"Wait," Ogion, who was Aihal now, had said to her, just before the wind of death had shaken him and torn him loose from living. "Over-all changed," he had whispered, and then, "Tenar, wait-" But he had not said what she should wait for. The change he had seen or known, perhaps; but what change? Was it his own death he meant, his own life that was over? He had spoken with joy, exulting2. He had charged her to wait.
"What else have I to do?" she said to herself, sweeping3 the floor of his house. "What else have I ever done?" And, speaking to her memory of him, "Shall I wait here, in your house?"
"Yes," said Aihal the Silent, silently, smiling.
So she swept out the house and cleaned the hearth4 and aired the mattresses5. She threw out some chipped crockery and a leaky pan, but she handled them gently. She even put her cheek against a cracked plate as she took it out to the midden, for it was evidence of the old mage's illness this past year. Austere7 he had been, living as plain as a poor farmer, but when his eyes were clear and his strength in him, he would never have used a broken plate or let a pan go unmended. These signs of his weakness grieved her, making her wish she had been with him to look after him.
"I would have liked that," she said to her memory of him, but he said nothing. He never would have anybody to look after him but himself. Would he have said to her, "You have better things to do?" She did not know. He was silent. But that she did right to stay here in his house, now, she was certain.
Shandy and her old husband, Clearbrook, who had been at the farm in Middle Valley longer than she herself had, would look after the flocks and the orchard8; the other couple on the farm, Tiff9 and Sis, would get the field crops in. The rest would have to take care of itself for a while. Her raspberry canes10 would be picked by the neighborhood children. That was too bad; she loved raspberries. Up here on the Overfell, with the sea wind always blowing, it was too cold to grow raspberries. But Ogion's little old peach tree in the sheltered nook of the house wall facing south bore eighteen peaches, and Therru watched them like a mousing cat till the day she came in and said in her hoarse11, unclear voice, "Two of the peaches are all red and yellow."
"Ah," said Tenar. They went together to the peach tree and picked the two first ripe peaches and ate them there, unpeeled. The juice ran down their chins. They licked their fingers.
"Can I plant it?" said Therru, looking at the wrinkled stone of her peach.
"Yes. This is a good place, near the old tree. But not too close. So they both have room for their roots and branches."
The child chose a place and dug the tiny grave. She laid the stone in it and covered it over. Tenar watched her. In the few days they had been living here, Therru had changed, she thought. She was still unresponsive, without anger, without joy; but since they had been here her awful vigilance, her immobility, had almost imperceptibly relaxed. She had desired the peaches. She had thought of planting the stone, of increasing the number of peaches in the world. At Oak Farm she was unafraid of two people only, Tenar and Lark12; but here she had taken quite easily to Heather, the goatherd of Re Albi, a bawling-voiced, gentle lackwit of twenty, who treated the child very much as another goat, a lame13 kid. That was all right. And Aunty Moss14 was all right too, no matter what she smelled like.
When Tenar had first lived in Re Albi, twenty-five years ago, Moss had not been an old witch but a young one. She had ducked and bowed and grinned at "the young lady," "the White Lady," Ogion's ward15 and student, never speaking to her but with the utmost respect. Tenar had felt that respect to be false, a mask for an envy and dislike and distrust that were all too familiar to her from women over whom she had been placed in a position of superiority, women who saw themselves as common and her as uncommon16, as privileged. Priestess of the Tombs of Atuan or foreign ward of the Mage of Gont, she was set apart, set above. Men had given her power, men had shared their power with her. Women looked at her from outside, sometimes rivalrous, often with a trace of ridicule17.
She had felt herself the one left outside, shut out. She had fled from the Powers of the desert tombs, and then she had left the powers of learning and skill offered her by her guardian18, Ogion. She had turned her back on all that, gone to the other side, the other room, where the women lived, to be one of them. A wife, a farmer's wife, a mother, a householder, undertaking19 the power that a woman was born to, the authority allotted20 her by the arrangements of mankind.
And there in the Middle Valley, Flint's wife, Goha, had
been welcome, all in all, among the women; a foreigner to be sure, white-skinned and talking a bit strange, but a notable housekeeper21, an excellent spinner, with well-behaved, well-grown children and a prospering22 farm: respectable. And among men she was Flint's woman, doing what a woman should do: bed, breed, bake, cook, clean, spin, sew, serve. A good woman. They approved of her. Flint did well for himself after all, they said. I wonder what a white woman's like, white all over? their eyes said, looking at her, until she got older and they no longer saw her.
