| Chapter 16: "Andelain! forgive! |
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A fatigue and defeat of her own made her stumble over the uneven turf. But she refused the solace of Pitchwife's support. Wanly, she asked him, "What are you going to do?"
"Naught," he replied. "I am capable of naught." His empathy for her made him acidulous. "I have no sight to equal yours. Before the truth becomes plain to me, the time for all necessary doing will have come and gone. That which requires to be done, you must do." He paused; and she thought that he was finished, that their comradeship had come to an end. But then he gritted softly through his teeth, "Yet I say this, Chosen. You it was who obtained Vain Demondim-spawn's escape from the snares of Elemesnedene. You it was who made possible our deliverance from the Sandhold. You it was who procured safety for all but Cable Seadreamer from the Worm of the World's End, when the Earthfriend himself had fallen nigh to ruin. And you it was who found means to extinguish the Banefire. Your worth is manifold and certain. "The First will choose as she wishes. I will give you my life, if you ask it of me." |