Kevin's Watch

Rocksister wrote:Wow, good question. I guess I never really gave much thought to keeping track of that, but it is very significant. Didn't he try to give it to Linden once and she wanted to take it, but didn't? On board Starfare's Gem is where I am thinking. HE told her she had more right to it than he did because she had healed someone with it and didn't even have it in her hand. I could be wrong; it has been a few weeks since I read the 2nd Chronicles. I'm due to begin at the 1st Chrons again soon.

Romeo wrote:Okay - here's another one. What color is diamondraught? I thought it was clear, but I couldn't find any reference to any color at all.

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...just trying to give you a bum steer, Romeo.

Romeo wrote:I'm trying to remember all the times (in the First Chronicles) that Covenant offered his ring to someone else. Here's the list I have so far, but I think I may have missed at least one other time when he offered it to Mhoram:

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3. Mhoram (Covenent took off the ring and tried to throw it to him just before the calling of the Fire Lions)

Rocksister wrote:Jeez, I need to read it all again. Lucky for me that's a good thing.

5. Hile Troy (on Gallows Howe)

With a jerk of his head, he knocked transitions aside and asked roughly, “do you want my ring?”

“Want?” Foamfollower croaked, looking as if he felt he should laugh but did not have the heart for it. “Want?” His voice quavered painfully, as if he were confessing to some kind of aberration. “Do not use such a word, my friend. Wanting is natural, and my succeed or fail without wrong. Say covet, rather. To covet is to desire something which should not be given. Yes, I covet your un-Earth, wild magic, peace-ending white gold.

There is wild magic graven in every rock,
Contained for white gold to unleash or control—

I admit the desire. But do not tempt me. Power has a way of revenging itself upon its usurpers. I would not accept the ring of you offered it to me.”

The peril in Mhoram’s eyes did not waver. “No, Unbeliever. You need not lose your mind. There are other answers – other songs. You can find them. Why should the Land be destroyed for your pain? Save or damn! Grasp the Staff!”

“Damnation!” Fumbling furiously for his ring, Covenant shouted, “Do it yourself!” He wrenched the band from his finger and tried to throw it at Mhoram. But he was shaking madly; his fingers slipped. The ring dropped to the stone, rolled away.

… “I am Corimini,” he said, “the Eldest of the Loresraat. I speak for all the seekers of the Lore, both Sword and Staff. The accepting of a gift returns the honor to the giver. Be welcome.” As he spoke, he held out his hand to help Covenant dismount.

But Covenant either misunderstood the gesture or went beyond it intuitively. Instead of swinging off his mount, he brusquely pulled his wedding band from his left hand and dropped it into Corimini’s extended palm.
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“I don’t need service,” Covenant replied bluntly. “I need an alternative. Find some way to save the Land without me.”

He swung toward Covenant. “You!” he shouted stridently. “If you’re too much of a coward to do anything yourself, at least give me a chance to help her! Give me your ring!—I can feel it from here. Give it to me! Come on, you bastard. It’s her only chance.”
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… A silent voice cried out to him, No! No! But he ignored it. With his halfhand, he fumbled at the ring. It seemed to resist him – he had trouble gripping it – but as he reached Troy he finally tore it from his finger. In a wet voice, as if his mouth were full of blood, he said, “Take it. Save her.” He put the band in Troy’s hand.