Desperate for information, she confronts Anele again, but not before entrusting the white gold ring to Liand.It fits. It’s right. You’re the only one who can do this. Find me.
Linden unsuccessfully probes Anele with her health sense:“If anything happens to me,” she ordered, “anything at all – anything that scares you – get the hell out of here. Do not try to help me. Take that,” the ring, “and run. Don’t come back until one of the Ramen tells you that I’m alright.”
At this point, Linden is forced to turn her attention away from Anele and back to the Ramen and their unanswered questions. Other Ramen have arrived, and Linden joins the group for a meal, and then to face their challenge. Hami begins by reminding the group of Thomas Covenant the Ringthane, who refused the service of the Ranyhyn and faced Fangthane alone. She tells them that they have reasons to trust Linden, because she was hunted by kresh, was a friend to Anele, ate aliantha and saved Sahah from death.“He’s protecting himself. I can’t reach him. There’s a wall of Earthpower in his mind.”
Hami:
She continues:“This place we name the Verge of Wandering. It is here that the Ramen first gathered when the Sunbane had driven us from the Plains of Ra. Here we considered how we might fulfill the meaning of our lives in exile…..Here we told the tale of ourselves, and found that the toll of bloodshed had become greater than we could countenance. The Render had exacted too much death. His slaying of the Ranyhyn must cease. Therefore we determined that we would never again subject the meaning of our lives to Fangthane’s ravage.”
And so the long journey of the Ramen began. Traveling southward from the Land, they went from land to land, never finding a home, and once each generation returning to the Verge of Wandering, to scout the border of the Land to determine if the Render was still alive. And every time they scouted the Land, they found no evidence of Lords or of the Ringthane, or any other power which might oppose Lord Foul. Instead, they find that the Haruchai, the former Bloodguard known to the Ramen as the sleepless ones, have titled themselves the Masters of the Land, and have put down any knowledge of Earthpower or of the Land’s history.“Yet we had no power against him, no means by which we might end his malice. We could not impose the relief we craved. For that reason, we swore then, as each generation has sworn anew, that we would not return to the Plains of Ra until the Land’s foe had met his last doom, and would nevermore arise to shed the blood of Ranyhyn.”
Stave surges forward to reply.“The Ramen have kept faith, what have the Masters done? How will Linden Avery bear the burden of wild magic against the Render, when the Masters have quelled any strength which might have aided her? These questions, and more, we will have answered.”
Linden intervenes in this confrontation, and demands to know how it is that the Ramen just happen to be nearby at the right time when Linden and her companions are fleeing into the mountains. Hami tells Linden that there are two reasons why the Ramen are back in the are of the Land. Hami tells the group of a visit to the Ramen by an Elohim, who told them of croyel, merewives, Sandgorgons, and skurj. The Elohim had also warned of a halfhand, the coming of whom would“Manethrall, you speak harshly of the Masters, but you say little of the Ranyhyn. Did you not guide them into exile?......What has become of them? How are you able to avow that you have kept faith with the past, if you have not been true to the great horses of Ra?”
“[cause} the Earth to suffer its most dire peril…..”
Spoiler
At first sight, Linden knows beyond doubt that this is the being that had possessed Anele and driven Covenant from Anele’s mind, just shortly before the fiery possessor had scorched her.He could have been young or old: his features seemed to refuse the definition, the constriction, of time. Like Stave’s people, he was flat-faced and brown-skinned, strongly built. Like them, he was not especially tall; no taller than Linden herself……Seen from a distance, he could have been taken for Stave’s brother, unscarred and untried.
Esmer first warns Liand to leave, and then Linden, saying:
What has been lost?“You have become the Wildwielder, as the Elohim knew that you must. Because you spurned their guidance long ago, much will now be lost which might have been preserved. You also have no part in this, and will withdraw.”
Then Esmer turns to Stave, and his mood changes abruptly:
Esmer attacks Stave, and at first Stave is able to defend himself, and says“I know you, to my enduring cost. You are Stave, Bloodguard and Master, Haruchai. Because of you, I am made to be what I am! Defend yourself, heartless one, lest I destroy you!”
Esmer:“ I know not how you have tricked or betrayed the Ramen to friendship, but I deny you. If you do not desist, I will teach you better wisdom.”
Esmer attacks Stave again, and gives the Haruchai a beating like nothing we’ve ever seen. Stave is near death when Esmer leaves him, face down in the dirt.“You are mistaken, Haruchai! Your fold sired me! I am your descendent, conceived by Cail among merewives, and given birth by the Dancers of the Sea! Because of the Haruchai, there will be endless havoc!”
Linden uses her health sense to see that Stave is barely clinging to life, and says to Esmer
Esmer replies“You bastard, why didn’t you just kill him?”
And for the first time in 3 books, spanning seven thousand years, we see Ranyhyn once again.“I have seen what you do not. Behold.”
Esmer:They were craggy and extreme, full of the essential substance of the Land, with deep chests and mighty shoulders, and a hot smolder of intelligence in their eyes. Their coats gleamed as if they had been brushed and curried ceaselessly for generations, one a roan stallion, the other a dappled grey mare; and their long manes and tails flew like pennons.
In the center of the foreheads, white stars blazed like heraldry, emblems of lineage and Earthpower.
As one, the Ramen bowed low to them.
“This is the true challenge of the Ramen. The Ranyhyn have accepted me. Now they have come to accept you, the Haruchai as well as yourself. And they are precious to me. Their approach stayed my hand. I will not gainsay them.”
The horses advanced across the clearing until they were mere strides from Linden and Stave. There they halted. [Linden] held her breath as they shook their heads and flourished their manes, gazing at her and the Haruchai gravely. The blowing sounds they made may have been greetings.
Then together they bent their forelegs and bowed their noses to the dirt as if in homage.