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Through the gathering roar of the fall； he heard Morin shout； 〃High Lord！〃 The next instant； she flashed by him； riding Myrha straight down the outer edge of the slide。 Fifty feet below him； she swung into the avalanche。 With a wild cry； she whirled the Staff of Law and struck the fall。
Fire blazed up through the slide。 Like a suddenly clenched fist； the rubble around Covenant stopped moving。 His own momentum knocked him backward； but he jumped up again in time to meet Bannor as the Bloodguard landed his Ranyhyn on the small patch of steady ground。 Bannor caught Covenant with one hand； swung him across the Ranyhyn's back； charged away out of the slide。
When they reached the relatively still ground against the cliff wall； Covenant saw that Elena had saved him at the risk of herself。 The stasis which she had applied to the slipping tons of the avalanche was not large enough to include her own position。 And an instant later； that stasis broke。 An extra breaker of rubble dropped toward her。
She had no second chance to wield the Staff。 Almost at once； the wave of scree crashed over her and Myrha。
An instant later； she appeared downhill from Myrha。
The Ranyhyn's great strength momentarily sheltered her。
But the fall piled against Myrha's chest。 And Covenant's mustang； still madly fighting the slide； hurtled toward the Ranyhyn。 Instinctively； Covenant tried to run back into the avalanche to help Elena。 But Bannor held him back with one hand。
He started to struggle； then stopped as a long clingor rope flicked out over the slide and caught the High Lord's wrist。 With his Ranyhyn braced against the wall below Covenant and Bannor； First Mark Morin flung out his line； and the adhesive leather snared Elena。 She reacted immediately。 〃Flee！〃 she yelled to Myrha； then clutched the Staff and heaved against the waistdeep flow of scree as Morin pulled her to safety。
Though the great mare was battered and bleeding； she had other intentions。 With a tremendous exertion； she lunged out of the mustang's path。 As the screaming horse tumbled past； she turned and caught its reins in her teeth。
For one intense moment； she held the mustang； hauled it to its feet； swung it in the direction of the wall。
Then the avalanche swept them down a steep bulge。 The sudden plunge sank her。 With a rushing cry； the weight of the landslide poured over her。
Somehow； the mustang kept its feet； struggled on down the slope。 But Myrha did not reappear。
Covenant hugged his stomach as if he were about to retch。 Below him； Elena cried； 〃Myrha！ Ranyhyn！〃 The passion in her voice appalled him。 Several moments passed before he realized that his rescue had carried his panions more than two…thirds of the way down the slide。
〃e；〃 Bannor said flatly。 〃The balance has broken。 There will be more falls。 We are imperiled here。〃 His efforts had not even quickened his breathing。
Numbly； Covenant sat behind Bannor as his Ranyhyn picked its way along the wall to the High Lord and Morin。 Elena looked stricken； astonished with grief。 Covenant wanted to throw his arms around her； but the Bloodguard gave him no chance。 Bannor took him on
down the slope； and Morin followed with the High Lord riding emptily at his back。
They found Amok awaiting them on the grass at the bottom of the valley。 His eyes held something that resembled concern as he approached the High Lord and helped her to dismount。 〃Pardon me；〃 he said quietly。 〃I have brought you pain。 What could I do？ I was not made to be of use in such needs。〃
〃Then begone；〃 Elena replied harshly。 〃I have no more use for you this day。〃
Amok's gaze constricted as if the High Lord had hurt him。 But he obeyed tier promptly。 With a bow and a wave； he wiped himself out of sight。
Dismissing him with a grimace； Elena turned toward the landslide。 The piled rubble creaked and retorted more fiercely now； promising other slides at any moment； but she ignored the hazard to kneel at the foot of the scree。 She bent forward as if she were presenting her back to a whip； and tears streaked her voice as she moaned； 〃Alas； Ranyhyn！ Alas； Myrha！ My failure has slain you。〃
Covenant hurried to her。 He ached to throw his arms around her； but her grief restrained him。 With an effort； he said； 〃It's my fault。 Don't blame yourself。 I should know how to ride better。〃 Hesitantly； he reached out and stroked her neck。
His touch seemed to turn her pain to anger。 She did not move； but she screamed at him； 〃Let me be！ This is indeed your doing。 You should not have sent the Ranyhyn to Lena my mother。〃
