The Wounded Land

by Stephen R. Donaldson

  In the dawn, he had awakened as if from the first irenic sleep of his life. Sunrise had lain across the headrock of the city, lighting the faces of Linden and the First as they sat regarding him. The First had worn her iron beauty as if behind it lay a deep gentleness. But Linden’s gaze was ambiguous, undecided.

  In a severe tone, she asked, “Why didn’t you tell me what you were going to do?”

  “I didn’t dare,” he replied, giving her the truth. “I was too afraid of it. I couldn’t even admit it to myself.”

  She shifted her position, drawing somewhat away from him. “I thought you’d gone crazy.”

  He sighed, allowed himself to express at least that much of his loneliness. “Maybe I did. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.”

  She frowned and fell silent, looking away toward the Sunbirth Sea. After a moment, the First roused herself to speak.

  “Thomas Covenant,” she said, “I know not whether in truth the path of the Search lies with you. I have not seen with my own eyes the Sunbane, nor met in my own person the malice of him whom you name the Despiser, nor felt in my own heart the nature of what must be done. But Pitchwife urges that I trust you. Cable Seadreamer has beheld a vision of healing, when he had learned to believe that no healing remained in all the world. And for myself—” She swallowed thickly. “I would gladly follow a man who can so give peace to the damned.

  “Giantfriend,” she said, containing her emotion with formality, “the Search will bear you to the land of the Elohim. There we believe that knowledge of the One Tree may be gained. If it lies within our doing, we will accompany you to the Tree, hoping for an answer to the peril of the Earth. This we will do in the name of our people, who have been redeemed from their doom.”

  She passed a hand over her tears and moved away, leaving him eased, as if it were the outcome of his dreams.

  But he arose, because there were still things he had to do, needs to be met, responsibilities to be considered. He spoke to the Stonedownors, led them to the upper rim of Coercri with Linden, the Haruchai, and Vain behind him, sat facing the morning and the Sea and the unknown Earth.

  Now he would have liked to be alone with the aftermath of his caamora. But he could see the time of his departure from the Land arriving. It sailed the same salt wind which ruffled his hair and beard, and he knew he had no choice. Every day, more lives were shed to feed the Sunbane. The Land’s need was a burden he could not carry alone.

  For a time, he sat exchanging silence with his companions. But at last he found the will to speak. “Sunder. Hollian.” They sat attentively, as if he had become a figure of awe. He felt like a butcher as he said, “I don’t want you to come with me.”

  The eh-Brand’s eyes widened as if he had slapped her without warning or cause. Surprise and pain made Sunder snap, “Ur-Lord?”

  Covenant winced, fumbled to apologize. “I’m sorry. This is hard to say. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.” He took hold of himself. “There’s something else I want you to do.”

  Hollian frowned at him, echoing Sunder’s uncertainty.

  “It’s the Sunbane,” he began. “I’m going to leave the Land—try to find the One Tree. So I can replace the Staff of Law. I don’t know what else to do. But the Clave—” He swallowed at the anger rising in his throat. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be gone, and every day they kill more people. Somebody has to stop them. I want you to do it.”

  He stared out to Sea, went on speaking as if he feared the reaction of his friends. “I want you to go back to the Upper Land. To the villages—to every Stonedown or Woodhelven you can find. Tell them the truth about the Clave. Convince them. Make them stop surrendering to the Riders. So the Sunbane won’t destroy everything before I get back.”

  “Thomas Covenant.” Sunder’s fists were clenched as if to hold off outrage. “Have you forgotten Mithil Stonedown? Have you forgotten Stonemight Woodhelven? The people of the Land shed strangers to answer their own need for blood. We will convince no one. We will be slain by the first Stonedown we dare to enter.”

  “No.” Covenant shook his head flatly. He knew what he meant to do, and felt sure of it. “You’ll have something that will make them listen to you. And you can use it to defend yourselves if you have to.” With both hands, he removed the cloth-wrapped krill from under his belt, and extended it toward Sunder.

