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Post by thomasallencummins on Apr 12, 2007 17:35:05 GMT -5
"THE HEART OF OUR FAILURE REMAINS.""For forty years, this failure has clung to us. And now we have learned that Lord Foul has not been idle. The Land's enemy has grown power and armies. "He has built for himself a force more ill than any the Land has known, more fell than any we can hope to conquer. It may be that his hordes are already afoot against us. "So it is that we have called you, ur-Lord Covenant, Unbeliever and white gold wielder. You are our hope at the last. We have summoned you, though we knew it might carry a cost hard for you to bear. We have sworn service to the Land. Thomas Covenant! Will you not help us?" The poignancy of High Lord Elena's speech made Covenant's heart ache. Forty years had passed in the Land since he had last been summoned, and in that time Foul's strength had grown enormously. Covenant could not bear the thought of what they were asking of him. Yet he was their last chance; could he refuse them now, when their need was greatest? en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Illearth_War
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