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f you fall； I will be hard pressed to catch you。〃
〃Look to yourself；'' Triock replied gruffly。 〃I am not unaccustomed to stone…even stone as chill as this。〃
〃Well； then。 Let us make what haste we can。 We have endured much to e so far； you and I。 We must not lose the ur…Lord now。〃
Without waiting for an answer； he started down the rude stair of Kevin's Watch。
Covenant turned his face to the Giant's breast。 The breeze had a high lonely sound as it rustled past the cliff and eddied around Foamfollower； it reminded Covenant that the Watch stood more than four thousand feet above the foothills。 But Foamfollower's heart beat with forthright confidence； and his arms felt unbreakable。 At each downward step； a slight jolt passed through him； as if that foot had locked itself to the stair stone。 And Covenant no longer possessed even strength enough for fear。 He rode numbly in the Giant's hold until the hum of the wind increased； and Foamfollower dropped one step at a time into the cold sea of clouds。
In moments； the sunlight was gone as if it had been irretrievably lost。 The wind took on a raw； dry； cutting edge； too chill to be softened by moisture。 Covenant and Foamfollower descended through dim vistaless air as icy as polar mist…cloud as thick and thetic as a fist clenched around the world。 Under its pressure； Covenant felt icicles crawling up his spine toward the last warmth of life left in him。
Then they reached the ledge at the base of Kevin's Watch。 The precipice loomed darkly beside them as Foamfollower turned to the right and moved out along the ledge； but he stepped securely； as if he had no conception of falling。 And shortly he left the exposed cliff…face； began to clamber along the trail into the mountains。 After that； the last tension faded from the background of Covenant's mind。 His weakness opened in him like a funereal lily； and the mist drew him into a wan； slumberous daze。
For some time he lost track of where Foamfollower was going。 He seemed to feel himself bleeding away into the gray air。 Tranquillity like the peace of ice surrounded his heart。 He no longer understood what Foamfollower was talking about when the Giant whispered urgently； 〃Triock； he fails。 We must aid him now or not at all。〃
〃Yes；〃 Triock agreed。 He called mandingly； 〃Bring blankets and graveling！ He must have warmth。〃
〃That will not suffice。 He is ill and injured。 He must have healing。
Triock snapped； 〃I see him。 I am not blind。〃
〃Then what can we do？ I am helpless here…the Giants have no lore for cold。 We suffer little from it。〃
〃Rub his limbs。 Put your strength into him。 I must think。〃
Something rough began to batter Covenant； but the ice in him was impervious to it。 Vaguely； he wondered why Foamfollower and Triock would not let him sleep。
〃Is there no hurtloam here？〃 asked the Giant。
〃At one time there was；〃 Triock responded distantly。 〃Lena…Lena healed him in this same place…when he first came to the Land。 But I am not a rhadhamaerl…I do not feel the secret flavors and powers of the Earth。 And it is said that the hurtloam has…retreated…that it has hidden itself to escape the ill which is upon the Land。 Or that this winter has slain it。 We cannot succor him in that way。〃
〃We must help him。 His very bones freeze。〃
Covenant felt himself being shifted； felt blankets being wrapped around him。 In the background of his haze； he thought he saw the kind yellow light of graveling。 That pleased him； he could rest better if the gray fog did not dominate everything。
After a moment； Triock said uncertainly； 〃It is possible that the power of the High Wood can help him。〃
〃Then begin！〃 the Giant urged。
〃I am no Hirebrand。 I have no lillianrill lore…I have only studied this matter in the Loresraat for a year…after High Lord Mhoram gave the lomillialor to me。 I cannot control its power。〃
〃Nevertheless！ You must make the attempt。〃
Triock protested。 〃The High Wood test of truth may quench the last flicker within him。 Hale and whole； he might fail such testing。〃
〃Without it he will surely die。〃
Triock snarled under his breath； then said grimly； 〃Yes。 Yes； Rock…brother。 You out see me。 Keep life within him。 I must prepare。〃
In a mood of sadness； Covenant saw that the yellow light was receding into gray around him。 He did not know how he could bear to lose it。 Raw； reviling fog had no right to outweigh graveling in the balance of the Land。 And there was no more hurtloam。 No more hurtloam； he repeated with an unexpected pang。 His sorrow turned to anger。 By hell！ Foul； he grated mutely； you can't do this。 I won't let you。 The hate for which he had been groping a night and a world earlier began to return to him。 With the strength of anger； he pried his eyes open。
Triock was standing over him。 The Stonedownor held his lomillialor rod as if he meant to drive it like a spike between Covenant's eyes。 In his hands； the white wood shone hotly； and steam plumed from it into the chill air。 A smell of wood sap joined the loamy odor of the graveling。
Muttering words that Covenant could not understand； Triock brought the rod down until its end touched the infected fever in his forehead。
At first； he felt nothing from the contact； the lomillialor pulsed effectlessly on his wound as if he were immune to it。 But then he was touched from another direction。 An exquisite ache of heat cut through the ice in his left palm； spreading from the ring he wore。 It sliced into him； then moved up through his wrist。 It hurt him as if it were flaying cold and flesh °ff his bones； but the pain gave him a kind of savage pleasure。 Soon his whole left arm was livid with excruciation。 And under the heat his bruises reawoke； came back from the dead。
When the hold of the ice had been broken that far； it began to give way in other places。 Warmth from the blankets reached toward his battered ribs。 The joints of his legs throbbed as if they had been kicked into consciousness。 In moments； his forehead remembered its anguish。
Then Triock transferred the tip of the High Wood from his forehead to the tight black swelling of his lip。 At once； agony erupted within him； and he plunged into it as if it were solace。
He returned to consciousness slowly； but when he opened his eyes he knew that he had bee steadier。 His wounds were not healed； both his forehead and mouth ached like goads embedded in his flesh； and his body moaned with bruises。 But the ice no longer gnawed his bones。 The swelling of his lip was reduced； and his sight had improved； as if the lenses of his eyes had been cleaned。 Yet he felt a private grief at the numbness which clung to his hands and feet。 His dead nerves had not yet rediscovered the health which he had learned to expect from the Land。
But he was alive…he was in the Land…he had seen Foamfollower。 He set aside the distress of his nerves for another time； and looked around him。
He lay in a small； sheer valley nestled among the mountains behind Kevin's Watch。 While he had been unconscious； the enshrouding sea of clouds had receded a few hundred feet； and now light snow filled the air like murmuring。 Alr