Thomas Covenant 1 - Lord Foul's Bane by Stephen R. Donaldson

Author:Stephen R. Donaldson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-03-20T05:00:00+00:00

file:///F|/rah/Stephen%20Donaldson/Donaldson%20Covenant%201%20Lord%20Foul’s%20Bane.txt distinguish between meditation and sleep. Lord Mhoram Covenant already knew, though now Mhoram appeared more incisive and dangerous, as if the companionship of his fellow Lords whetted his capacities. But the fifth Lord Covenant did not know; she sat squarely and factually at the table, with her blunt, forthright face fixed on him like a defiance.

“Let me make introduction before we begin,” the High Lord murmured. “I am Prothall son of

Dwillian, High Lord by the choice of the Council. At my right are Variol Tamarantha-mate and

Pentil-son, once High Lord”-as he said this, the two ancient Lords raised their time-latticed faces and smiled privately at each other-“and Osondrea daughter of Sondrea. At my left, Tamarantha

Variol-mate and Enesta-daughter, and Mhoram son of Variol. You know the Seareach Giant, Saltheart

Foamfollower, and have met the Hearthralls of Lord’s Keep. Behind me also are Tuvor, First Mark of the Bloodguard, and Garth, Warmark of the Warward of Lord’s Keep. All have the right of presence at the Council of Lords. Do you protest?”

Protest? Covenant shook his head dumbly.

“Then we shall begin. It is our custom to honor those who come before us. How may we honor you?”

Again, Covenant shook his head. I don’t want any honor. I made that mistake once already.

After an inquiring pause, the High Lord said, “Very well.” Turning toward the Giant, he raised his voice. “Hail and welcome, Giant of Seareach, Saltheart Foamfollower, Rockbrother and inheritor of

Land’s loyalty. The Unhomed are a blessing to the Land.

Stone and Sea are deep in life.

Welcome whole or hurt, in boon or bane-ask or give. To any requiring name we will not fail while we have life or power to meet the need. I am High Lord Prothall; I speak in the presence of

Revelstone itself.”

Foamfollower stood to return the salutation. “Hail, Lord and Earthfriend. I am Saltheart

Foamfollower, legate from the Giants of Seareach to the Council of Lords. The truth of my people is in my mouth, and I hear the approval of the ancient sacred ancestral stone raw Earth rockpure friendship a handmark of allegiance and fealty in the eternal stone of time.

Now is the time for proof and power of troth. Through Giant Woods and Sarangrave Flat and

Andelain, I bear the name of the ancient promises.” Then some of the formality dropped from his manner, and he added with a gay glance at Covenant, “And bearing other things as well. My friend

Thomas Covenant has promised that a song will be made of my journey.” He laughed gently. “I am a

Giant of Seareach. Make no short songs for me.”

His humor drew a chuckle from Lord Mhoram, and Prothall smiled softly; but Osondrea’s dour face seemed incapable of laughter, and neither Variol nor Tamarantha appeared to have heard the Giant.

Foamfollower took his seat, and almost at once Osondrea said as if she were impatient, “What is your embassy?”

Foamfollower sat erect in his chair, and his hands stroked the stone of the table intently. “My

Lords Stone and Sea! I am a Giant. These matters do not come easily, though easier to me than to any of my kindred-and for that reason I was chosen.

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