Elendur went to his father, who was standing dark and alone, as if lost in thought. "Atarinya," he said, "what of the power that would cow these foul
creatures and command them to obey you? Is it then of no avail?"
"Alas, it is not, senya.
I cannot use it. I dread the pain of touching it. 23 And I have not yet found the strength to bend it to my will. It needs one greater than I now know myself to be. My pride has fallen.
It should go to the Keepers of the Three."
"My King," said Elendur, "Ciryon is dead and Aratan is dying. Your last counsellor must advise nay command you, as you commanded Ohtar. Go! Take your burden,
and at all costs bring it to the Keepers: even at the cost of abandoning your
men and me!"