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es。 Within a short time； Revelstone was under assault all along its south and north faces。
But the ancient Giants who made Lord's Keep had built well to defend against such an attack。 Even the lowest parapets were high off the ground； they could be sealed off； so that the attackers were denied access to the city； they were defended by positions higher still in the walls。 And Warmark Quaan had drilled the Warward year after year； preparing it for just this kind of battle。 The prearranged defenses of the Keep sprang into action instantly as alarms sounded throughout the city。 Warriors left secondary tasks and ran to the battlements； relays formed to supply the upper defenses with arrows and other weapons； concerted Eoman charged the Cavewights and ur…viles which breached the lower abutments。 Then came Lore wardens； Hirebrands； Gravelingases。 Lorewardens repulsed the attacks with songs of power； while Hirebrands set fire to the ladders； and Gravelingases braced the walls themselves against the strength of the Cavewights。
As he manded the struggle from a coign in the upper walls； Quaan soon saw that his warriors could have repulsed this assault if they had not been outnumbered thirty or more to one…if every life in his army had not been so vital； and every life in the Raver's so insignificant。 But the Warward was outnumbered； it needed help。 In response to the fragmentary reports which reached him from the Close…reports of fire and power and immense relief…he sent an urgent messenger to summon the Lords to Revelstone's aid。
The messenger found High Lord Mhoram in the Close； but Mhoram did not respond to Quaan's call。 It only reached the outskirts of his mind； and he held it gently distant； away from himself。 When he heard one of the guards explain to the messenger what had transpired in the fire…ruined Close； he let his own awareness of the battle slip away…let all thought of the present danger drop from him； and gave himself to the melding of the Lords。
They sat on the slumped floor around the graveling pit with their staffs on the stone before them…Trevor and Loerya on Mhoram's left； Amatin on his right。 In his trembling hands； the krill blazed in hot affirmation of white gold。 Yet he barely saw the light； his eyes were heat…scorched； and he was blinded by tears of release that would not stop。 Through the silent contact of the meld； he spread strength about him； and shared knowledge which had burdened him more than he had ever realized。 He told his fellow Lords how he had been able to remove the krill from its stone rest； and why now it did not burn his vulnerable flesh。
He could feel Amatin shrink from what he said； feel Trevor shake with a pain that only in part came from his injury； feel Loerya appraise his munication as she might have appraised any new weapon。 To each of them； he gave himself； he showed them his conviction； his understanding； his strength。 And he held the proof in his hands； so that they could not doubt him。 With such evidence shining amid the ravage of the Close； they followed the process which had led him to his secret knowledge and shared the dismay which had taught him to keep it secret。
Finally； Lord Amatin framed her question aloud。 It was too large for silence； it required utterance； so that Revelstone itself could hear it。 She swallowed awkwardly； then floated words in the untarnished acoustics of the chamber。 〃So it is we…we ourselves who have…for so many generations the Lords themselves have inured themselves to the power of Kevin's Lore。〃
〃Yes； Lord；〃 Mhoram whispered； knowing that everyone in the Close could hear him。
〃The Oath of Peace has prevented…〃
〃Yes； Lord。〃
Her breathing shuddered for a moment。 〃Then we are lost。〃
Mhoram felt the lorn dilemma in her words and stood up within himself； pulling the authority of his High Lordship about his shoulders。 〃No。〃
〃Without power； we are lost；〃 she countered。 〃Without the Oath of Peace； we are not who we are； and we are lost。〃
〃Thomas Covenant has returned；〃 responded Loerya。
Brusquely； Amatin put this hope aside。 〃Nevertheless。 Either he has no power； or his power violates the Peace with which we have striven to serve the Land。 Thus also we are lost。〃
〃No；〃 the High Lord repeated。 〃Not lost。 We…and ur…Lord Covenant…must find the wisdom to attain both Peace and power。 We must retain our knowledge of who we are； or we will despair as Kevin Land…waster despaired； in Desecration。 Yet we must also retain this knowledge of power； or we will have failed to do our utmost for the Land。 Perhaps the future Lords will find that they must turn from Kevin's Lore…that they must find lore of their own； lore which is not so apt for destruction。 We have no time for such a quest。 Knowing the peril of this power； we must cling to ourselves all the more； so that we do not betray the Land。〃
His words seemed to ring in the Close； and time passed before Amatin said painfully； 〃You offer us things which contradict each other； and tell us that we must preserve both； achieve both together。 Such counsel is easily spoken。〃
In silence； the High Lord strove to share with her his sense of how the contradiction might be mastered； made whole； he let his love for the Land； for Revelstone； for her； flow openly into her mind。 And he smiled as he heard Lord Trevor say slowly； 〃It may be done。 I have felt something akin to it。 What little strength I have returned to me when the Keep's need became larger for me than my fear of the Keep's foe。〃
〃Fear；〃 Loerya echoed in assent。
And Mhoram added； 〃Fear…or hatred。〃
A moment later； Amatin began to weep quietly in prehension。 With Loerya and Trevor； Mhoram wrapped courage around her and held her until her dread of her own danger； her own capacity to Desecrate the Land； relaxed。 Then the High Lord put down the krill and opened his eyes to the Close。
