srdonaldson.thepowerthatpreserves-第2章
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But when he noticed his white gold ring hanging loosely on his wedding finger； he stopped。 He remembered the hot power which had pulsed through that metal in his dream。 He could hear Bannor； the Blood…guard who had kept him alive； saying； Save her！ You must！…hear himself reply； I cannot！ He could hear Hile Troy's shout； Leper！ You're too selfish to love anyone but yourself。 He winced as he remembered the blow which had laid open his forehead。
Elena had died because of him。
She had never existed。
She had fallen into that crevice； fighting desperately against the specter of mad Kevin Landwaster； whom she had manded from his grave。 She had fallen and died。 The Staff of Law had been lost。 He had not so much as lifted his hand to save her。
She had never even existed。 He had dreamed her while he lay unconscious after having hit his head on the edge of the coffee table。
Torn between conflicting horrors； he stared at his wound as if it were an outcry against him； a two…edged denunciation。 From the mirror it shouted to him that the prophecy of his illness had e to pass。
Moaning； he pushed away； and rushed back toward the phone。 With soapy； dripping hands； he fumbled at it； struggled to dial the number of Joan's parents。 She might be staying with them。 She had been his wife； he needed to talk to her。
But halfway through the number； he threw down the receiver。 In his memory； he could see her standing chaste and therefore merciless before him。 She still believed that he had refused to talk to her when she had called him Saturday night。 She would not forgive him for the rebuff he had helplessly dealt her。
How could he tell her that he needed to be forgiven for allowing another woman to die in his dreams？
Yet he needed someone…needed someone to whom he could cry out； Help me！
He had gone so far down the road to a leper's end that he could not pull himself back alone。
But he could not call the doctors at the leprosarium。 They would return him to Louisiana。 They would treat him and train him and counsel him。 They would put him back into life as if his illness were all that mattered； as if wisdom were only skin…deep…as if grief and remorse and horror were nothing but illusions； tricks done with mirrors； irrelevant to chrome and porcelain and clean； white； stiff hospital sheets and fluorescent lights。
They would abandon him to the unreality of his passion。
He found that he was gasping hoarsely； panting as if the air in the room were too rancid for his lungs。
He needed…needed。
Dialing convulsively； he called Information and got the number of the nightclub where he had gone drinking Saturday night。
When he reached that number； the woman who answered the phone told him in a bored voice that Susie Thurston had left the nightclub。 Before he could think to ask； the woman told him where the singer's next engagement was。
He called Information again； then put a long…distance call through to the place where Susie Thurston was now scheduled to perform。 The switchboard of this club connected him without question to her dressing room。
As soon as he heard her low； waifish voice； he panted thickly； 〃Why did you do it？ Did he put you up to it？ How did he do it？ I want to know…''
She interrupted him roughly。 〃Who are you？ I don't know what the hell you're talking about。 Who do you think you are？ I didn't do nothing to you。〃
〃Saturday night。 You did it to me Saturday night。〃
〃Buster； I don't know you from Adam。 I didn't do nothing to you。 Just drop dead； will you？ Get off my phone。〃
〃You did it Saturday night。 He put you up to it。 You called me 'Berek。' '' Berek Halfhand…the long…dead hero in his dream。 The people in his dream； the people of the Land； had believed him to be Berek Halfhand reborn…believed that because leprosy had claimed the last two fingers of his right hand。 〃That crazy old beggar told you to call me Berek； and you did it。〃
She was silent for a long moment before she said； 〃Oh； it's you。 You're that guy…the people at the club said you were a leper。〃
〃You called me Berek；〃 Covenant croaked as if he were strangling on the sepulchral air of the house。
〃A leper；〃 she breathed。 〃Oh； hell！ I might've kissed you。 Buster； you sure had me fooled。 You look a hell of a lot like a friend of mine。〃
〃Berek；〃 Covenant groaned。
〃What…'Berek'？ You heard me wrong。 I said； 'Berrett。' Berrett Williams is a friend of mine。 He and I go 'way back。 I learned a lot from him。 But he was three…quarters crocked all the time。 Anyway； he was sort of a clown。 ing to hear me without saying a thing about it is the sort of thing he'd do。 And you looked…〃
〃He put you up to it。 That old beggar made you do it。 He's trying to do something to me。〃
〃Buster； you got leprosy of the brain。 I don't know no beggars。 I got enough useless old men of my own。 Say； maybe you are Berrett Williams。 This sounds like one of his jokes。 Berrett； damn you； if you're setting me up for something…〃
Nausea clenched in Covenant again。 He hung up the phone and hunched over his stomach。 But he was too empty to vomit； he had not eaten for forty…eight hours。 He gouged the sweat out of his eyes with his numb fingertips； and dialed Information again。
The half…dried soap on his fingers made his eyes sting and blur as he got the number he wanted and put through another long…distance call。
When the crisp military voice said； 〃Department of Defense；〃 he blinked at the moisture which filled his eyes like shame； and responded； 〃Let me talk to Hile Troy。〃 Troy had been in his dream； too。 But the man had insisted that he was real； an inhabitant of the real world； not a figment of Covenant's nightmare。
〃Hile Troy？ One moment； sir。〃 Covenant heard the riffling of pages briefly。 Then the voice said； 〃Sir； I have no listing for anyone by that name。〃
〃Hile Troy；〃 Covenant repeated。 〃He works in one of your…in one of your think tanks。 He had an accident。 If he isn't dead； he should be back to work by now。〃
The military voice lost some of its crispness。 〃Sir； if he's employed here as you say…then he's security personnel。 I couldn't contact him for you； even if he were listed here。〃
〃Just get him to the phone；〃 Covenant moaned。 〃He'll talk to me。〃
〃What is your name； sir？〃
〃He'll talk to me。〃
〃Perhaps he will。 I still need to know your name。〃
〃Oh； hell！〃 Covenant wiped his eyes on the back of his hand； then said abjectly； 〃I'm Thomas Covenant。〃
〃Yes； sir。 I'll connect you to Major Rolle。 He may be able to help you。〃
The line clicked into silence。 In the background； Covenant could hear a running series of metallic snicks like the ticking of a deathwatch。 Pressure mounted in him。 The wound on his forehead throbbed like a scream。 He clasped the receiver to his head； and hugged himself with his free arm； straining for self…control。 When the line came to life again； he could hardly keep from howling at it。
〃Mr。 Covenant？〃 a bland； insinuating voice said。 〃I'm Major Rolle。 We're having trouble locating the person you wish to speak to。 This is a large departmentyou understand。 Could you tell me more about him？〃
〃His name is Hile Troy。 He works in one of your think tanks。 He's blind。〃 The words trembled between Covenant's lips as if he were freezing。
〃Blind； you say？ Mr。 Covenant； you mentioned an accident。 Can you tell me what happened to this Hile Troy？〃
〃Just let me talk to him。 Is he there or not？〃
The major hesitated； then said； 〃Mr。 Covenant； we have no blind men in this department。 Could you give me the source of your information？ I'm afraid you're the victim of…〃
Abruptly； Covenant was shouting； raging。 〃He fell out of a window when his apartment caught fire； and he was killed！ He never even existed！''
With a savage heave； he tore the phone cord from its socket； then turned and hurled it at the clock on the living…room wall。 The phone struck the clock and bounced to the floor as if it were impervious to injury； but the clock shattered and fell in pieces。
〃He's been dead for days！ He never existed！〃
In a paroxysm of fury； he las
