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That knowledge violated the Oath of Peace。 To his horror； Mhoram had e to perceive that the Oath itself was the essential blindness； the incapacity which had prevented the new Lords from penetrating to the heart of Kevin's Lore。 When the first new Lords； and all the Land with them； had taken the Oath； articulated their highest ideal and deepest mitment by forswearing all violent； destructive passions； all human instincts for murder and ravage and contempt…when they had bound themselves with the Oath； they had unwittingly numbed themselves to the basic vitality of the Old Lords' power。 Therefore High Lord Mhoram feared to share his secret。 It was a strength which could only be used if the wielders denied the most basic promise of their lives。 It was a weapon which could only be used by a person who had cast down all defenses against despair。
And the temptation to use that weapon would be strong； perhaps irrefusable。 Mhoram did not need oracular dreams to foresee the peril which Lord Foul the Despiser was preparing for the defenders of the Land。 He could feel it in the frigid winter wind。 And he knew that Trothgard was already under attack。 The siege of Revelwood was under way even while he sat in his private quarters； staring morosely at a marrowmeld sculpture。
He could taste in his own mouth the desperation which had led High Lord Kevin to Kiril Threndor and the Ritual of Desecration。 Power was dreadful and treacherous。 When it was not great enough to acplish its wielder's desires； it turned against the hands which held it。 High Lord Elena's fate only repeated the lesson of Kevin Landwaster； he had possessed far more power than the new Lords could ever hope for； now that the Staff of Law was gone； and all his might had achieved nothing but his own ineluctable despair and the ruin of the Land。 Mhoram feared to share that danger by revealing his secret。 He was appalled to think he was in such peril himself。
Yet this withholding of knowledge ran against every grain of his character。 He believed intensely that the refusal to share knowledge demeaned both the denier and the denied。 By keeping the secret to himself； he prevented Callindrill and Amatin and Trevor and Loerya and every Lorewarden or student of the Staff from finding within themselves the strength to refuse Desecration； he placed himself falsely in the position of a judge who had weighed them and found them wanting。 For this reason ten years ago he had argued passionately against the Council's decision to withhold from Hile Troy the knowledge of Elena's parentage。 That decision had lessened Troy's control over his own fate。 Yet how could he； Mhoram； bear the responsibility of sharing his secret if that sharing led to the Land's destruction？ Better that the evil should be done by the Despiser than by a Lord。
When he heard the abrupt knock at his door； he said； 〃Enter；〃 at once。 He was expecting a message； and he knew from the sound of the knock who his visitor was。 He did not look up from his contemplation of the sculpture as Warmark Quaan strode into the chamber and presented himself at the table。
But Quaan remained silent； and Mhoram sensed that the old Warmark was waiting to meet his gaze。 With an inward sigh； the High Lord raised his head。 In Quaan's age… and sun…weathered face； he read that the news was not what they had hoped it would be。
Mhoram did not offer Quaan a seat； he could see that the Warmark preferred to stand。 They had sat together often enough in the past。 After all the experiences they had shared； they were old rades…though Quaan； who was twenty years younger than Mhoram； looked twenty years older。 And the High Lord frequently found Quaan's blunt； soldierly candor soothing。 Quaan was a follower of the Sword who had no desire to know any secrets of the Staff。
Despite his seventy years； Quaan carried proudly the insignia of his office： the yellow breastplate with its twin black diagonal slashes； the yellow headband； and the ebony sword。 His gnarled hands hung at his sides as if they were ready to snatch up weapons at any moment。 But his pale eyes were disquieted。
Mhoram met the Warmark's gaze steadily and said； 〃Well； my friend？〃
〃High Lord；〃 Quaan said brusquely； 〃the Loresraat has e。〃
Mhoram could see that the Warmark had more to say than this。 His eyes asked Quaan to continue。
〃All the Lorewardens and students have made the journey from Trothgard safely；〃 Quaan responded。 〃The libraries of the Loresraat and the Wards have been brought here intact。 All the visitors and those made homeless by the march of Satansfist's army through the Center Plains have e seeking sanctuary。 Revelwood is besieged。〃
He stopped again； and Mhoram asked quietly； 〃What word do the Lorewardens bring of that army？〃
〃It is…vast； High Lord。 It assaults the Valley of Two Rivers like a sea。 The Giant…Raver Satansfist bears with him the…the same power which we saw in Fleshharrower at the battle of Doriendor Corishev。 He easily overcame the river fords of the Rill and Llurallin。 Revelwood will soon fall to him。〃
The High Lord put a measure of sternness in his voice to counter Quaan's dismay。 〃We were forewarned； Warmark。 When the Giant…Raver and his horde climbed Landsdrop to the north of the Plains of Ra； the Ramen sent word to us。 Therefore the Loresraat has been preserved。〃
Quaan braced one hand on his sword and said； 〃Lord Callindrill has remained in Revelwood。〃
Mhoram winced in painful surprise。
〃He has remained to defend the tree city。 With him are five Howard manded by Hiltmark Amorine…also Sword…Elder Drinishok and Staff…Elder Asuraka。〃
After the first jolt of the news； the High Lord's gold…flecked irises concentrated dangerously。 〃Warmark； the Council manded that Revelwood should be defended only by those of the lillianrill who could not bear to abandon it。 The Council manded that the battle for the Land should take place here〃…he slapped the table with his palm…〃where we can exact the greatest possible price for our lives。〃
〃You and I are not at Revelwood；〃 Quaan replied bluntly。 〃Who there could mand Lord Callindrill to turn aside from his purpose？ Amorine could not…you know this。 They are bound together by the costs they bore at Doriendor Corishev。 Nor could she leave him alone。 Nor could she refuse the aid of the Elders。〃
His voice was sharp in Hiltmark Amorine's defense； but he stopped when Mhoram with a distracted gesture waved all questions of anger aside。 They remained together in silence for a moment。 The High Lord felt an aching anticipation of grief； but he forced it down。 His eyes wandered back to the bust on the table。 Softly； he said； 〃Has this word been given to Faer Callindrill…mate？〃
〃Corimini the Eldest of the Loresraat went to her at once。 Callindrill studied with him； and he has known them both for many years。 He apologized for not first paying his respects to the High Lord。〃
Mhoram shrugged away the need for any apology。 His helplessness to reach Callindrill hurt him。 He was six days from Revelwood by horse。 And he could not call upon the Ranyhyn。 The Despiser's army had effectively cut Revelstone off from the Plains of Ra