  “Covenant?” The Graveler looked his astonishment at Linden, at Hollian, then back toward Covenant. Linden sat with her eyes downcast, watching the way her fingers touched the stone. But Hollian’s face brightened as if in recognition. “The krill is yours,” Sunder murmured, asking for comprehension. “I am a Graveler—nothing more. Of what use is such a periapt to me?”

  Deliberately Covenant held out his hope. “I think you can attune yourself to it. The way you did to Memla’s rukh. I think you can use the krill the way you use the Sunstone. And if you put the two together, you won’t need to shed blood to have power. You can use the krill to rouse the orcrest. You’ll be able to raise water, grow plants, do it all. Without blood. Any village will listen to that. They won’t try to kill you. They’ll try to keep you.

  “And that’s not all. This is power. Proof that the Sunbane isn’t the whole truth. It proves that they have a choice. They don’t have to obey the Clave, don’t have to let themselves be slaughtered.”

  With a twitch of his hands, he flung off part of the cloth so that the krill shone into the faces of his companions. “Sunder,” he implored. “Hollian. Take it. Convince them. We’re all responsible—all of us who know the na-Mhoram is a Raver. Don’t let the Clave go on killing them.” The light of the krill filled his orbs; he could not see how his friends responded. “Give me a chance to save them.”

  For a moment, he feared the Stonedownors would refuse the burden he offered them. But then the krill was taken from him. Sunder flipped cloth back over the gem. Carefully he rewrapped the blade, tucked it away under his leather jerkin. His eyes gleamed like echoes of white fire.

  “Thomas Covenant,” he said, “ur-Lord and Unbeliever, white gold wielder, I thank you. It is sooth that my heart did not relish this quest across unknown seas and lands. I have no knowledge of such matters and little strength for them. You have Giants with you, and Haruchai, and the power of the white ring. I am of no use to you.

  “I have learned that the Sunbane is a great evil. But it is an evil which I comprehend and can confront.” Hollian’s countenance supported his words. Her relief was a glow of gratitude. “I desire to strive somewhat for my people—and to strive against this Clave, which so maligns our lives.”

  Covenant blinked at the repetitions of silver arcing across his sight. He was too proud of Sunder and Hollian to speak.

  They rose to their feet. “Ur-Lord,” the Graveler said, “we will do as you ask. If any blow may be struck against Clave and Sunbane by mortals such as we are, we will strike it. You have restored to me the faith of Nassic my father. Be certain of us while we live.”

  “And be swift,” added Hollian, “for we are but two, and the Sunbane is as vast as all the Land.”

  Covenant had not noticed Stell and Harn unobtrusively leave the cliff; but they returned now, carrying supplies on their backs. Before Covenant or the Stonedownors could speak, Brinn said, “The Sunbane is indeed vast, but you will not meet it alone. The Haruchai will not surrender their service. And I say to you that my people also will not suffer the Clave unopposed. Look for aid wherever you go, especially when your way leads within reach of Revelstone.”

  Sunder swallowed thickly, unable to master his voice. Hollian’s eyes reflected the sunshine wetly.

  The sight of them standing there in their courage and peril made Covenant’s fragile calm ache. “Get going,” he said huskily. “We’ll be back. Count on it.”

  In a rush of emotion, Hollian came to him, stooped to grip her arms around his neck and kiss his face. Then she went to Linden. Linden returned her embrace stiffly.

  A moment lat
er, the Stonedownors turned away. They left the cliff with Stell and Harn beside them.

  Covenant watched them go. The two Haruchai moved as if nothing could ever change who they were. But Sunder and Hollian walked like people who had been given the gift of meaning for their lives. They were just ordinary people, pitifully small in comparison to the task they had undertaken; and yet their valor was poignant to behold. As they passed over the ridge where the ruined lighthouse stood, they had their arms around each other.

  After a moment, Linden broke the silence. “You did the right thing.” Her voice wore severity like a mask. “They’ve been uncomfortable ever since we left Landsdrop—the Sunbane is the only world they understand. And they’ve lost everything else. They need to do something personal and important. But you—” She stared at him as if in her eyes he had become an object of fear and desire. “I don’t know you. I don’t know if you’re the strongest man I’ve ever met, or the sickest. With all that venom in you, you still—I don’t know what I’m doing here.” Without a pause, as if she were still asking the same question, she said, “Why did you give them the krill? I thought you needed it. A weapon against Vain.”

