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fenders of the Land。 Its glory was their deepest love。 Yet in one way or another; Lord Foul had outdone them all; seen them all taken to their graves while he endured and ravaged。 They hated him with a blazing hate that seemed to overwhelm Covenant's individual rage。
But instead of moving him to obey; their vehemence washed away his fury; his power for battle。 Violence drained out of him; giving place to sorrow for them…a sorrow so great that he could hardly contain it; hardly hold back his tears。 They had earned obedience from him; they had a right to his rage。 But their demand made his intuitions clear to him。 He remembered Foamfollower's former lust for killing。 He still had something to do; something which could not be done with rage。 Anger was only good for fighting; for resistance。 Now it could suborn the very thing he had striven to achieve。
In a voice thick with grief; he answered the Lords; 〃I can't kill him。 He always survives when you try to kill him。 He es back stronger than ever the next time。 Despite is like that。 I can't kill him。〃
His reply stunned them。 For a moment; they trembled with astonishment and dismay。 Then Kevin asked in horror; 〃Will you let him live?〃
Covenant could not respond directly; could not give a direct answer。 But he clung to the strait path of his intuition。 For the first time since his battle with the Despiser had begun; he turned to Saltheart Foamfollower。
The Giant stood chained to the wall; watching avidly everything that happened。 The bloody flesh of his wrists and ankles showed how hard he had tried to break free; and his face looked as if it had been wrung dry by all the things he had been forced to behold。 But he was essentially unharmed; essentially whole。 Deep in his cavernous eyes; he seemed to understand Covenant' s dilemma。 '' You have done well; my dear friend;〃 he breathed when Covenant met his gaze。 〃 I trust whatever choice your heart makes。''
〃There's no choice about it;〃 Covenant panted; fighting to hold back his tears。 〃I'm not going to kill him。 He'11 just e back。 I don't want that on my head。 No; Foamfollower…my friend。 It's up to you now。 You…and them。'' He nodded toward the livid; spectral Lords。 〃Joy is in the ears that hear…remember? You told me that。 I've got joy for you to hear。 Listen to me。 I've beaten the Despiser…this time。 The Land is safe…for now。 I swear it。 Now I want…Foamfollower!〃 Involuntary tears blurred his sight。 〃I want you to laugh。 Take joy in it。 Bring some joy into this bloody hole。 Laugh!〃 He swung back to shout at the Lords; 〃Do you hear me? Let Foul alone! Heal yourselves!〃
For a long moment that almost broke his will; there was no sound in the thronehall。 Lord Foul blazed contempt at his captor; the Lords stood aghast; unprehending; Foamfollower hung in his chains as if the burden were too great for him to bear。
〃Help me!〃 Covenant cried。
Then slowly his plea made itself felt。 Some prophecy in his words touched the hearts that heard him。 With a terrible effort; Saltheart Foamfollower; the last of the Giants; began to laugh。
It was a gruesome sound at first; writhing in his fetters; Foamfollower spat out the laugh as if it were a curse。 On that level; the Lords were able to share it。 In low voices; they aimed bursts of contemptuous scorn; jeering hate; at the beaten Despiser。 But as Foamfollower fought to laugh; his muscles loosened。 The constriction of his throat and chest relaxed; allowing a pure wind of humor to blow the ashes of rage and pain from his lungs。 Soon something like joy; something like real mirth; appeared in his voice。
The Lords responded。 As it grew haler; Foamfollower's laugh became infectious; it drew the grim specters with it。 They began to unclench their hate。 Clean humor ran through them; gathering momentum as it passed。 Foamfollower gained joy from them; and they began to taste his joy。 In moments; all their contempt or scorn had fallen away。 They were no longer laughing to express their outrage at Lord Foul; they were not laughing at him at all。 To their own surprise; they were laughing for the pure joy of laughter; for the sheer satisfaction and emotional ebullience of mirth。
Lord Foul cringed at the sound。 He strove to sustain his defiance; but could not。 With a cry of mingled pain and fury; he covered his face and began to change。 The years melted off his frame。 His hair darkened; beard grew stiffer; with astonishing speed; he was being younger。 And at the same time he lost solidity; stature。 His body shrank and faded with every undone age。 Soon he was a youth again; barely visible。
