|Chapter 13: Vespers|
Then he, too, was gone, leaving Covenant alone with Lord Mhoram.
Mhoram closed the door behind him, and Covenant got his first good look at one of the Lords. Mhoram had a crooked, humane mouth, and a fond smile for the Hearthralls lingered on his lips. But the effect of the smile was counterbalanced by his eyes. They were dangerous eyes--gray-blue irises flecked with gold--that seemed to pierce through subterfuge to the secret marrow of premeditation in what they beheld--eyes that seemed themselves to conceal something potent and unknown, as if Mhoram were capable of surprising fate itself if he were driven to his last throw. And between his perilous eyes and kind mouth, the square blade of his nose mediated like a rudder steering his thoughts.