Here, now, it was all changed, there was none of all that. Since she and Moss had kept the vigil for Ogion together, the witch had made it plain that she would be her friend, follower23, servant, whatever Tenar wanted her to be. Tenar was not at all sure what she wanted Aunty Moss to be, finding her unpredictable, unreliable, incomprehensible, passionate24, ignorant, sly, and dirty. But Moss got on with the burned child. Perhaps it was Moss who was working this change, this slight easing, in Therru. With her, Therru behaved as with everyone-blank, unanswering, docile25 in the way an inanimate thing, a stone, is docile. But the old woman had kept at her, offering her little sweets and treasures, bribing26, coaxing27, wheedling28. "Come with Aunty Moss now, dearie! Come along and Aunty Moss'll show you the prettiest sight you ever saw. . .
Moss's nose leaned out over her toothless jaws29 and thin lips; there was a wart30 on her cheek the size of a cherry pit; her hair was a grey-black tangle31 of charm-knots and wisps; and she had a smell as strong and broad and deep and complicated as the smell of a fox's den6. "Come into the forest with me, dearie!" said the old witches in the tales told to the children of Gont. "Come with me and I'll show you such a pretty sight!" And then the witch shut the child in her oven and baked it brown and ate it, or dropped it into her well, where it hopped32 and croaked33 dismally34 forever, or put it to sleep for a hundred years inside a great stone, till the King's Son should come, the Mage Prince, to shatter the stone with a word, wake the maiden35 with a kiss, and slay36 the wicked witch. . . .
"Come with me, dearie!" And she took the child into the fields and showed her a lark's nest in the green hay, or into the marshes37 to gather white hallows, wild mint, and blueberries. She did not have to shut the child in an oven, or change hen into a monster, on seal her in stone. That had all been done already.
She was kind to Therru, but it was a wheedling kindness, and when they were together it seemed that she talked to the child a great deal. Tenar did not know what Moss was telling or teaching hen, whether she should let the witch fill the child's head with stuff. Weak as woman 's magic, wicked as woman's magic, she had heard said a hundred times. And indeed she had seen that the witcheny of such women as Moss or Ivy38 was often weak in sense and sometimes wicked in intent or through ignorance. Village witches, though they might know many spells and charms and some of the great songs, were never trained in the High Arts on the principles of magery. No woman was so trained. Wizardry was a man's work, a man's skill; magic was made by men. There had never been a woman mage. Though some few had called themselves wizard or sorceress, their power had been untrained, strength without art or knowledge, half frivolous40, half dangerous.
The ordinary village witch, like Moss, lived on a few words of the True Speech handed down as great treasures from older witches on bought at high cost from sorcerers, and a supply of common spells of finding and mending, much meaningless ritual and mystery-making and jibberish, a solid experiential training in midwifery, bonesetting, and curing animal and human ailments41, a good knowledge of herbs mixed with a mess of superstitions-all this built up on whatever native gift she might have of healing, chanting, changing, or spellcasting. Such a mixture might be a good one or a bad one. Some witches were fierce, bitter women, ready to do harm and knowing no reason not to do harm. Most were midwives and healers with a few love potions, fertility charms, and potency42 spells on the side, and a good deal of quiet cynicism about them. A few, having wisdom though no learning, used their gift purely43 for good, though they could not tell, as any prentice wizard could, the reason for what they did, and prate44 of the Balance and the Way of Power to justify45 their action or abstention. "I follow my heart," one of these women had said to Tenar when she was Ogion's ward and pupil. "Lord Ogion is a great mage. He does you great honor, teaching you. But look and see, child, if all he's taught you isn't finally to follow your heart."
Tenar had thought even then that the wise woman was right, and yet not altogether night; there was something left out of that. And she still thought so.
Watching Moss with Therru now, she thought Moss was following her heart, but it was a dark, wild, queer heart, like a crow, going its own ways on its own errands. And she thought that Moss might be drawn46 to Therru not only by kindness but by Therru's hurt, by the harm that had been done her: by violence, by fire.