He recoiled as if she had struck him。 At once； his own instinctive ire flamed。 The panic of his fall had filled his veins with a tinder that burned suddenly。 Her quick recrimination changed him in an instant。 It was as if the peace of his past days had been transformed abruptly into umbrage and leper's vehemence。 He was mute with outrage。 Trembling； he turned and stalked away。
Neither Bannor nor Morin followed him。 Already they were busy tending the cuts and abrasions of their Ranyhyn and his mustang。 He strode past them； went
on down the valley like a scrap of frail ire fluttering helplessly along the breeze。
After a while； the dull detonations of the landslide began to fade behind him。 He kept on walking。 The smell of the grass tried to beguile him； and within the pine stands a consoling susurrous and gloom； a soft； quiet； sweet rest； beckoned him。 He ignored them； paced by with a jerky； mechanical stride。 Thick anger roiled his brain； drove him forward。 Again！ he cried to himself。 Every woman he loved…！ How could such a thing happen twice in the same life？
He went on until he had covered almost a league。； Then he found himself beside a trilling stream。 Here the bottom of the valley was uneven on both sides of the brook。 He searched along it until he found a grassmatted gully from which he could see nothing of the valley's northward reach。 There he threw himself down on his stomach to gnaw the old bone of his outrage。
Time passed。 Soon shadows crossed the valley as the sun moved toward evening。 Twilight began as if it were seeping out of the ground between the cliffs。 Covenant rolled over on his back。 At first； he watched with a kind of dour satisfaction as darkness climbed the east wall。 He felt ready for the isolation of night and loss。
But then the memory of Joan returned with redoubled force。 It stung him into a sitting position。 Once again； he found himself gaping at the cruelty of his delusion； the malice which tore him away from Joan…for what？ Hellfire！ he gasped。 The gloaming made him feel that he was going blind with anger。 When he saw Elena walking into the gully toward him； she seemed to move through a haze of leprosy。
He looked away from her； tried to steady his sight against the failing light on the eastern cliff； and while his face was averted； she approached； seated herself on the grass by his feet。 He could feel her presence vividly。 At first she did not speak。 But when he still refused to meet her gaze； she said softly； 〃Beloved。 I have made a sculpture for you。〃
With an effort； he turned his head。 He saw her bent forward； with a hopeful smile on her lips。 Both her hands extended toward him a white object that appeared to be made of bone。 He paid no attention to it； his eyes slapped at her face as if that were his enemy。
In a tone of entreaty； she continued； 〃I formed it for you from Myrha's bones。 I cremated her…to do her what honor I could。 Then from her bones I formed this。 For you； beloved。 Please accept it。〃
He glanced at the sculpture。 It caught his unwilling interest。 It was a bust。 Initially； it appeared too thick to have been made from any horse's bone。 But then he saw that four bones had been in some way fused together and molded。 He took the work from her hands to view it more closely。 The face interested him。 Its outlines were less blunt than in other marrowmeld work he had seen。 It was lean and gaunt and impenetrable …a prophetic face； taut with purpose。 It expressed someone he knew； but a moment passed before he recognized the countenance。 Then； gingerly； as if he feared to be wrong； he said； 〃It's Bannor。 Or one of the other Bloodguard。〃
〃You tease me；〃 she replied。 〃I am not so poor a crafter。〃 There was a peculiar hunger in her smile。 〃Beloved； I have sculpted you。〃
Slowly； his ire faded。 After all； she was his daughter； not his wife。 She was entitled to any reproach that seemed fit to her。 He could not remain angry with her。 Carefully； he placed the bust on the grass； then reached out toward her and took her into his arms as the sun set。
She entered his embrace eagerly； and for a time she clung to him as if she were simply glad to put their anger behind them。 But gradually he felt the tension of her body change。 Her affection seemed to bee grim； almost urgent。 Something taut made her limbs hard； made her fingers grip him like claws。 In a voice that shook with passion； she said； 〃This also Fangthane would destroy。〃
He lifted his cheek from her hair； moved her so that he could see her face。
That sight chilled him。 Despite the dimness of the light； her gaze shocked him like an immersion in polar seas。
The otherness of her sight； the elsewhere dimensi