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still bring forth young from their bodies。 It is said that when the time is ready； a young will be birthed without flaw…a pure offspring impervious to the Maker and his making…unafraid。 It is said that this pure one will e bearing tokens of power to the Maker's home。 It is said that he will redeem the jheherrin if they prove…if he finds them worthy…that he will win from the Maker their release from fear and mud…if…if…'' The crawler could not go on。 Its voice stumbled into silence； left the cavern aching for a reply to fill the void of its misery。
But Covenant could not bend without breaking。 He felt all the attention of the jheherrin focused on him。 He could feel them voicelessly asking him； imploring； Are you the pure one？ If we help you； will you free us？ But he could not give them the answer they wanted。 Their living death deserved the truth from him； not a false hope。
Deliberately； he sacrificed their help。 His voice was harsh； he sounded angry as he said； 〃Look at me。 You know the answer。 Under all this mud； I'm sick…diseased。 And I've done things… I'm not pure。 I'm corrupt。〃
One last pulse of silence met his denial…one still moment while the intent； tremulous hope around him shattered。 Then a shrill wail of despair tore through the multitude of the jheherrin。 All the light vanished at once。 Shrieking in darkness like desolated ghouls； the creatures ran。
Foamfollower caught hold of Covenant to protect him against an attack。 But the jheherrin did not attack； they fled。 The sound of their movement rushed through the cavern like a loud wind of loss； and died away。 Soon the silence returned； fell limp at the feet of Covenant and Foamfollower like empty cerements； the remains of a violated grave。
Covenant's chest shook with dry spasms like sobs； but he clenched himself into union with the silence。 He could not bend； he would break if the rictus of his determination were forced to bend。 Foul！ he jerked。 Foul！ You're too cruel。
He felt the attempted consolation of the Giant's hand on his shoulder。 He wanted to respond； wanted to utter in some way the violence of his resolve。 But before he could speak； the silence seemed to flow and concentrate itself into the sound of soft weeping。
The sound grew on him as he listened。 Forlorn and miserable； it rose up into the darkness like irremediable grief； made the hollow air throb。 He yearned to go to the weeper； yearned to fort it in some way。 But when he moved； it found words to halt him； desolate accusation。 〃Despair is Maker…work。〃
〃Forgive me；〃 Covenant groaned。 〃How could I lie to you？〃 He searched for the right reply； then said on intuition； 〃But the legend hasn't changed。 I haven't touched the legend。 I don't deny your worth。 You are worthy。 I'm just…not the pure one。 He hasn't e yet。 I don't have anything to do with your hope。〃
The weeper did not answer。 Its sobs ached on in the air； having started； its old unanodyned misery could not stop。 But after a moment it brought up a glimmer of rocklight。 Covenant saw that it was the crawler who had spoken for the jheherrin。
〃e；〃 it wept。 〃e。〃 Shaking with sorrow； it turned and crept out of the cavern。
Covenant and the Giant followed without hesitation。 In the presence of the creature's grief； they silently accepted whatever it intended for them。
It led them back into the bs…away from their earlier route； upward through a plex chain of tunnels。 Soon the rock walls had bee cold again； and the air began to smell faintly of brimstone。 A short time later…little more than half a league from the cavern…their guide halted。
They kept themselves a respectful distance from the creature and waited while it tried to control its sobs。 Its dim； rocklit struggle was painful to watch； but they contained their own emotions； waited。 Covenant was prepared to allow the creature any amount of time。 Patience seemed to be the only thing he could offer the jheherrin。
It did not keep them waiting long。 Forcing down its grief； it said thickly； 〃This tunnel…it ends in Kurash Qwellinir。 At every turn choose…the way toward the fire。 You must pass a passage of the Maker。 It will be guarded。 Beyond it take each turn away from the fire。 You will find Gorak Krembal。 You cannot cross…you must cross it。 Beyond it is the rock of the Maker…place。
〃Its mouth is guarded； but has no gate。 Within it swarms… But there are secret ways…the Maker has secret ways； which his servants do not use。 Within the mouth is a door。 You cannot see it。 You must find it。 Press once upon the center of the lintel。 You will find many ways and hiding places。''
The crawler turned and began to shuffle back down the tunnel。 Its light flickered and went out； leaving Covenant and Foamfollower in darkness。 Out of the distance of the hollow b； the creature moaned； 〃Try to believe that you are pure。'' Then the sound of its grief faded； and it was gone。
After a long moment of silence； Foamfollower touched Covenant's shoulder。 〃My friend…did you hear it well？ It has given us precious aid。 Do you remember all it said？〃
Covenant heard something final in the Giant's tone。 But he was too preoccupied with the bitter rictus of his own intent to ask what that tone signified。 〃You remember it；〃 he breathed stiffly。 〃I'm counting on you。 You just get me there。〃
〃My friend…Unbeliever；〃 the Giant began dimly； then stopped； let drop whatever he had been about to say。 〃e； then。〃 He steered Covenant by the shoulder。 〃We will do what we can。〃
They climbed on up the tunnel。 It made two sharp turns and began to ascend steeply； narrowing as it rose。 Soon Covenant was forced to his hands and knees by the angle of the cold stone slope。 With Foamfollower breathing close behind him； helping him with an occasional shove； he pulled and scraped upward； kept on scrambling while the rock grew more and more constricted。
Then the tunnel ended in a blank wall。 Covenant searched around with his numb hands。 He found no openings…but he could not touch the ceiling。 When he looked upward； he saw a faint window of red light out of reach above his head。
