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〃Yes； High Lord；〃 she replied； looking intensely into him。 〃Yet I do not trust this power which makes Desecration possible。 I will not hazard it。〃
Her gaze turned him back to the krill。 Its white gem flamed at him like the light of a paradox； a promise of life and death。 Slowly； he reached out and touched its hilt。 But his exaltation had faded； and the krill's heat made him withdraw his hand。
He smiled crookedly。 〃Yes；〃 he breathed as if he were speaking to the blade； 〃it is a hazard。 I am very afraid。'' Carefully； he took a cloth from within his robe； carefully； he wrapped the krill and set it aside until it could be taken to a place where the Lorewardens could study it。 Then he glanced up and saw that Amatin was trying to smile also。
〃e； sister Amatin；〃 he said to her bravery； 〃we have delayed our work too long。〃
Together； they made their way to the battle； and with Lord Loerya they called fire from their staffs to throw back the hordes of the Despiser。
The three were joined late in the afternoon by a bandaged and hobbling Trevor。 But by that time； Revelstone had survived the worst frenzy of Satansfist's assault。 The Lords had given the Warward the support it needed。 Under Quaan's stubborn mand； the warriors held back the onslaught。 Wherever the Lords worked； the casualties among the defenders dropped almost to nothing； and the losses of the attackers increased vastly。 In this kind of battle； the ur…viles could not focus their power effectively。 As a result； the Lords were able to wreak a prodigious ruin among the Cavewights and other creatures。 Before the shrouded day had limped into night； samadhi Raver called back his forces。
But this time he did not allow the Keep to rest。 His attacks began again shortly after dark。 Under the cover of cold winter blackness； ur…viles rushed forward to throw liquid vehemence at the battlements； and behind them tight panies of creatures charged； carrying shields and ladders。 Gone now was the haphazard fury of the assault； the unconcerted wild attempt to breach the whole Keep at once。 In its place were precision and purpose。 Growling with hunger； the hordes shaped themselves to the task of wearing down Revelstone as swiftly and efficiently as possible。
In the days that followed； there was no let to the fighting。 Satansfist controlled his assaults so that his losses did not significantly outrun the constant arrival of his reinforcements； but he exerted pressure remorselessly； allowing the warriors no respite in which to recover。 Despite Quaan's best efforts to rotate his Eoman and Howard； so that each could rest in turn； the Warward grew more and more weary…and weary warriors were more easily slain。 And those who fell could not be replaced。
But the Warward did not have to carry the burden of this battle alone。 Gravelingases and Hirebrands and Lore wardens fought as well。 People who had no other urgent work…homeless farmers and Cattleherds； artists； even older children…took over supporting tasks； they supplied arrows and other weapons； stood sentry duty； ran messages。 Thus many Eoman were freed for either bat or rest。 And the Lords rushed into action whenever Quaan requested their aid。 They were potent and pelling； in their separate ways； they fought with the hard strength of people who knew themselves capable of Desecration and did not intend to be driven to that extreme。
Thus Lord's Keep endured。 Eoman after Eoman fell in battle every day； food stores shrank； the Healers' supplies of herbs and poultices dwindled。 Strain carved the faces of the people； cut away fortable flesh until their skulls seemed to be covered by nothing but pressure and apprehension。 But Revelstone protected its inhabitants； and they endured。
At first； the Lords concentrated their attention on the needs of the battle。 Instinctively； they shied away from their dangerous knowledge。 They spent their energy in work and fighting； rather than in studying last resorts。 But when the continuous adumbrations of assault had echoed through the Keep for six days； High Lord Mhoram found that he had begun to dread the moment when Satansfist would change his tactics…when the Raver and his master were ready to use the Stone and the Staff again。 And during the seventh night； Mhoram's sleep was troubled by dim dreams like shadows of his former visionary nightmares。 Time and again； he felt that he could almost hear somewhere in the depths of his soul the sound of an Unfettered One screaming。 He awoke in an inchoate sweat； and hastened upland to see if anything had happened to the Unfettered One of Glimmermere。
The One was safe and well； as were Loerya's daughters。 But this did not relieve Mhoram。 It left a chill in the marrow of his bones like an echo of winter。 He felt sure that someone； somewhere； had been slain in torment。 Straightening himself against the shiver of dread； he called the other Lords to a Council； where for the first time he raised the question of how their new knowledge could be used against the Despiser。
His question sparked unspoken trepidations in them all。 Amatin stared widely at the High Lord； Trevor winced； Loerya studied her hands…and Mhoram felt the acuteness of their reaction as if they were saying； Do you think then that we should repeat the work of Kevin Landwaster？ But he knew they did not intend that accusation。 He waited for them； and at last Loerya found her voice。 〃When you defended the Close…you worked against another's wrong。 How will you control this power if you initiate it？〃
Mhoram had no answer。
Shortly； Trevor forced himself to add； 〃We have nothing through which we could channel such might。 It is in my heart that our staffs would not suffice…they would not be strong to control power of that extent。 We lack the Staff of Law； and I know of no other tool equal to this demand。〃
〃And；〃 Amatin said sharply； 〃this knowledge in which you dare to put your faith did not suffice for High Lord Kevin son of Loric。 It only increased the cost of his despair。 I have…I have given my life to his Lore； and I speak truly。 Such power is a snare and a delusion。 It cannot be controlled。 It strikes the hand that wields it。 Better to die in the name of Peace than to buy one day of survival at the cost of such peril！〃
