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SEVEN
Message to Revelstone
Though his jaws ached with protests； Triock gave the orders which sent several of his rades hurrying to collect supplies for Covenant； Foamfollower； and Lena。 In that moment； the giving of those orders seemed to be the hardest thing he had ever done。 The restraint which had allowed Covenant to live seven and forty years ago paled by parison。 The exertions which had brought Covenant to the Land now lost their meaning。 Lena Atiaran…daughter's desire to acpany the Unbeliever turned all Triock's long years of devotion to dust and loss； and all his lavish love had been wasted。
Yet he could not refuse her…could not； though he had the authority to do so。 He was one of Mithil Stonedown's Circle of elders； and by old Stonedown tradition； even marriages and long journeys were subject to the approval of the Circle。 Furthermore； he was the acknowledged leader of Mithil Stonedown's defense。 He could have manded Lena to stay at home； and if his reasons were valid； all the Stonedown would have fought to keep her。
His reasons were valid。 Lena was old； half confused。 She might hamper Covenant's movements； she might even risk his life again； as she had so recently。 She would be in danger from all the enemies between Mithil Stonedown and Foul's Creche。 Covenant was the one man responsible for her condition； the man who had permanently warped the channel of her life。 And he； Triock son of Thuler…he loved her。
Yet he gave the orders。 He had never loved Lena in a way which would have enabled him to control her。 At one time； he had been ready to break his Oath of Peace for her； but throughout most of his life now he had kept it for her。 He had done his utmost to raise her daughter free of shame and outrage。 He could not begin now to refuse the cost of a love to which he had so entirely given himself。
Once that ordeal was over； he grew somewhat calmer。 In the back of his heart； he believed that if there were any hope for the Land in Thomas Covenant； it depended upon Covenant's responses to Lena。 Then his chief bitterness lay in the fact that he himself could not acpany Covenant could not go along to watch over Lena。 He had his own work to do； work which he acknowledged and approved。 Through the yearning clench of his jaws； he told himself that he would have to rely on Saltheart Foamfollower。
With a brusque movement； he pushed the gray snow out of his eyes and looked toward the Giant。 Foamfollower met his gaze； came over to him； and said； 〃Be easy at heart； my friend。 You know that I am not an inconsiderable ally。 I will do all I can for both。〃
〃Take great care；〃 Triock breathed through his teeth。 〃The eyes which saw our work upon Kevin's Watch are yet open。 We did not close them in this battle。〃
Foamfollower studied this thought for a moment； then said； 〃If that is true； then it is you who must take the greatest care。 You bear your High Wood into the hazard of the South Plains。〃
Triock shrugged。 〃High Wood or white gold…we must all tread cunningly。 I can send none of my people with you。〃
With a nod of approval； the Giant said； 〃I would refuse if they were offered。 You will need every sword。 The mountains where you will seek this Unfettered One are many leagues distant； and you will be required to fight much of your way。〃
The clench of Triock's teeth made his voice rasp harshly。 〃I take none but Quirrel and Yeurquin with me。〃
Foamfollower started to protest； but Triock cut him off。 〃I need the speed of few panions。 And Mithil Stonedown stands now in its gravest peril。 For the first time； we have given open battle to the marauders。 With the power we revealed on Kevin's Watch； and the strength of our victory here； we have declared beyond question that we are not mere vagabond warriors； seeking refuge in lifeless homes。 We have defended our Stonedown…we are an unbeaten people。 Therefore the enemy will return against us with a host to dwarf this last band。 No； Rockbrother；〃 he concluded grimly； 〃every war…ready hand must remain to hold what we have won…lest our foes break upon the Stonedown like a wave and leave not one home standing。〃
After a moment； Foamfollower sighed。 〃I hear you。 Ah； Triock… these are grave times indeed。 I will rest easier when my friend Mhoram son Of Variol has received word of what we do。〃
〃You believe I will succeed？〃
〃Who can if you cannot？ You are hardy and knowledgeable； familiar with plains and mountains…and marauders。 You have accepted the need； though your feet yearn to follow other paths。 Those who pursue their heart's desire risk more subtle failures and treacheries。 In some ways； it is well to leave your soul wish in other hands。〃 He spoke musingly； as if in his thoughts he were paring Triock's position with his own。 〃You can acplish this message purely。〃
〃I reap one other blessing also；〃 Triock returned through a mouthful of involuntary gall。 〃The burden of mercy falls on your shoulders。 Perhaps you will bear it more easily。〃
Foamfollower sighed again； then smiled gently。 〃Ah； my friend； I know nothing of mercy。 My own need for it is too great。〃
The sight of Foamfollower's smiling regret made Triock wish that he could protest against what the Giant said。 But he understood only too well the plex loss and rue which weighed on Foamfollower。 Instead； he returned the best smile he could manage and saluted Foamfollower from the bottom of his heart。 Then he turned away to make his own preparations for travel。
In a short time； he packed blankets； an extra cloak； a small stoneware pot of graveling； supplies of dried meat； cheese； and fruit； and a knife to replace the one he had given Covenant； in a knapsack。 He took only a few moments to whet his sword； and to secure his lomillialor rod in the tunic belt under his cloak。 Yet when he returned to the open center of the Stonedown； he found Covenant； Foamfollower； and Lena ready to depart。 Lena carried her own few belongings in a pack like his； Foamfollower had all the supplies for the three of them in his leather sack； which he slung easily over his shoulder； and Covenant's wounded face held a look of intentness or frustration； as if only the hurt on his mouth kept him from plaining impatiently。 In that look； Triock caught a glimpse of how fragile Covenant's avowed hatred was。 It did not appear to be a sustaining Passion。 Triock shivered。 A foreboding distrust told him that Thomas Covenant's resolve or passion would not suffice。
