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possess an added weapon。 Melenkurion abatha！ This is a great evil。〃
For a moment； he stood silent as if in dismay； and m distress filled the Hafts as they tasted the magnitude of the ill he described。 But then he drew himself up； and his eyes flashed around the circle。 〃Yet it is always thus with the Despiser。 Let not the knowledge of this evil blind you or weaken you。 Lord Foul seeks to turn all the good of the Land to harm and corruption。 Our task is clear。 We must find the strength to turn harm and corruption to good。 For that reason we fight。 If we falter now； we bee like Fleshharrower unwilling enemies of the Land。〃
His stern words steadied the Hafts； helped them to
recover their resolve。 However； before he or Troy could continue； Lord Verement said harshly； 〃What of the Giants； Mhoram？ What of the mission？ How many other souls have already been lost to the Despiser？〃
Verement had entered the circle across from Troy while Lord Callindrill had been speaking。 The clouds on Troy's sight prevented him from seeing Verement's expression； but when the Lord spoke his voice was raw with bitterness。 〃Answer； Mhoram。 Seer and oracle！ Is Hyrim dead also？ Do any Giants yet live？〃
Troy felt Verement's bitterness as an attack on the Warward； and he used words like whips to strike back。 〃That isn't our concern。 There's nothing we can do about it。 We're stuck here…we're going to live or die here！ It doesn't matter what's happening anywhere else。〃 In his heart； he felt that he was betraying the Giants； but he had no choice。 〃All we can do is fight！ Do you hear me？〃
〃I hear you。〃 Lord Verement fell silent as if he understood Troy's vehemence； and the Warmark seized his chance to change the subject。
〃All right；〃 he said to the whole circle。 〃At least now we know where we stand。 Now I'll tell you what we're going to do about it。 I have a plan； and with Lord Mhoram's help I'm going to make it work。〃
Bracing himself； he said bluntly； 〃We're going to leave here。 Fleshharrower and his army probably won't arrive before midday tomorrow。 By that time； we will be long gone。〃
The Hafts gaped and blinked momentarily as they realized that he was ordering another march。 Then several of them groaned aloud； and others recoiled as if he had struck them。 Even Quaan winced openly。 Troy wanted to rush into explanations； but he contained himself until Amorine stepped forward and protested； 〃Warmark； why will your former plan not suffice？ The warriors have given their utmost to gain Doom's Retreat as you manded。 Why must we leave？〃
〃Because Foul's army is too goddamn big！〃 He did not want to shout； but for a while he could not stop。
himself。 〃We've killed ten thousand kresh and a couple thousand ur…viles。 But the rest of that army is still out there！ It's not three times bigger than we are…or even five times bigger！ Fleshharrower has twenty times our numbers； twenty！ I've seen them。〃 With an effort； he caught hold of his pointless fury； jerked it down。 〃My old plan was a good one while it lasted；〃 he went on。 〃But it just didn't take into account that Foul's army might be so big。 Now there's only two things that can happen。 If that Giant sends his army in here just ten or twenty thousand at a time； the fight is going to last for weeks。 But we've only got food for six days…we'll starve to death in here。 And if he cuts through in one big blast； he'll get control of both ends of the Retreat。 Then we'll be trapped； and he can pick us off in his own good time。
〃Now listen to me！〃 he shouted again at the chagrined Hafts。 〃I'm not going to let us get slaughtered as long as there is anything I can do to stop it…anything at all！ And there is one thing； just one！ I've got one more trick to play in this game； and I'm going to play it if I have to carry every one of you on my back！〃
He glared around the circle； trying to fill his eyeless stare with authority； mand； some kind of power that would make the Warward obey him。 〃We will march at dawn tomorrow。〃
Darkness shrouded his sight； but in the firelight he could see Quaan's face。 The old veteran was wrestling with himself； struggling to find the strength for this new demand。 He closed his eyes briefly； and all the Hafts waited for him as if he had their courage in his hands； to uphold or deny as he saw fit。 When he opened his eyes； his face seemed to sag with fatigue。 But his voice was steady。
〃Warmark； where will we march？〃
〃West for now；〃 Troy replied quickly； 〃toward those old ruins。 It won't be too bad。 If we handle things right； we can go slower than we have so far。〃