  Yes, Covenant breathed. And an alternative to wild magic. That’s what I thought. But by accepting the krill, Sunder and Hollian had made it once more into a tool of hope. “I don’t want any more weapons,” he murmured to Linden. “I’m already too dangerous.”

  She held his gaze. The sudden clarity of her expression told him that, of all the things he had ever said to her, this, at least, was one she could comprehend.

  Then a shout echoed up the face of Coercri. “Giantfriend!” It was Pitchwife’s voice. “Come! Starfare’s Gem approaches!”

  The echoes went on in Covenant’s mind after the shout had faded. Giantfriend. He was who he was, a man half crippled by loneliness and responsibility and regret. But he had finally earned the title the First had given him.

  The dromond came drifting slowly, neatly, toward the piers. Its rigging was full of Giants furling the sails.

  Carefully like a man who did not want to die, Covenant got to his feet. With Linden, Brinn, and Cail, he left the cliff.

  They went down to meet the ship.

  Here ends

  The Wounded Land

  Book One of

  “The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant.”

  The story continues in Book Two

  The One Tree.

  GLOSSARY

  Aimil: daughter of Anest; wife of Sunder

  a-Jeroth of the Seven Hells: Lord of wickedness; Clave-name for Lord Foul the Despiser

  Akkasri na-Mhoram-cro: a member of the Clave

  aliantha: treasure-berries

  Amith: a woman of Crystal Stonedown

  Andelain, the Hills of: a region of the Land free from the Sunbane

  Andelainscion: a region in the Center Plains

  Anest: woman of Mithil Stonedown; sister of Kalina

  Annoy: a Courser

  Atiaran Trell-mate: former woman of Mithil Stonedown; mother of Lena

  Aumbrie of the Clave: storeroom for former Lore

  Bandsoil Bounds: region north of Soulsease River

  Banefire: fire by which the Clave wields the Sunbane

  Bannor: former Bloodguard

  Berek Halfhand: ancient hero; the Lord-Fatherer

  Bloodguard: former servants of the Council of Lords

  Boulder Fash: region in the Center Plains

  Brannil: man of Stonemight Woodhelven

  caamora: Giantish ordeal of grief by fire

  Cable Seadreamer: a Giant; member of the Search; possessed of the Earth-Sight

  Caer-Caveral: Forestal of Andelain; formerly Hile Troy

  Caerroil Wildwood: former Forestal of Garroting Deep

  Cail: one of the Haruchai

  Cavewights: evil earth-delving creatures

  Ceer: one of the Haruchai

  Centerpith Barrens: a region in the Center Plains

  Chosen, the: title given to Linden Avery

  Clang: a Courser

  Clangor: a Courser

  Clash: a Courser

  Clave, the: the rulers of the Land

  Coercri: former home of the Giants in Seareach

  Colossus of the Fall, the: ancient stone figure formerly guarding the Upper Land

  Consecear Redoin: a region north of the Soulsease River

  Corruption: Haruchai name for Lord Foul

  Council of Lords: former rulers of the Land

  Courser: a beast made by the Clave by the power of the Sunbane

  Croft: Graveler of Crystal Stonedown

  Crystal Stonedown: home of Hollian

  Damelon Giantfriend: son of Berek; former Lord

  Defiles Course: river in the Lower Land

  Demondim: spawners of ur-viles and Waynhim

  Despite: evil; a name given to the designs of Lord Foul

  dhraga: a Waynhim

  dhubha: a Waynhim

  dhurng: a Waynhim

  diamondraught: Giantish liquor

  Din: a Courser

  drhami: a Waynhim

  dromond: a Giantship

  Drool Rockworm: former Cavewight

  durhisitar: a Waynhim

  During Stonedown: home of Hamako

  Earthpower, the: the source of all power in the Land

  Earthroot: lake under Melenkurion Skyweir

  Earth-Sight: Giantish power to perceive distant dangers and needs

  eh-Brand: one who can use wood to read the Sunbane

  Elena: former High Lord; daughter of Lena and Covenant

