Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 11:16 pm
Troy's got a point, I feel.. If all this isn't real to Covenant, why doesn't he get rid of the ring by giving it to someone in the Land? When he wakes up in the "real world", it will be back again on his finger. I think Tom believes the Land is real deep down inside, and if he loses something here, he'll lose it in his original world, as well. Otherwise, what has he got to lose by giving the ring away?In Chapter 3 of [i]The Illearth War[/i] was wrote:"So it is that we have called you, ur-Lord Covenant, Unbeliever and white gold wielder. You are our hope at the last. We summoned you, though we knew it might carry a hard cost for you to bear. We have sworn our service to the Land, and could not do otherwise. Thomas Covenant! Will you not help us?"
During her speech, her voice had grown in power and eloquence until she was almost singing. Covenant could not refuse to listen. Her tone reached into him, and made vivid all his memories of the Land's beauty. He recalled the bewitching Dance of the Celebration of Spring, and the lush, heart-soothing health of the Andelanian Hills, the uneasy eldritch gleaming of Morinmoss, the stern swift Plains of Ra and the rampant Ranyhyn, the great horses. And he remembered what it was like to feel, to have lively nerves in his fingers, capable of touching grass and stone. The poignancy of it made his heart ache.
"Your hope misleads you," he groaned into the stillness after Elena's appeal. "I don't know anything about power. It has something to do with life, and I'm as good as dead. Or what do you think life is? Life is feeling. I've lost that. I'm a leper."
He might have started to rage again, but a new voice cut sharply through his protest. "Then why don't you throw away your ring?"
He turned, and found himself confronting the warrior who had been sitting at the end of the Lords' table. The man had come down to the bottom of the Close, where he faced Covenant with his hands on his hips. To Covenant's surprise, the man's eyes were covered with dark, wraparound sunglasses. Behind the glasses, his head moved alertly, as if he were studying everything. He seemed to possess a secret. Without the support of his eyes, the slight smile on his lips looked private and unfathomable, like an utterance in an alien tongue.
Covenant grasped the inconsistency of the sunglasses--they were oddly out of place in the Close--but he was too stung by the speaker's question to stop for discrepancies. Stiffly, he answered, "It's my wedding ring."
The man shrugged away this reply. "You talk about your wife in the past tense. You're separated--or divorced. You can't have your life both ways now. Either get rid of the ring and stick to whatever it is you seem to think is real, or get rid of her and do your duty here."