Still the change did not stop。 From a youth he became a child; growing steadily younger as he vanished。 For an instant; he was a loud infant; squalling in his ancient frustration。 Then he disappeared altogether。
As they laughed; the Lords also faded。 With the Despiser vanquished; they went back to their natural graves…ghosts who had at last gained something other than torment from the breaking of the Law of Death。 Covenant and Foamfollower were left alone。
Covenant was weeping out of control now。 The exhaustion of his ordeal had caught up with him。 He felt too frail to lift his head; too weary to live any longer。 Yet he had one more thing to do。 He had promised that the Land would be safe。 Now he had to ensure its safety。
〃Foamfollower?〃 he wept。 〃My friend?〃 With his voice; he begged the Giant to understand him; he lacked the strength to articulate what he had to do。
〃Do not fear for me;〃 Foamfollower replied。 He sounded strangely proud; as if Covenant had honored him in some rare way。 〃Thomas Covenant; ur…Lord and Unbeliever; brave white gold wielder…I desire no other end。 Do whatever you must; my friend。 I am at Peace。 I have beheld a marvelous story。〃
Covenant nodded in the blindness of his tears。 Foamfollower could make his own decisions。 With the flick of an idea; he broke the Giant's chains; so that Foamfollower could at least attempt to escape if he chose。 Then all Covenant's awareness of his friend became ashes。
As he shambled numbly across the floor; he tried to tell himself that he had found his answer。 The answer to death was to make use of it rather than fall victim to it…master it by making it serve his goals; beliefs。 This was not a good answer。 But it was the only answer he had。
Following the nerves of his face; he reached toward the Illearth Stone as if it were the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of life and death。
As soon as he touched it; his ring's waning might reawoke。 Immense red…green fire pillared upward; towered out of the Stone and his ring like a pinnacle tall enough to pierce the heavens。 As he felt its power tearing through the battered hull or conduit of his being; he knew that he had found his fire; the fire for which he was apt like autumn leaves or a bad manuscript。 In the heart of the whirling gale; the pillar of force; he knelt beside the Stone and put his arms around it like a man embracing immolation。 New blood from his poisoned lip ran down his chin; dripped into the green and was vaporized。
With each moment; the conjunction of the two powers produced more and more might。 Like a lifeless and indomitable heart of fury; the Illearth Stone pulsed in Covenant's arms; laboring in mindless; automatic reflex to destroy him rather than be destroyed。 And he hugged it to his breast like a chosen fate。 He could not slay the Corruption; but he could at least try to break this corruptive tool; without it; any surviving remnant of the Despiser would have to work ages longer to regain his lost power。 Covenant embraced the Stone; gave himself to its fire; and strove with the last tatters of his will to tear it asunder。
The green…white; white…green holocaust grew until it filled the thronehall; grew until it hurricaned up through the stone out of the bowels of Ridjeck Thome。 Like fighters locked mortally at each other's throats; emerald and argent galled and blasted; gyring upward at velocities which no undefended granite could withstand。 In long pain; the roots of the promontory trembled。 Walls bent; great chunks of ceiling fell; weaker stones melted and ran like water。
Then a convulsion shook the Creche。 Gaping cracks shot through the floors; sped up the walls; as if they were headlong in mad flight。 The promontory itself began to quiver and groan。 Muffled detonations sent great clouds of debris up through the cracks and crevices。 Hotash Slay danced in rapid spouts。 The towers leaned like willows in a bereaving wind。
With a blast that jolted the Sea; the whole center of the promontory exploded into the air。 In a rain of boulders; Creche fragments as large as homes; villages; the wedge split open from tip to base。 Acpanied by cataclysmic thunder; the rent halves toppled in ponderous; monumental agony away from each other into the Sea。
At once; ocean crashed into the gap from the east; and lava poured into it from the west。 Their impact obscured in steam and fiery sibilation the seething caldron of Ridjeck Thome's collapse; the sky…shaking fury of sea and stone and fire…obscured everything except the power which blazed from the core of the destruction。
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