|Chapter 9: Jehannum|
After a moment, he spotted near the top of a hill a Gilden tree that seemed to have something wrong with it. In every respect that he could identify, specify, the tree appeared normal, healthy, yet it conveyed a sense of inner rot, an unexpected pang of sorrow, to his gaze. Pointing at it, he asked Atiaran what she saw.
Soberly, she replied, "I am not one of the lillianrill, but I can see that the Gilden dies. Some blight has stricken its heart. Did you not see such things before?"
He shook his head.
"Then how does the world from which you come live?" She sounded dismayed by the prospect of a place in which health itself was invisible.