I am reading a second-hand copy of The ONE TREE...
I have (stupidly) never bought any of the books in the chronicles, my Nanna (sorry, my... dealer) being a big reader recently passed the entire Second Chronicles to me.
Now, I don't mind the rough second-hand look - I even prefer it.
Burn marks I can endure, as long as no writing is obscured
BUT MISSING PAGES??!
Okay so here's my request;
Please, anyone with a copy of The One Tree in their possesion, I need the elusive text! I have up until pg284 [For a moment, he stared at Hergrom as if he were appalled by the depth of the....] and then the story resumes at pg287 [...Time and again, she had dreamed of slaying Gibbon-Raver].
Not a lot missing, I know, but I had great plans of reading tonight....
Missing Pages
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I'll type it in for you, but it looks like my copy of The One Tree doesn't match up with your copy. (which is strange, since my paperback even matches the hardcover page for page)
Can you email me the last full paragraph that appears before the page break? And the first full paragraph after the page break? (at least the first sentence or two of each paragraph - it will make it easier to visually pick out the words)
johnf@eccker.org
Can you email me the last full paragraph that appears before the page break? And the first full paragraph after the page break? (at least the first sentence or two of each paragraph - it will make it easier to visually pick out the words)
johnf@eccker.org
And then the ravens pecked out his eyes.
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Slowly, Rant Absolain's expression focused on Hergrom. He arose from his knees, dripping gouts of blood. For a moment, he stared at Hergrom as if he were appalled by the depth of the Haruchai's crime. Then he said, "Kemper." His voice was a snarl of passion in the back of his throat. Grief and outrage gave him the stature he had lacked earlier. "Punish him."
Kasreyn moved among the Guards and questers, went to stand near Rant Absolain. "O gaddhi, blame him not." The Kemper's self-command made him sound telic rather than contrite. "The fault is mine. I have made many misjudgments."
At that, the gaddhi broke like an over-stretched rope.
"I want him punished!" With both fists, he hammered at Kasreyn's chest, pounding smears of blood into the yellow robe. The Kemper recoiled a step; and Rant Absolain turned to hurl his passion at Hergrom. "That Guard is mine! Miner Then he faced Kasreyn again. "In all Bhrathairealm, I possess nothing! I am the gaddhi, and the gaddhi is only a servant!" Rage and self-pity writhed in him. "The Sandhold is not mine! The Riches are not mine! The Chatelaine attends me only at your whim!" He stooped to the dead husta and scooped up handsful of the congealing fluid, flung them at Kasreyn, at Hergrom. A gobbet trickled and fell from Kasreyn's chin, but he ignored it. "Even my Favored come to me from you! After you have used them!" Rant Absolain's fists jerked blows through the air. "But the Guard is mine! They alone obey me without looking first to learn your will!" With a shout, he concluded, "I want him punished!"
Rigid as madness, he faced the Kemper. After a moment, Kasreyn said, "O gaddhi, your will is my will." His tone was suffused with regret. As he stepped slowly, ruefully, toward Hergrom, the tension concealed within his robe conveyed a threat. "Hergrom -- " Linden began. Then her throat locked on the warning. She did not know what the threat was.
Her companions braced themselves to leap to Hergrom's aid. But they, too, could not define the threat.
The Kemper stopped before Hergrom, studied him briefly. Then Kasreyn lifted his ocular to his left eye. Linden tried to relax. The Haruchai had already proven themselves impervious to the Kemper's geas. Hergrom's flat orbs showed no fear.
Gazing through his eyepiece, Kasreyn reached out with careful unmenace and touched his index finger to the center of Hergrom's forehead.
Hergrom's only reaction was a slight widening of his eyes.
The Kemper dropped both hands, sagged as if in weariness or sorrow. Without a word, he turned away. The Guards parted for him as he went to the chair where Covenant had been bound. There he seated himself, though he could not lean back because of the child he carried. With his fingers, he hid his face as if he were mourning.
But to Linden the emotion he concealed felt like glee.
She was unsure of her perception. The Kemper was adept at disguising the truth about himself. But Rant Absolain's reaction was unmistakable. He was grinning in fierce triumph.
His mouth moved as if he wanted to say something that would crush the company, demonstrate his own superiority; but no words came to him. Yet his passion for the Guards sustained him. He might indeed have been a monarch as he moved away. Commanding the hustin to follow him, he took the Lady Alif by the hand and left the lucubrium.
As she started downward, the Lady cast one swift look like a pang of regret toward Linden. Then she was gone, and the Guards were thumping down the iron stairs behind her. Two of them bore their dead fellow away.
None of the questers shifted while the hustin filed from the chamber. Vain's bland ambiguous smile was a reverse image of Findail's alert pain. The First stood with her arms folded over her chest, glaring like a hawk. Honninscrave and Sea-dreamer remained poised nearby. Brinn had placed Covenant at Linden's side, where the four Haruchai formed a cordon around the people they had sworn to protect.
Linden held herself rigid, pretending severity. But her sense of peril did not abate.
The Guards were leaving. Hergrom had suffered no discernible harm. In a moment, Kasreyn would be alone with the questers. He would be in their hands. Surely he could not defend himself against so many of them. Then why did she feel that the survival of the company had become so precarious?
Brinn gazed at her intently. His hard eyes strove to convey a message without words. Intuitively, she understood him.
The last husta was on the stairs. The time had almost come. Her knees were trembling. She flexed them slightly, sought to balance herself on the balls of her feet.