Nothing Therru did or said, however, showed that she was learning anything from Aunty Moss except where the lark nested and the blueberries grew and how to make cat's cradles one-handed. Thernu's right hand had been so eaten by fire that it had healed into a kind of club, the thumb usable only as a pincer, like a crab's claw. But Aunty Moss had an amazing set of cat's cradles for four fingers and a thumb, and rhymes to go with the figures-
Churn churn cherry all!
Burn burn bury all.'
Come, dragon, come!
-and the string would form four triangles that flicked47 into a square. . . . Therru never sang aloud, but Tenar heard her whispering the chant under her breath as she made the figures, alone, sitting on the doorstep of the mage's house.
And, Tenar thought, what bond linked her, herself, to the child, beyond pity, beyond mere48 duty to the helpless? Lark would have kept her if Tenar had not taken her. But Tenar had taken her without ever asking herself why. Had she been following hen heart? Ogion had asked nothing about the child, but he had said, "They will fear her." And Tenar had replied, "They do," and truly. Maybe she herself feared the child, as she feared cruelty, and rape49, and fire. Was fear the bond that held her?
"Goha," Therru said, sitting on her heels under the peach tree, looking at the place in the hard summer dirt where she had planted the peach stone, "what are dragons?"
"Great creatures," Tenar said, "like lizards50, but longer than a ship-bigger than a house. With wings, like birds. They breathe out fire."
"Do they come here?"
"No," Tenar said.
Therru asked no more.
"Has Aunty Moss been telling you about dragons?"
Therru shook her head. "You did," she said.
"Ah," said Tenar. And presently, "The peach you planted will need water to grow. Once a day, till the rains come.
Therru got up and trotted51 off around the corner of the house to the well. Her legs and feet were perfect, unhurt. Tenar liked to see her walk or run, the dank, dusty, pretty little feet on the earth. She came back with Ogion's watering-jug, struggling along with it, and tipped out a small flood oven the new planting.
"So you remember the story about when people and dragons were all the same. . . . It told how the humans came here, eastward52, but the dragons all stayed in the far western isles53. A long, long way away.
Therru nodded. She did not seem to be paying attention, but when Tenar, saying "the western isles," pointed54 out to the sea, Therru turned her face to the high, bright horizon glimpsed between staked bean-plants and the milking shed.
A goat appeared on the roof of the milking shed and arranged itself in profile to them, its head nobly poised55; apparently56 it considered itself to be a mountain goat.
"Sippy's got loose again," said Tenar.
"Hesssss! Hesssss!" went Thernu, imitating Heathen's goat call; and Heathen herself appeared by the bean-patch fence, saying "Hesssss!" up at the goat, which ignored her, gazing thoughtfully down at the beans.
Tenar left the three of them to play the catching-Sippy game. She wandered on past the bean patch towards the edge of the cliff and along it. Ogion's house stood apart from the village and closer than any other house to the edge of the Ovenfell, here a steep, grassy57 slope broken by ledges58 and outcrops of rock, where goats could be pastured. As you went on north the drop grew even steeper, till it began to fall sheer; and on the path the rock of the great ledge39 showed through the soil, till a mile or so north of the village the Overfell had narrowed to a shelf of reddish sandstone hanging above the sea that undercut its base two thousand feet below.
Nothing grew at that far end of the Ovenfell but lichens59 and rockworts and here and there a blue daisy, wind-stunted, like a button dropped on the rough, crumbling60 stone. Inland of the cliff's edge to the north and east, above a narrow strip of marshland the dark, tremendous side of Gont Mountain nose up, forested almost to the peak. The cliff stood so high above the bay that one must look down to see its outer shores and the vague lowlands of Essany. Beyond them, in all the south and west, there was nothing but the sky above the sea.
Tenar had liked to go there in the years she had lived in Re Albi. Ogion had loved the forests, but she, who had lived in a desert where the only trees for a hundred miles were a gnarled orchard of peach and apple, hand watered in the endless summers, where nothing grew green and moist and easy, where there was nothing but a mountain and a great plain and the sky-she liked the cliff's edge better than the enclosing woods. She liked having nothing at all over her head.