  Elohim: people met by the wandering Giants

  Emacrimma’s Maw: a region in the Center Plains

  Fields of Richloam: a region in the Center Plains

  Fire-Lions: fire-flow of Mount Thunder

  First Betrayer: Clave-name for Berek Halfhand

  First Mark: former leader of the Bloodguard

  First of the Search: leader of the Giants

  First Ward: primary knowledge left by Kevin

  Forestal: a protector of the Forests of the Land

  Foul’s Creche: the Despiser’s former home

  Furl Falls: waterfall at Revelstone

  Garroting Deep: former forest of the Land

  ghohritsar: a Waynhim

  ghramin: a Waynhim

  Giants: a seafaring people of the Earth

  Giantclave: Giantish conference

  Giantfriend: title given first to Damelon, later to Thomas Covenant

  Giantship: stone sailing vessel made by Giants

  Giantway: path made by Giants

  Giant Woods: a forest of the Land

  Gibbon: the na-Mhoram; leader of the Clave

  Gilden: a maple-like tree with golden leaves

  Glimmermere: a lake on the upland above Revelstone

  Gossamer Glowlimn: a Giant; the First of the Search

  Graveler: one who uses stone to wield the Sunbane

  graveling: fire-stones

  Gravelingas: former master of stone-lore

  Gravin Threndor: Mount Thunder

  Gray Desert: a region south of the Land

  Gray Slayer: Lord Foul the Despiser

  Graywightswath: a region north of the Soulsease River

  Greshas Slant: a region in the Center Plains

  Grieve, The: Coercri

  Grim, the: a destructive storm sent as a curse by the Clave

  Grimmand Honninscrave: a Giant; Master of Starfare’s Gem

  Grimmerdhore: former forest of the Land

  Halfhand: title given to Thomas Covenant and to Berek

  Hamako: sole unharmed survivor of the destruction of During Stonedown

  Harn: one of the Haruchai; protector of Hollian

  Haruchai, the: a people who live in the Westron Mountains

  Heartthew: a title given to Berek Halfhand

  Herem: a Raver; also known as turiya

  Hergrom: one of the Haruchai

  High Lord: former lead
er of the Council of Lords

  Hile Troy: a man formerly from Covenant’s world who became a Forestal

  Hollian: daughter of Amith; eh-Brand of Crystal Stonedown

  Home: home of the Giants

  Hotash Slay: flow of lava protecting Foul’s Creche

  hurtloam: a healing mud

  Hyrim: a former Lord of the Council

  Illearth Stone: green stone, source of evil power

  Illender: title given to Thomas Covenant

  Jehannum: a Raver; also known as moksha

  jheherrin: soft ones; living by-products of Foul’s misshaping

  Jous: a man of Mithil Stonedown; son of Prassan; father of Nassic; inheritor of the Unfettered One’s mission

  Kalina Nassic-mate: mother of Sunder; daughter of Alloma

  Keep of the na-Mhoram: Revelstone

  Kevin Landwaster: son of Loric; former Lord; enactor of the Ritual of Desecration

  Kevin’s Watch: mountain lookout near Mithil Stonedown

  Kiril Threndor: Heart of Thunder; chamber of power within Mount Thunder

  Korik: former Bloodguard

  krill, the: knife of power formed by Loric Vilesilencer

  Kurash Festillin: a region in the Center Plains

  Lake Pelluce: a lake in Andelainscion

  Landsdrop: great cliff separating Upper and Lower Lands

  Law, the: the natural order

  Law of Death, the: the separation of the living and the dead

  Lena: daughter of Atiaran; mother of Elena

  lianar: wood of power used by an eh-Brand

  Lord of wickedness: a-Jeroth

  Lord Foul: the Despiser

  Lords, the: former rulers of the Land

  loremaster: ur-vile leader

  Loric Vilesilencer: son of Damelon; former Lord

  Lower Land, the: region east of Landsdrop

  lurker of the Sarangrave: swamp-monster

  Marid: a man of Mithil Stonedown

  Master, the: Clave-name for the Creator

  master-rukh: iron triangle at Revelstone which feeds and reads all other rukhs

  Melenkurion Skyweir: a mountain in the Westron Mountains