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Weak； ringless； and miserable though he was； Covenant still heard Triock； heard the whelming passion with which Triock told him that even now he did not know the worst； had not faced the worst。 And that munication made a difference to him。 It pushed him deep into his fear； down to a place in him which had not been touched by either capture or horror。 It drove him back to the calm which had been given to him in Morinmoss。 He seemed to remember a part of himself that had been hidden from him。 Something had been changed for him in the Forest； something which could not be taken away。 He caught hold of it； immersed himself in the gift。
A moment later； he raised his head as if he had e through a dark gulf of panic。 He was too weak to fight Triock； he had lost his ring； blood streamed from his damaged forehead into his eyes。 But he was no longer at the mercy of fear。
Blinking rapidly to clear his vision； he gasped up at Triock； 〃What's happened to them？〃
〃You have not seen！'' Triock roared。 Once more； he raised his fist to hammer the Unbeliever's face。 But before he could strike； a low voice manded simply； 〃Stop。〃
Triock jerked； struggling to plete his blow。
〃I have given you time。 Now I desire him to know what I do。〃
The mand held Triock； he could not strike。 Trembling； he wrenched away from Covenant； then spun back to point lividly toward the stone column and shout； 〃There！〃
Covenant lurched to his feet； wiped his eyes。
Midway between him and the upreared fist of stone stood Elena！
She was robed in radiant green velure； and she bore herself proudly； like a queen。 She seemed swathed in an aura of emeralds； her presence sparkled like gems when she smiled。 At once； without effort of assertion； she showed that she was the master of the situation。 The Ravers and Triock waited before her like subjects before their liege。
In her right hand she held a long staff。 It was metal…shod at both ends； and between its heels it was intricately carved with the runes and symbols of theurgy。
The Staff of Law。
But the wonder of its appearance there meant nothing to Covenant pared with the miracle of Elena's return。 He had loved her； lost her。 Her death at the hands of dead Kevin Landwaster had brought his second sojourn in the Land to an end。 Yet she stood now scarcely thirty feet from him。 She was smiling。
A thrill of joy shot through him。 The love which had tormented his heart since her fall rushed up in him until he felt he was about to burst with it。 Blood streamed from his eyes like tears。 Joy choked him so that he could not speak。 Half blinded； half weeping； he shrugged off his travail and started toward her as if he meant to throw himself down before her； kiss her feet。
Before he had crossed half the distance； she made a short gesture with the Staff； and at once a jolt of force hit him。 It drove the air from his lungs； pitched him to his hands and knees on the hard ground。
〃No；〃 she said softly； almost tenderly。 〃All your questions will be answered before I slay you； Thomas Covenant； ur…Lord and Unbeliever…beloved。〃 On her cold lips； the word beloved impugned him。 〃But you will not touch me。 You will e no closer。〃
A great weight leaned against his shoulders； held him to the ground。 He retched for air； but when he gasped it into his lungs； it hurt him as if he were inhaling disease。 The atmosphere around him reeked with her presence。 She pervaded the air like rot。 On a scale that dwarfed him； she smelled as he did…smelled like…leprosy。
He forced up his head； gaped gasping at her from under the streaming spike of his wound。
With a smile like a smirk or leer； she extended her left hand toward him and opened it； so that he could see lying in her palm his white gold wedding band。
Elena！ he retched voicelessly。 Elena！ He felt that he was being crushed under a burden of impenetrable circumstance。 In supplication and futility； he reached toward her； but she only laughed at him quietly； as if he were a masque of impotence enacted for her pleasure。
A moment passed before his anguish permitted him to see her clearly； and while he groveled without prehension； she shone defiantly before him like a soul of purest emerald。 But slowly he recovered his vision。 Like a reborn phoenix； she flourished in green loveliness。 Yet in some way she reminded him of the specter of Kevin Landwaster…a spirit dredged out of its uneasy grave by mands of irrefusable cruelty。 Her expression was as placid as power could make it； she radiated triumph and decay。 But her eyes were pletely lightless； dark。 It was as if the strange bifurcation； the dualness； of her sight had gone pletely to its other pole； away from the tangible things around her。 She seemed not to see where or who she was； what she did； her gaze was focused elsewhere； on the secret which pelled her。
She had bee a servant of the Despiser。 Even while she stood there with the Staff and the ring in her hands； Lord Foul's eyes held her like the eyes of a serpent。
In her violated beauty； Covenant beheld the doom of the Land。 It would be kept fair； so that Lord Foul could more keenly relish its ravishment…and it would be diseased to the marrow。
〃Elena；'' he panted； then paused； gagging at the reek of her。 〃Elena。 Look at me。〃
With a disdainful toss of her head； she turned away from him； moved a step or two closer to the stone pillar。 ' Triock；'' she manded lightly； 〃answer the Unbeliever's questions。 I do not wish him to be in ignorance。 His despair will make a pretty present for the master。〃
At once； Triock strode stiffly forward； and stood so that Covenant could see him without fighting the pressure which held him to the ground。 The Stonedownor's scowl had not changed； not abated one muscle or line of its vehemence； but his voice carried an odd undertow of grief。 He began roughly； as if he were reading an indictment： 〃You have asked where you are。 You are at Landsdrop。 Behind you lies the Fall of the River Landrider and the northmost reach of the Southron Range。 Before you stands the Colossus of the Fall。〃
Covenant panted at this information as if it interfered with his ragged efforts to breathe。
〃Perhaps the Lords〃…Triock hissed the word Lords in rage or desperation…〃have spoken to you of the Colossus。 In ages long past； it uttered the power of the One Forest to interdict its enemies the three Ravers from the Upper Land。 The Colossus has been silent for millennia…silent since men broke the spirit of the Forest。 Yet you may observe that turiya and moksha do not approach the stone。 While one Forestal still lives in the remnants of the Forest； the Colossus may not be altogether undone。 Thus it remains a thorn in the Despiser's mastery。
〃It is now Elena's purpose to destroy this stone。〃
Behind Covenant； both Ravers growled with pleasure at the thought。
〃This has not been possible until now。 Since this war began； Elena has stood here with the Staff of Law in support of the master's armies。 With the Staff's power； she has held this winter upon the Land； thus freeing the master for other war work。 This place was chosen for her so that she would be ready if the Colossus awoke…and so that she could destroy it if it did not awaken。 But it has resisted her。'' The hardness in his voice sounded almost like rage at Elena。 〃There is Earthpower in it yet。
〃But with the Staff and the wild magic； she will be capable。 She will throw the rubble of the Colossus from its cliff。 And when you have seen that no ancient bastion； however Earthpowerful and incorruptible； can stand against a servant of the master…then Elena Foul…wife will slay you where you kneel in your despair。 She will slay us all。〃 With a jerk of his head； he included Bannor and Foamfollower。
In horrific unison； the Ravers laughed。
Covenant writhed under the pressure which held him。 〃How？〃
His question could have meant many things； but Triock understood him。 〃Because the Law of Death has been broken！〃 he rasped。 Fury flamed in his voice； he could no longer contain it。 He watched Elena as she moved gracefully toward the Colossus； preparing herself to challenge it； and his voice blared