The Kemper had not moved. From within the covert of his hands, he said in a tone of rue, or cleverly mimicked rue, "You may return to your rooms. Doubtless the gaddhi will later summon you. I must caution you to obey him. Yet I would you could credit that I regret all which has transpired here."
The moment had come. Linden framed the words in her mind. Time and again, she had dreamed of slaying Gibbon --
Raver. She had even berated Covenant for his restraint in Revelstone. She had said, Some infections have to be cut out. She had believed that. What was power for, if not to extirpate evil? Why else had she become who she was?
Kasreyn moved among the Guards and questers, went to stand near Rant Absolain. "O gaddhi, blame him not." The Kemper's self-command made him sound telic rather than contrite. "The fault is mine. I have made many misjudgments."
At that, the gaddhi broke like an over-stretched rope.
"I want him punished!" With both fists, he hammered at Kasreyn's chest, pounding smears of blood into the yellow robe. The Kemper recoiled a step; and Rant Absolain turned to hurl his passion at Hergrom. "That Guard is mine! Miner Then he faced Kasreyn again. "In all Bhrathairealm, I possess nothing! I am the gaddhi, and the gaddhi is only a servant!" Rage and self-pity writhed in him. "The Sandhold is not mine! The Riches are not mine! The Chatelaine attends me only at your whim!" He stooped to the dead husta and scooped up handsful of the congealing fluid, flung them at Kasreyn, at Hergrom. A gobbet trickled and fell from Kasreyn's chin, but he ignored it. "Even my Favored come to me from you! After you have used them!" Rant Absolain's fists jerked blows through the air. "But the Guard is mine! They alone obey me without looking first to learn your will!" With a shout, he concluded, "I want him punished!"
Rigid as madness, he faced the Kemper. After a moment, Kasreyn said, "O gaddhi, your will is my will." His tone was suffused with regret. As he stepped slowly, ruefully, toward Hergrom, the tension concealed within his robe conveyed a threat. "Hergrom -- " Linden began. Then her throat locked on the warning. She did not know what the threat was.
Her companions braced themselves to leap to Hergrom's aid. But they, too, could not define the threat.
The Kemper stopped before Hergrom, studied him briefly. Then Kasreyn lifted his ocular to his left eye. Linden tried to relax. The Haruchai had already proven themselves impervious to the Kemper's geas. Hergrom's flat orbs showed no fear.
Gazing through his eyepiece, Kasreyn reached out with careful unmenace and touched his index finger to the center of Hergrom's forehead.
Hergrom's only reaction was a slight widening of his eyes.
The Kemper dropped both hands, sagged as if in weariness or sorrow. Without a word, he turned away. The Guards parted for him as he went to the chair where Covenant had been bound. There he seated himself, though he could not lean back because of the child he carried. With his fingers, he hid his face as if he were mourning.
But to Linden the emotion he concealed felt like glee.
She was unsure of her perception. The Kemper was adept at disguising the truth about himself. But Rant Absolain's reaction was unmistakable. He was grinning in fierce triumph.
His mouth moved as if he wanted to say something that would crush the company, demonstrate his own superiority; but no words came to him. Yet his passion for the Guards sustained him. He might indeed have been a monarch as he moved away. Commanding the hustin to follow him, he took the Lady Alif by the hand and left the lucubrium.
As she started downward, the Lady cast one swift look like a pang of regret toward Linden. Then she was gone, and the Guards were thumping down the iron stairs behind her. Two of them bore their dead fellow away.
None of the questers shifted while the hustin filed from the chamber. Vain's bland ambiguous smile was a reverse image of Findail's alert pain. The First stood with her arms folded over her chest, glaring like a hawk. Honninscrave and Sea-dreamer remained poised nearby. Brinn had placed Covenant at Linden's side, where the four Haruchai formed a cordon around the people they had sworn to protect.
Linden held herself rigid, pretending severity. But her sense of peril did not abate.
The Guards were leaving. Hergrom had suffered no discernible harm. In a moment, Kasreyn would be alone with the questers. He would be in their hands. Surely he could not defend himself against so many of them. Then why did she feel that the survival of the company had become so precarious?
Brinn gazed at her intently. His hard eyes strove to convey a message without words. Intuitively, she understood him.
The last husta was on the stairs. The time had almost come. Her knees were trembling. She flexed them slightly, sought to balance herself on the balls of her feet.
The Kemper had not moved. From within the covert of his hands, he said in a tone of rue, or cleverly mimicked rue, "You may return to your rooms. Doubtless the gaddhi will later summon you. I must caution you to obey him. Yet I would you could credit that I regret all which has transpired here."
The moment had come. Linden framed the words in her mind. Time and again, she had dreamed of slaying Gibbon --
Raver. She had even berated Covenant for his restraint in Revelstone. She had said, Some infections have to be cut out. She had believed that. What was power for, if not to extirpate evil? Why else had she become who she was?
"It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past. Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and active mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement against that past.”
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Y'know, if any of you guys want an electronic copy of the chrons, send me a PM with your email addy and I'll send them to you... so long as it's an electronic copy. I just want to make it clear this is for reference purposes only. If anybody deserves the royalties, it's SRD.
"It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past. Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and active mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement against that past.”
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Just copied and pasted it from a text file I downloaded off kazaa.
"It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past. Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and active mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement against that past.”
-George Steiner
-George Steiner
Try Amazon for new and used audio cassettes.
www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/external-sea ... mode=books Hwyl!
There's not much SRD audio out there.
Or maybe I don't see it, I'm not really into audio books anyway.
www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/external-sea ... mode=books Hwyl!
There's not much SRD audio out there.
Or maybe I don't see it, I'm not really into audio books anyway.