But he clenched the thought to himself as he returned Foamfollower's final salute。 There was nothing he could say。 And a moment later； the Giant arid his two panions had disappeared northward between the houses。
Their footmarks filled with snow and faded from sight until Mithil Stonedown seemed to retain no record of their passing。
Gruffly； Triock said to Yeurquin and Quirrel； 〃We also must depart We must leave this valley while the snow holds。〃
His two friends nodded without question。 Their faces were empty of expression； they looked like people from whom bat had drained all other considerations…carried their short javelins as if the killing of enemies were their sole interest。 From them； Triock drew a kind of serenity。 He was no High Wood wielder to them； no bearer of burdens which would have bent the back of a Lord。 He was only a man； fighting as best he could for the Land； without pretensions to wisdom or prophecy。 This was a proper role for a Cattleherd in times of war； and he weled it。
Girded by the readiness of his panions； he went to the other elders and spent a short time discussing with them Mithil Stonedown's precautions against future attacks。 Then he left his home to them and went out into the snow again as if it were the duty of his life。
Flanked by Quirrel and Yeurquin； he left the village by the northward road； and crossed without stealth the stone bridge to the western side of the valley。 He wanted to make good time while the snow cover lasted； so he stayed on the easiest route until he neared the end of the horn of mountains which formed the Mithil valley's western wall。 At that point； he moved off the road and started up into the foothills that clung around the tip of the horn。
He intended to skirt the peaks west and south almost as far as Doom's Retreat； then swing northwest toward the isolated wedge of mountains which defended the South Plains from Garroting Deep。 He could not take the straight march westward。 In the open Plains； he would certainly encounter marauders； and when he did； he would have to flee wherever they chased him。 So he chose the rugged terrain of the foothills。 The higher ground would give him both a vantage from which to watch for enemies and a cover in which to hide from them。
Yet； as he plodded upward through the snow； he feared the choice he had made。 In the foothills； he would need twenty days to reach those mountains beyond Doom's Retreat； twenty days would be lost before he could begin to search for the Unfettered One。 In that time； Covenant and his panions might travel all the way to Landsdrop or beyond。 Then any message which the High Lord might receive would be too late； Covenant would be beyond any hand but the Gray Slayer's。
With that dread in his heart； he began the arduous work of rounding the promontory。
He and his rades had reached the first lee beyond the horn when the snowfall ended； late that afternoon。 There he ordered a halt。 Instead of running the risk of being seen…brown against the gray slush of the snow he made camp and let the long weariness which had been his constant panion since he first began fighting lull him to sleep。
Sometime after nightfall； Yeurquin awakened him。 They moved on again； chewing strips of dried meat to keep some warmth in their bones； and washing the salt from their throats with mouthfuls of the unsavory snow。 In the cloud…locked darkness； they made slow progress。 And every league took them farther from the hills they knew most intimately。 After a tortuous and unsuccessful effort to scale one bluff slope； Triock cursed the dreary clasp of the sky and turned to descend toward easier ground nearer the Plains。
For most of the night； they traveled the lower hillsides； but when they felt dawn crouching near； they climbed again to regain their vantage。 They pushed upward until they gained a high ridge from which they could see a long stretch of the way they had e。 There they stopped。 During the gray seepage of day into the air； they opened their smokeless graveling pots and cooked one hot meal。 When they were done； they waited until the wind had obliterated all their tracks。 Then they set watches； slept。
They followed this pattern for two more days…down out of the foothills at dusk； long； dark night…trek； back toward higher ground at dawn for one hot meal and sleep…and during these three days； they saw no sign of any life； human or animal； friend or foe； anywhere； they were alone in the cold gray world and the forlorn wind。 Trudging as if they were half crippled by the snow； they pressed themselves through the chapped solitude toward Doom's Retreat。 Aside from the unpredictably crisp or muffled noises of their own movement； they heard nothing but the over…stressed cracklings of the ice and the scrapings of the wind； fractured in their ears by the rumpled hills。
But in the dawn of the fourth day； while they watched the wind slowly filling the footmarks of their train； they saw a dull； ugly； yellow movement cross one rib of the hills below them and e hunting upward in their direction。 Triock counted ten in the pack。
〃Kresh！〃 Yeurquin spat under his breath。
Quirrel nodded。 〃And hunting us。 It must be that they passed downwind of us during the night。〃
Triock shivered。 The fearsome yellow wolves were not familiar to the people of the South Plains； until the last few years； the kresh had lived primarily in the regions north of Ra； foraging into the North Plains when they could not get Ranyhyn…flesh。 And many thousands of them had been slain in the great battle of Doom's Retreat。 Yet they soon replenished their numbers； and now scavenged in every part of the Land where the hand of the Lords no longer held sway。 Triock had never had to fight kresh； but he