By pressing against each other； he and Foamfollower were able to stand in the end of the tunnel。 The dim opening was within the stretch of Foamfollower's arms。 Carefully； he lifted Covenant； boosted him through the window。
Covenant climbed into a vertical slit in the rock。 Crawling along its floor； he went forward and looked out around its edges into what appeared to be a short； roofless corridor。 Its walls were sheer stone； scores of feet high。 It looked as if it had been rough…adzed out of raw； black； igneous rock…a passage leading senselessly from one blank wall to another。 But as his eyes adjusted to the light； he discerned intersections at both ends of the corridor。
The light came from the night sky。 Along one rim of the walls was a dull red glow…the shine of a fire in the distance。 The air was acrid and sulfurous； if it had not been cold； Covenant would have guessed that he was already near Hotash Slay。
When he was sure that the corridor was empty； he called softly to Foamfollower。 With a leap； the Giant thrust his head and shoulders through the opening into the slit； then squirmed up the rest of the way。 In a moment； he was at Covenant's side。
〃This is Kurash Qwellinir；〃 he whispered as he looked around； 〃the Shattered Hills。 If I have not lost all my reckoning； we are far from the passage which Bannor taught us。 Without the aid of the jheherrin； we would be hard pressed to find our way。'' Then he motioned for Covenant to follow him。 〃Stay at my back。 If we are discovered； I must know where you are。〃
Gliding forward as smoothly as if he were rested and eager for stealth； he started toward the fiery glow； and Covenant limped along behind him on bare numb feet。 Near the end of the corridor； they pressed themselves cautiously against one wall。 Covenant held his breath while Foamfollower peered around the corner。 An instant later； the Giant signaled。 They both hurried into the next passage； taking the turn toward the red sky…shine。
This second corridor was longer than the first。 The ones beyond it were crooked； curved； they reversed directions； twisted back on themselves； writhed their way through the black； rough rock like tormented snakes。 Covenant soon lost all sense of progress。 Without the instructions of the jheherrin； he would have attempted to recover lost ground； correct apparent errors。 Once again； he realized how much his survival had from the beginning depended on other people。 Atiaran； Elena； Lena； Banner； Triock； Mhoram； the jheherrin…he would have arrived nowhere； done nothing； without them。 In return for his brutality； his raging and incondign improvidence； they had kept him alive； given him purpose。 And now he was wholly dependent upon Saltheart Foamfollower。
It was not a good omen for a leper。
He trudged on under the aegis of dolorous portents。 His wound felt like a weight under which he could no longer lift up his head； the brimstone air seemed to sap the strength from his lungs。 In time he began to feel numb and affectless； as if he were wandering in confusion。
Yet he noticed the increase of light near a sharp turn in one corridor。 The brightening was brief…it opened and shut like a door…but it plunged him into alertness。 He dogged the Giant's feet like a shadow as they approached the corner。
They heard guttural voices from beyond the turn。 Covenant flinched at the thought of pursuit； then steadied himself。 The voices lacked the urgency or stealth of hunting。
Foamfollower put his head to the corner； and Covenant crouched under him to look as well。
Beyond it； the corridor opened into a wide area faintly lit by two small stones of rocklight； one near each entrance to the open space。 Against the far wall midway between the two stones stood a dark band of half…human creatures。 Covenant counted ten of them。 They held spears and stood in relaxed or weary postures； talking to each other in low rough voices。 Then five of them turned to the wall behind them。 A section of the stone opened； letting out a stream of red light。 Covenant glimpsed a deep tunnel behind the opening。 The five creatures passed through the entrance and closed the stone behind them。 The door closed so snugly that no crack or gleam of light revealed the tunnel's existence。
〃Changing the watch；〃 Foamfollower breathed。 〃We are fortunate that the light warned us。〃
With the door closed； the guards placed themselves against the darkness of the wall where they were nearly invisible； and fell silent。
Covenant and Foamfollower backed a short distance away from the corner。 Covenant felt torn； he could not think of any way past the guards； yet in his fatigue he dreaded the prospect of hunting through the maze for another passage。 But Foamfollower showed no hesitation。 He put his mouth to Covenant's ear and whispered grimly； 〃Stay hidden。 When I call； cross this open space and turn away from Hotash Slay。 Wait for me beyond one turn。〃
Trepidation beat in Covenant's head。 〃What are you going to
do？〃
The Giant grinned。 But his mud…dark face held no humor； and his eyes glinted hungrily。 〃I think I will strike a blow or two against these Maker…work creatures。〃 Before Covenant could respond； he returned to the corner。
With both hands； Foamfollower searched the wall until he found a protruding lump of stone。 His great muscles strained momentarily； and the lump came loose in his hands。
He sighted for an instant past the turn； then lofted the stone。 It landed with a loud clatter in the far corridor。
One guard snapped a mand to the others。 Gripping their spears； they started toward the noise。
Foamfollower gave them a moment in which to move。 Then he launched himself at them。
Covenant jumped to the corner； saw Foamfollower charge the guards。 They were looking the other way。 Foamfollower's long legs crossed the distance in half a dozen silent strides。 They only caught a glimpse of him before he fell on them like the side of a mountain。
They were large； powerful fighters。 But he was a Giant。 He dwarfed them。 And he took them by surprise。 One blow； two； three…in instant succession； he crushe