〃Will you tell us your plan？〃
〃No。〃 Troy was tempted to say； If I tell you； you'll be so horrified that you'll never follow me。 But instead
he added； 〃I want to keep it to myself for a while get it ready。 You'll just have to trust me。〃 He sounded to himself like a man falling out of a tree； shouting to the people above him as he fell that he would catch them。
〃Warmark；〃 Quaan said stiffly； 〃you know that I will always trust you。 We all trust you。〃
〃Yes； I know；〃 Troy sighed。 A sudden weariness flooded over him； and he could barely hear his own voice。 He had already fallen a long way since he had left Revelstone。 Miscalculations denuded his ideas of all their vitality； divested them of their power to save。 He wondered how many other things he would have torn from him before this war was done。 A long moment passed before he could find enough energy to say； 〃There's one more thing。 It's got to be done we don't have any choice anymore。 We've got to leave some people behind。 To try to hold the Retreat make Fleshharrower think we're still here…slow him down。 It'll be suicide； so we'll need volunteers。 Two or three Eoward should be enough to make it work。〃
Quaan and Amorine took this stolidly； they were warriors； familiar with this kind of thinking。 But before Troy could say anything else； Lord Verement sprang into the circle。 〃No！〃 he barked； striking the ground with his staff。 〃None will be left behind。 I forbid it！〃
Now Troy could see him clearly。 His lean face looked as sharp as if it had been taken to a grindstone； and his eyes flamed keenly。 Troy's throat felt abruptly bone…dry。 With difficulty； he said； 〃Lord Verement； I'm sorry。 I've got no choice。 This march'll kill the warriors unless they can go more slowly。 So somebody has got to gain them time。〃
〃Then I will do it！〃 Verement's tone was raw。 〃I will hold Doom's Retreat。 It is a fit place for me。〃
〃You can't；〃 Troy objected； almost stammering。 〃I can't let you。 I'll need you with me。〃 Unable to bear the force of Verement's gaze； he turned to Lord Mhoram for help。
〃Warmark Troy speaks truly；〃 Mhoram said carefully。 〃Death will not heal your grief。 And you will
be sorely needed in the days ahead。 You must e with us。〃 ；
〃By the Seven！〃 Verement cried。 〃Do you not hear me？ I have said that I will remain！ Shetra my wife is lost！ She whom I loved with all my strength； and yet did not love enough。 Melenkurion！ Do not speak to me of cannot or must！ I will remain。 No warriors will be left behind。〃
Mhoram cut in； 〃Lord Verement； do you believe that you are able to defeat Fleshharrower？〃
But Verement did not reply to that question。 〃Heal Callindrill；〃 he said harshly。 〃I will require you both。 And call the Bloodguard from the Plains。 I start at dawn。〃 Then he swung away； and stalked out of the circle into the night。
His departure left Troy bewildered and exhausted。 He felt that the burden of the Warward already clung to his shoulders； bent his back so that he moved as if he were decrepit。 His confused fatigue made him unfit for speeches； and he dismissed the Hafts abruptly。 As he did so； he felt that he was failing them…that they needed him to lead them； give them a strong figure around which they could rally。 But he had no strength。 He went to his blankets as if he hoped that some kind of fortitude would e to him in a dream。
He sank at once into exhaustion； and slept until
sleep was no longer possible for him until the sun
rise above the mountains filled his brain with shapes
and colors。 When he arose； he discovered that he had
slept through all the noise of the Warward as it broke
camp and began its march。 Already the last Eoward
were shambling away from Doom's Retreat。 They
trudged as if they were maimed into the dry； heat
pale land of the Southron Wastes。
Cursing dully at his weakness； he grabbed a few bites of the food Ruel offered him； then hurried away toward the Retreat。
There he found Callindrill and Mhoram； with a small group of Bloodguard。 On either side of the defile's southern end； the Lords had climbed as high as they could up the scree into the jumbled boulders piled against the canyon walls。 From these positions； they
plied their staffs in a way that cast a haze across the air between them。
Beyond them； in Doom's Retreat itself； Lord Verement clambered over the rocks and fallen shale。 As he moved； he waved the fire of his staff like a torch against the darkness of the cliffs。 Only Thomin acpanied him。
Troy looked closely at Callindrill。 The wounded Lord looked wan and tired； and sweat glistened on his pale forehead； but he stood on his own； and wielded his staff firmly。 Troy