|Chapter 27: The Long Grief|
And that was not all. She remembered what Covenant had told her about his Dead in Andelain. His friend, High Lord Mhoram, had said to him, Do not be decived by the Land's need. The thing you seek is not what it appears to be. The same prophecy was true for her as well. Like Brinn, she had found something she had not come seeking. With Covenant after their escape from Bhrathairealm, she had let some light into thte darkness of her heart. And in the cavern of the One Tree she had found a use for that part of herself--a use which was not evil.
Since Covenant could not bear it now, she accepted from him the burden of hope. You will not fail-- Not while she still believed in him--and knew how to reach him.
Yet she did not try to keep the tears from her eyes. Too much had been lost. As she went to stand beside Honninscrave, she folded her arms over her heart and let the long grief of the quest settle in her bones.