Thomas Covenant 8 - The Fatal Revenant - Plot & Excerpts
It stumbled under her whenever a hoof skidded on the glazed ice. She could feel its heart strain against its gaunt ribs. But as soon asshe was thirty or forty paces beyond her companions, Linden began to draw Earthpower from the Staff, using its vitality to nurture her horse as well as to warm her numb skin, her cold-stiff limbs. Surely she would not endanger Covenant and Jeremiah now, when her mount increased the distance between them with every stride?Gradually the horse grew stronger. Its gait increased toward a gallop as she fed it with the substance of life.Then she crossed the crest of the rise, and Berek’s camp appeared like a tapestry woven of fires and tents and wagons; picket lines and latrines; gritted pain, exhaustion, and graves.The encampment seemed huge, although she knew that it was not. The surrounding dark dwarfed it. Nevertheless it was all that the night contained. The larger host of Berek’s foes lay beyond the reach of her senses. Even the stars were lessenedby the human multitude of the camp’s fires.As she crossed the ridge, she was already near enough to see individual figures; dim tottering shapes that moved among the tents and campfires.
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