone facets gently； as if he were caressing it。 〃Stone is alive。 Do you see it？ You are Stonedownor…do you see it？ Yes； alive…alive and alert。 Attentive。 Everything…everything which transpires upon or within the Earth is seen…beheld…by the Earthrock。〃 As he spoke； enthusiasm came over him。 Despite his awkwardness； he could not stop once he had begun。 His head leaned close to the stone until he was peering deeply into its flat blackness。 〃But the…the process…the action of this seeing is slow。 Lives like mine are futilely swift… Time…time！…is consumed as the seeing spreads…from the outer surfaces inward。 And this time varies。 Some veins pass their perception in to the mountain roots in millennia。 Others require millennia of millennia。
〃Here〃…he gestured around him without moving from where he stood…〃can be seen the entire ancient history of the Land。 For one whose work is to see。 In these myriad facets are a myriad perceptions of all that has occurred。 All！
〃It is my work to see…and to discover the order…and to preserve… so that the whole life of the Land may be known。〃
As he spoke； a tremor of passion shook the Unfettered One's breathing。
〃Since the ing of the Wraiths； I have studied the fate of the One Forest。 I have seen it since the first seed grew to bee the great Tree。 I have seen its awakening…its awareness…the peaceful munion of its Land…spanning consciousness。 I have seen Forestals born and slain。 I have seen the Colossus of the Fall exercise its interdict。 The hand of the Forest is upon me。 Here''…his hands touched the facet into which he stared as if the stone were full of anguish…〃I see men with axes…men of the ground with blades formed from the bones of the ground…I see them cut…！〃
His voice trembled vividly。 〃I am Woodhelvennin。 In this rock I see the desecration of trees。 You are Stonedownor。 You bear a rare fragment of High Wood； precious lomillialor〃
Suddenly； he turned from the wall and confronted Triock with a flush or urgent fervor； almost of desperation； in his old face。'' Give it to me！〃 he begged。 〃It will help me see。〃 He came forward until his eager hands nearly touched Triock's chest。 〃My life is not the equal of this rock。〃
Triock did not need to think or speak。 If Covenant himself had been standing at his back； he would not have acted differently； he could not distrust an Unfettered One any more than he could have distrusted a Lord。
Without hesitation； he drew out the High Wood rod and placed it in the tall man's hands。 Then； very quietly； he said； 〃The foes who pursue me also seek