The lichens, the grey rockwort, the stemless daisies, she liked them too; they were familiar. She sat down on the shelving rock a few feet from the edge and looked out to sea as she had used to do. The sun was hot but the ceaseless wind cooled the sweat on her face and arms. She leaned back on her hands and thought of nothing, sun and wind and sky and sea filling her, making her transparent61 to sun, wind, sky, sea. But her left hand reminded her of its existence, and she looked round to see what was scratching the heel of hen hand. It was a tiny thistle, crouched62 in a crack in the sandstone, barely lifting its colorless spikes64 into the light and wind. It nodded stiffly as the wind blew, resisting the wind, rooted in rock. She gazed at it for a long time.
When she looked out to sea again she saw, blue in the blue haze65 where sea met sky, the line of an island: Orane'a, easternmost of the Inner Isles.
She gazed at that faint dream-shape, dreaming, until a bird flying from the west over the sea drew her gaze. It was not a gull66, for it flew steadily67, and too high to be a pelican68. Was it a wild goose, or an albatross, the great, rare voyager of the open sea, come among the islands? She watched the slow beat of the wings, far out and high in the dazzling air. Then she got to her feet, retreating a little from the cliff's edge, and stood motionless, her heart going hard and hen breath caught in her throat, watching the sinuous69, iron-dark body borne by long, webbed wings as red as fire, the out-reaching claws, the coils of smoke fading behind it in the air.
Straight to Gont it flew, straight to the Ovenfell, straight to her. She saw the glitter of rust-black scales and the gleam of the long eye. She saw the red tongue that was a tongue of flame. The stink70 of burning filled the wind, as with a hissing71 roar the dragon, turning to land on the shelf of rock, breathed out a sigh of fire.
Its feet clashed on the rock. The thorny72 tail, writhing73, rattled74, and the wings, scarlet75 where the sun shone through them, stormed and rustled76 as they folded down to the mailed flanks. The head turned slowly. The dragon looked at the woman who stood there within reach of its scythe-blade talons77. The woman looked at the dragon. She felt the heat of its body.
She had been told that men must not look into a dragon's eyes, but that was nothing to hen. It gazed straight at her from yellow eyes under armored canapaces wide-set above the narrow nose and flaring78, fuming79 nostrils80. And her small, soft face and dank eyes gazed straight at it.
Neither of them spoke1.
The dragon turned its head aside a little so that she was not destroyed when it did speak, or perhaps it laughed-a great "Hah!" of orange flame.
Then it lowered its body into a crouch63 and spoke, but not to her.
"A hivaraihe, Ged," it said, mildly enough, smokily, with a flicker81 of the burning tongue; and it lowered its head.
Tenar saw for the first time, then, the man astride its back. In the notch82 between two of the high sword-thorns that rose in a now down its spine83 he sat, just behind the neck and above the shoulders where the wings had root. His hands were clenched84 on the rust-dark mail of the dragon's neck and his head leaned against the base of the sword-thorn, as if he were asleep.
"A hi eheraihe, Ged!" said the dragon, a little louder, its long mouth seeming always to smile, showing the teeth as long as Tenan's forearm, yellowish, with white, sharp tips.
The man did not stir.
The dragon turned its long head and looked again at Tenar.
"Sobriost," it said, in a whisper of steel sliding over steel.
That word of the Language of the Making she knew. Ogion had taught her all she would learn of that tongue. Go up, the dragon said: mount! And she saw the steps to mount. The taloned85 foot, the crooked86 elbow, the shoulderjoint, the first musculature of the wing: four steps.
She too said, "Hah!" but not in a laugh, only trying to get her breath, which kept sticking in her throat; and she lowered hen head a moment to stop her dizzy faintness.
Then she went forward, past the talons and the long lipless mouth and the long yellow eye, and mounted the shoulder of the dragon. She took the man's arm. He did not move, but surely he was not dead, for the dragon had brought him here and spoken to him. "Come on," she said, and then seeing his face as she loosened the clenched grip of his left hand, "Come on, Ged. Come on. . . .
He raised his head a little. His eyes were open, but unseeing. She had to climb around him, scratching hen legs on the hot, mailed hide of the dragon, and unclench his right hand from a horny knob at the base of the sword-thorn. She got him to take hold of her arms, and so could carry-drag him down those four strange stairs to earth.
He roused enough to try to hold on to hen, but there was no strength in him. He sprawled87 off the dragon onto the rock like a sack unloaded, and lay there.
The dragon turned its immense head and in a completely animal gesture nosed and sniffed88 at the man's body.