Again； Mhoram had no answer。 He could not name the reasons behind his question。 Only the cold foreboding in his bones impelled him； told him that unknown horrors stalked the Land in places far distant from Revelstone。 When Amatin concluded grimly； 〃Do you fear that ur…Lord Covenant may yet Desecrate us？〃 he could not deny that he was afraid。
So the Council ended without issue； and the Lords went back to the defense of the Keep。
Still the fighting went on without surcease。 For four more days； the Lords wielded their staff fire with all the might and cunning they could conceive…and the Warward drove itself beyond its weariness as if it could not be daunted…and the other people of Revelstone did their utmost to hurl Cavewights； ur…viles； Stone…spawn； from the walls。 But Satansfist did not relent。 He pressed his assault as if his losses were meaningless； spent whole panies of his creatures to do any kind of damage to the city； however small。 And the accumulating price that Lord's Keep paid for its endurance grew more terrible day by day。
During the fifth day； Mhoram withdrew from the battle to inspect the condition of the city。 Warmark Quaan joined him； and when they had seen the fatal diminishment of the stores； had taken the toll of lost lives； Quaan met Mhoram's gaze squarely and said with a tremor in his brusque voice； 〃We will fall。 If this Raver does not raise another finger against us； still we will fall。〃
Mhoram held his old friend's eyes。 〃How long can we hold？〃
〃Thirty days…at most。 No more。 Forty…if we deny food to the ill； and the injured； and the infirm。〃
〃We will not deny food to any who yet live。〃
〃Thirty； then。 Less； if my warriors lose strength and permit any breach of the walls。〃 He faltered and his eyes fell。 〃High Lord； does it e to this？ Is this the end…for us…for the Land？〃
Mhoram put a firm hand on Quaan's shoulder。 〃No； my friend。 We have not e to the last of ourselves。 And the Unbeliever… Do not forget Thomas Covenant。〃
That name brought back Quaan's war…hardness。 〃I would forget him if I could。 He will…〃
〃Softly； Warmark；'' Mhoram interrupted evenly。 ''Do not be abrupt to prophesy doom。 There are mysteries in the Earth of which we know nothing。〃
After a moment； Quaan murmured； 〃Do you yet trust him？〃
The High Lord did not hesitate。 〃I trust that Despite is not the sum of life。〃
Quaan gazed back into this answer as if he were trying to find its wellspring。 Some protest or plea moved in his face； but before he could speak； a messenger came to recall him to the fighting。 At once； he turned and strode away。
Mhoram watched his stern back for a moment； then bestirred himself to visit the Healers。 He wanted to know if any progress had been made with Trell Atiaran…mate。
In the low groaning hall which the Healers had made into a hospital for the hundreds of injured men and women； Mhoram found the big Gravelingas sprawled like a wreck on a pallet in the center of the floor。 A fierce brain…fever had wasted him。 To Mhoram's cold dread； he looked like the incarnated fate of all Covenant's victims…a fleshless future crouched in ambush for the Land。 The High Lord's hands trembled。 He did not believe he could bear to watch that ineluctable ravage happen。
〃At first； we placed him near the wall；〃 one of the attendants said softly； 〃so that he would be near stone。 But he recoiled from it in terror。 Therefore we have laid him here。 He does not recover…but he no longer shrieks。 Our efforts to succor him are confounded。〃
〃Covenant will make restitution；〃 Mhoram breathed in answer； as if the attendant had said something else。 〃He must。〃
Trembling； he turned away； and tried to find relief for his dismay in the struggle of Revelstone。
The next night； samadhi changed his tactics。 Under cover of darkness； a band of Cavewights rushed forward and clambered up onto one of the main battlements； and when warriors ran out to meet the attack； two ur…vile wedges hidden in the night near the walls swiftly formed Forbid…dings across the ends of the battlement； thus trapping the warriors； preventing any escape or rescue。 Two Eoman were caught and slaughtered by the ur…viles before Lord Amatin was able to break down one of the Forbiddings。
The same pattern was repeated simultaneously at several points around the Keep。
Warmark Quaan had lost more than eightscore warriors before he grasped the purpose of these tactics。 They were not intended to break into Revelstone； but rather to kill defenders。
So the Lords were pelled to bear the brunt of defending against these new assaults； a Forbidding was an exercise of power which only they were equipped to counter。 As long as darkness covered the approach of the ur…viles； the attacks continued； allowing the Lords no chance to rest。 And when dawn came； Sheol Satansfist resumed the previous strategy of his assault。
After four nights of this； Mhoram and his rades were near exhaustion。 Each Forbidding cost two of them an arduous exertion； one Lord could not counteract the work of three… or fivescore ur…viles swiftly enough。 As a result； Amatin was now as pale and hollow…eyed as an invalid； Loerya's once…sturdy muscles seemed to hang like ropes of mortality on her bones； and Trevor's eyes flinched at everything he saw； as if even in the deepest safety of the Keep he was surrounded by ghouls。 Mhoram himself felt that he had a great weight leaning like misery against his heart。 They could all taste the accuracy of Quaan's dire predictions； and they were sickening on the flavor。
During a brief moment of dazed half…sleep late that fourth night； the High Lord found himself murmuring； 〃Covenant； Covenant；〃 as if he were trying to remind the Unbeliever of a promise。
But the next morning the attacks stopped。 A silence like the quietude of open graves blew into Revelstone on the wind。 All the creatures had returned to their encampment； and in their absence Revelstone panted an