Stephen Donaldson - Fatal Revenant

But she had too many questions. She needed to ask them.

Jeremiah had settled himself near Covenant against the ravine wall. Protected by blankets from the dampness of the thawing dirt, Linden sat on the floor of the barranca so that she could watch her companions’ faces.

She had spent the day attempting to organise her thoughts. And she had already decided to avoid challenging Covenant directly. If she made him angry-or cautious-she might lose more than she could hope to gain. Instead of voicing her deeper concerns, she broke the silence by saying with feigned nonchalance, “I’m just curious. What did you two do to Inbull?”

I want to repay some of this pain.

Covenant’s attitude then, like his misdirections and falsehoods, violated her memories of the man he had once been.

He emptied the wineskin, tossed it aside; wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Nothing much.” Obliquely Linden noticed that he was not growing a beard. His physical presence was solid, demonstrable; but it was also incomplete. “Jeremiah held him down while I kicked him a few times. I wanted to break some of his ribs. But he’s too tough. I just bruised him a bit.”

The Unbeliever snorted a laugh. “Damelon didn’t like it. For a warrior, he’s still pretty squeamish. He’ll have to grow out of that if he wants to make a good High Lord. But he didn’t let anyone interfere.”

Linden studied him sharply, watching the alternation of embers and darkness in his gaze. Beyond question, he was not the man whom she had known. He had blamed the change on millennia of participation in the Arch of Time; but she was less and less inclined to believe him. The difference in him was too great.

She could not conceal her underlying seriousness as she changed the subject.

“I keep thinking about what happened in Berek’s camp. It worries me. Is it really true that we didn’t change the Land’s history? How is that possible? I healed too many people,” affected too many lives. And too many people know about it. How can that not-?”

“Hellfire, Linden,” Covenant interrupted with apparent good humour. “Don’t waste your time on that. If you have to worry, pick something worth worrying about. It’s the Theomach’s problem. He brought us here. He has to clean up after us.

“I don’t know how he’ll do it. I could figure it out, but why should I bother? He’s right where he’s supposed to be. Where he would be if he hadn’t interfered with me. Now it’s up to him to make sure there’s no damage.

“At any rate, he’s serious about preserving the integrity of Time. More than anything, he doesn’t want to make the Elohim notice him. They will if he lets history twist out of shape.”

Covenant’s eyes reflected the pale crimson-orange of the cairn. “Keeping everything on track shouldn’t be hard,” he mused. “being as how he’s Berek’s teacher and all. You changed some things, sure, but that can be a ripple or a thread. If he finds a way to weave what you did back into the tapestry of what’s supposed to happen, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“How can he do that?” Linden asked reflexively. Covenant’s unconcern troubled her. He was too glib-

“Hell, Linden,” he drawled, “you saw how effective a story can be. Mount Thunder didn’t really talk to Berek. Or not in a way he recognised. All he did was bleed, and feel desperate, and mumble some nonsense he didn’t understand. But he says the rock spoke to him, and people believe him because the Fire-Lions came to his rescue. It’s how he tells the story that makes him the kind of hero his whole army is willing to die for.”

Nonsense-? She bit her lip. She was determined not to confront him; not to protest in any way. But she knew that the Seven Words were not nonsense-

“If the Theomach is clever enough when he talks about you,” Covenant continued, “he can make it fit right in with all the old legends.

“And I won’t even mention how stone ignorant Berek is.” He snorted contemptuously. “Eventually the Theomach is going to make him High Lord. On his own, Berek sure as hell couldn’t acquire all that lore and power. He’s got too far to go to be the kind of man who can find the One Tree and make a Staff of Law. He’ll believe anything that damn Insequent tells him.”

As an afterthought, Covenant added. “And I’m still part of the Arch. Did you forget that? You can’t see it, but I’ve never stopped defending Time.”

Now Linden had to grit her teeth to stifle her protests. Covenant’s scorn repulsed her. Berek did not merit his disdain.

But this was the approach which she had chosen-and this was why she had chosen it. So that Covenant would speak more openly; expose more of himself. The first words which she had heard the Theomach say were, And do you not fear that I will reveal you? She wanted to provoke the revelations which the Theomach had withheld.

And she did not intend to risk alienating Jeremiah any further. She had already lost too much of him, and would lose more. For his sake as well as her own, she swallowed her indignation.

Controlling herself grimly, she asked, “What do you think, Jeremiah? Can the Theomach really protect the Land from what I’ve done?”

The boy shrugged without looking at her. “Sure. It’s what he’s good at. He must have spent a long time learning enough about time and history to interfere with us. For him, stopping a few ripples is probably trivial.”

His reply reminded her that it was not the Theomach who had objected to the idea of summoning the Ranyhyn: it was Covenant.

“All right,” she said slowly. If you say so, I believe you. It’s just that the Theomach confuses me.” She hesitated for a moment, then turned back to Covenant. You may not have heard him, but he told me that I already know his “true name”. Is that even possible?”

“Of course it’s possible,” retorted Covenant sardonically. “It has to be. He wanted you to do things his way. If he said something like that, and you could be sure it wasn’t true, he would be cutting his own throat.”

“But it can’t be true,” Linden countered. “How could it? I never even heard of the Insequent until Jeremiah mentioned them. How could I-?”

Covenant held up both hands to silence her. “It’s no good, Linden. You can’t ask us that. The Theomach was right about one thing. While were here, we can’t distinguish between what you know and the Arch of Time. You’ve seen and heard and experienced too much about things that haven’t happened yet. In fact, most of them aren’t going to happen for thousands of years. If we even try to answer a question like that, the Elohim will erase us. They could make us disappear before we got to the second syllable.

“And since they’re the fucking Elohim ,” he sneered, “they might not bother to put you back where you belong. They don’t approve of messing around with Time.”

“All right.” In spite of her visceral distrust, Linden accepted his assertion. Both he and the Theomach had made the same point days ago. If they agreed with each other, she could assume that they were telling the truth-or some aspect of the truth. “I can live with a certain amount of ignorance.

“But it would help me to know more about what we’re trying to accomplish. Can you tell me why you wanted to reach the EarthBlood when Damelon first discovers it?” The Theomach had said, The peril of your chosen path I deemed too great. And he had explained his reasons to Linden privately. “How would that have been better? You have so much power-Wouldn’t Damelon notice us? Wouldn’t that cause all kinds of trouble?”

Covenant seemed inclined to humour her. “You should stop obsessing about the Theomach,” he said easily. “He likes to talk, but most of what he said was bullshit. He just wanted your help.