"Then," she responded stiffly, "I must remain to menace this mould, so that you may depart." She swallowed a lump of sorrow. "Pitchwife, you must accompany them. They will have need of your strength. And I must believe that you live." At that, Pitchwife burst into a spasm of coughing. A moment passed before Covenant realized that the malformed Giant was trying to laugh. "My wife, you jest," he said at last. "I have found my own reply to doubt. The Chosen has assigned me to your side. Do not credit that the song which the Giants will sing of this day will be sung of you alone." "I am the First of the Search!" she retorted. "I command --" "You are Gossamer Glowlimn, the spouse of my heart." His mouth was bloody; but his eyes gleamed. "I am proud of you beyond all endurance. Demean not your high courage with foolishness. Neither Earthfriend nor Chosen has any need of my accompaniment. They are who they are -- and will not fail. I am sworn to you in love and fealty, and I will remain."

-- White Gold Wielder