Dimly； blurrily； his sight made out Hearthrall Tohrm and Trell。 Trell still huddled within himself； shirking the horror of what he had done。 And Tohrm cradled his head； miserating in rhadhamaerl grief with the torment of soul which could turn a Gravelingas against beloved stone。 They were silent； and Mhoram gazed at them as if he were to blame for Trell's plight。
But before he could speak； another messenger from Warmark Quaan arrived in the Close； demanded notice。 When the High Lord looked up at him； the messenger repeated Quaan's urgent call for help。
〃Soon；〃 Mhoram sighed； 〃soon。 Tell my friend that we will e when we are able。 The Lord Trevor is wounded。 I am〃…with a brief gesture； he indicated the scalded skin of his head…〃the Lord Amatin and I must have food and rest。 And the Lord Loerya…〃
〃 I will go；〃 Loerya said firmly。 〃 I have not yet fought as I should for Revelstone。'' To the messenger； she responded； ''Take me to the place of greatest need； then carry the High Lord's reply to Warmark Quaan。〃 Moving confidently； as if the new discovery of power answered her darkest doubts； she climbed the stairs and followed the warrior away toward the south wall of the Keep。
As she departed； she sent the guards to call the Healers and bring food。 The other Lords were left alone for a short time； and Tohrm took that opportunity to ask Mhoram what was to be done with Trell。
Mhoram gazed around the ruined galleries as if he were trying to estimate the degree to which he had failed Trell。 He knew that generations of rhadhamaerl work would be required to restore some measure of the chamber's useful Tightness； and tears blurred his vision again as he said to Tohrm； 〃The Healers must work with him。 Perhaps they will be able to restore his mind。〃
〃What will be the good？ How will he endure the knowledge of what he has done？〃
〃We must help him to endure。 I must help him。 We must attempt all healing； no matter how difficult。 And I who have failed him cannot deny the burden of his need now。〃
〃Failed him？〃 Trevor asked。 The pain of his injury had drawn the blood from his face； but he had not lost the mood which had inspired him to bear such a great share of the Keep's defense。 〃In what way？ You did not cause his despair。 Had you treated him with distrust； you would have achieved nothing but the confirmation of his distress。 Distrust…vindicates itself。〃
Mhoram nodded。 〃And I distrusted…I distrusted all。 I kept knowledge secret even while I knew the keeping wrong。 It is fortunate that the harm was no greater。〃
〃Yet you could not prevent…〃
〃Perhaps。 And perhaps…if I had shared my knowledge with him； so that he had known his peril…known… Perhaps he might have found the strength to remember himself…remember that he was a Gravelingas of the rhadhamaerl； a lover of stone。〃
Tohrm agreed stiffly； and his sympathy for Trell made him say； 〃You have erred； High Lord。〃
〃Yes； Hearthrall；〃 Mhoram replied with deep gentleness in his voice。 〃I am who I am…both human and mortal。 I have…much to learn。〃
Tohrm blinked fiercely； ducked his head。 The tautness of his shoulders looked like anger； but Mhoram had shared an ordeal with the Hearthrall； and understood him better。
A moment later； several Healers hurried into the Close。 They brought with them two stretchers； and carefully bore Trell away in one。 Lord Trevor they carried in the other； peremptorily ignoring his protests。 Tohrm went with Trell。 Soon Mhoram and Amatin were left with the warrior who brought their food； and a Healer who softly applied a soothing ointment to the High Lord's burns。
Once Mhoram's hurts had been treated； he dismissed the warrior and the Healer。 He knew that Amatin would want to speak with him； and he cleared the way for her before he began to eat。 Then he turned to the food。 Through his weariness； he ate deliberately； husbanding his strength so that when he was done he would be able to return to his work。
Lord Amatin matched his silence； she seemed to match the very rhythm of his jaws； as if his example were her only support in the face of a previously unguessed peril。 Mhoram sensed that her years of devotion to Kevin's Wards had left her peculiarly unprepared for what he had told her； her trust in the Lore of the Old Lords had been exceedingly great。 So he kept silent while he ate； and when he was done； he remained still； resting himself while he waited for her to speak what was in her heart。
But her question； when it came； took a form he had not anticipated。 〃High Lord；〃 she said with a covert nod toward the krill； 〃if Thomas Covenant has returned to the Land…who summoned him？ How was that call performed？ And where is he？〃
〃Amatin…〃 Mhoram began。
〃Who but the Despiser could do such a thing？〃
〃There are…〃
〃And if this is not Lord Foul's doing； then where has Covenant appeared？ How can he aid us if he is not here？〃
〃He will not aid us。〃 Mhoram spoke firmly to stop the tumble of her questions。 〃If there is help to be found in him； it will be aid for the Land； not aid for us against this siege。 There are other places from which he may serve the Land…yes； and other summoners also。 We and Lord Foul are not the only powers。 The Creator himself may act to meet this need。〃
Her waifish eyes probed him； trying to locate the source of his serenity。 〃I lack your faith in this Creator。 Even if such a being lives； the Law which preserves the Earth precludes… Do not the legends say that if the Creator were to break the arch of Time to place his hand upon the Earth； then the arch and all things in it would e to an end； and the Despiser would be set free？〃
〃That is said；〃 Mhoram affirmed。 〃I do not doubt it。 Yet the doom of any creation is upon the head of its Creator。 Our work is enough for us。 We need not weary ourselves with the burdens of gods。〃
Amatin sighed。 〃You speak with conviction； High Lord。 If I were to say such things； they would sound glib。〃
〃Then do not say them。 I speak only of what gives me courage。 You are a different person and will have a different courage。 Only remember that you are a Lord； a servant of the Land…remember the love that brought you to this work； and do not falter。〃
〃Yes； High Lord；〃 she replied； looking intensely into him。 〃Yet I do not trust this power which makes Desecratio