Linden carefully studied the Unbeliever, he was a paradox, he had vowed never to kill again, yet so many had died because of his oath, he could have saved so many if he had only used the power of his ring. In the vastness of the Land, Linden believed that none could parallel his might, the wild magic he possessed, that would “doom or free the Land” could not be undone. But he was not immortal, she knew that Covenant was essentially weak, and she could see his mortality, she could feel it with her Land-given sight, like she could feel the poison in his blood, it was maddening, even evil, it was the quintessence of his disease. The poison made him nostalgic, which was dangerous, because then he would remember when he was healthy and that would be more than enough to ignite his vile disposition. His outrage at his illness radiated like the chauvinistic fanaticism of a jingoistic redneck who had just discovered that his only child was the author of a bestselling book filled with anti-American propaganda. “Doom or free the land”, what did that mean? Why did everything have to be so contradictory? It was a bit cynical really, that the Land's only hope was a rapist and a leper, a man who could not even save himself.
Copyright © 2005 Danilo Quddus Stern-Sapad.
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