He did not want to fight it. He had saved Joan. Saved Joan. That thought iterated through him, consoling him for the unanswerable violence of the wound. For the first time in eleven years, he was at peace with his ex-wife. He had repaid the old debt between them to the limit of his mortality; he had given everything he possessed to make restitution for the blameless crime of his leprosy. Nothing more could be asked of him.
The question immediately comes of -- what of Joan's debt to him, the one that left her so spiritually bankrupt that she became prey for Foul? I think that this will be an issue in the Third Chronicles...
Out of the mist, he remembered Linden Avery.
Hellfire!
She had followed him, even though he had warned her - warned her in spite of the fact that she had obviously been chosen to fulfill some essential role. He had been so torn - She had given an excrutiating twist to his dilemma, had dismayed and infuriated him with her determination to meddle in matters she could not comprehend. And yet she was the first woman he had met in ten years who was not afraid of him.
It is these thoughts of Linden that bring the Wild Magic to life, allowing Covenant to save himself...triggered by the passion of his emotions and need...
and a nice foreshadowing of how important Linden is already becoming to him...
The sun was well up in the heavens. The central glare of its light was familiar, comforting. But it wore a blue corona like a ring of sapphire; and its radiance deepened the rest of the sky to the texture of sendaline.
He squinted at it dumbly, too stunned to move or react...The sun's aura disturbed him in a way he could not define...
our first little glimpse of the Sunbane...
He wanted to put his arms around her, hide her face against his chest to protect her; but he knew he could not do so, could not give her the strength to bear things which once had almost shattered him. She had to achieve her own survival.
...another nice little foreshadowing of how strongly TC will come to feel for this woman...
After a moment, she said, "You've been here before." her anger had turned to pain. "It's your life. Tell me how to understand."
"Face it." he said without hesitation. "Go forward. Find out what happens - what's at stake. What matters to you." He knew from experience that there was no other defense against insanity; the Land's reality and its unreality could not be reconciled. "Give yourself a chance to find out who you are."
"I know who I am." her jaw was stubborn. The lines of her nose seemed more precise rather than fragile; her mouth was severe by habit. "I'm a doctor." But she was facing something she did not know how to grasp. "I don't even have my bag." She scrutinized her hands as if she wondered what they were good for. When she met his gaze, her question was a demand as well as an appeal. "What do you believe?"
"I believe"- he made no effort to muffle his hardness - "that we've got to find some way to stop Foul. That's more important than anything. He's trying to destroy the Land. I'm not going to let him get away with that. that's who I am."
She stared at his affirmation. "Why? What does it have to do with you? If this is a dream it doesn't matter. And if it's - " she had difficulty saying the words. "If it's real, it's not your problem. You can ignore it."
Covenant tasted old rage. "Foul laughs at lepers."
At that, a glare of comprehension touched her eyes. Her scowl said plainly, Nobody has the right to laugh at illness.
YOU ARE BEING LAID UP FOR DESPAIR BEYOND WHAT YOUR PETTY MORTAL SOUL CAN CONCEIVE..>>GIVE ME THE RING FOOL!!!! 
LFB