It lifted its head, and its wings too half lifted with a vast, metallic89 sound. It shifted its feet away from Ged, closer to the edge of the cliff. Turning back the head on the thorned neck, it stared once more directly at Tenar, and its voice like the dry roar of a kiln-fire spoke: "Thesse Kalessin."
The sea wind whistled in the dragon's half-open wings. "Thesse Tenar," the woman said in a clean, shaking voice. The dragon looked away, westward90, over the sea. It twitched91 its long body with a clink and clash of iron scales, then abruptly92 opened its wings, crouched, and leapt straight out from the cliff onto the wind. The dragging tail scored the sandstone as it passed. The red wings beat down, lifted, and beat down, and already Kalessin was fan from land, flying straight, flying west.
Tenar watched it till it was no larger than a wild goose or a gull. The air was cold. When the dragon had been there it had been hot, furnace-hot, with the dragon's inward fire. Tenar shivered. She sat down on the rock beside Ged and began to cry. She hid her face in her arms and wept aloud. "What can I do?" she cried. "What can I do now?"
Presently she wiped hen eyes and nose on hen sleeve, put back her hair with both hands, and turned to the man who lay beside her. He lay so still, so easy on the bare rock, as if he might lie there forever.
Tenar sighed. There was nothing she could do, but there was always the next thing to be done.
She could not carry him. She would have to get help. That meant leaving him alone. It seemed to her that he was too near the cliff's edge. If he tried to get up he might fall, weak and dizzy as he would be. How could she move him? He did not rouse at all when she spoke and touched him. She took him under the shoulders and tried to pull him, and to her surprise succeeded; dead weight as he was, the weight was not much. Resolute93, she dragged him ten on fifteen feet inland, off the bane rock shelf onto a bit of dirt, where dry bunchgrass gave some illusion of shelter. There she had to leave him. She could not run, for her legs shook and her breath still came in sobs94. She walked as fast as she could to Ogion's house, calling out as she approached it to Heather, Moss, and Thenru.
The child appeared around the milking shed and stood, as her way was, obedient to Tenar's call but not coming forward to greet or be greeted .
"Therru, run into town and ask anyone to come-anybody strong- There's a man hurt on the cliff."
Therru stood there. She had never gone alone into the village. She was frozen between obedience95 and fear. Tenan saw that and said, "Is Aunty Moss here? Is Heather? The
three of us can carry him. Only, quick, quick, Therru!" She felt that if she let Ged lie unprotected there he would surely die. He would be gone when she came back-dead, fallen, taken by dragons. Anything could happen. She must hurry before it happened. Flint had died of a stroke in his fields and she had not been with him. He had died alone. The shepherd had found him lying by the gate. Ogion had died and she could not keep him from dying, she could not give him breath. Ged had come home to die and it was the end of everything, there was nothing left, nothing to be done, but she must do it. "Quick, Therru! Bring anyone!"
She started shakily towards the village herself, but saw old Moss hurrying across the pasture, stumping96 along with her thick hawthorn97 stick. "Did you call me, dearie?"
Moss's presence was an immediate98 relief. She began to get her breath and be able to think. Moss wasted no time in questions, but hearing there was a man hurt who must be moved, got the heavy canvas mattress-cover that Tenar had been airing, and lugged99 it out to the end of the Over-fell. She and Tenan rolled Ged onto it and were dragging this conveyance100 laboriously101 homeward when Heathen came trotting102 along, followed by Therru and Sippy. Heathen was young and strong, and with hen help they could lift the canvas like a litter and canny103 the man to the house.
Tenar and Therru slept in the alcove104 in the west wall of the long single room. There was only Ogion's bed at the fan end, covered now with a heavy linen105 sheet. There they laid the man. Tenar put Ogion's blanket over him, while Moss muttered charms around the bed, and Heather and Therru stood and stared .
"Let him be now," said Tenar, leading them all to the front pant of the house.
"Who is he?" Heather asked.
"What was he doing on the Overfell?" Moss asked.
"You know him, Moss. He was Ogion's-Aihal's prentice, once.
The witch shook her head. "That was the lad from Ten Alders106, dearie," she said. "The one that's Anchmage in Roke, now."
Tenan nodded.
"No, dearie," said Moss. "This looks like him. But isn't him. This man's no mage. Not even a sorcerer."
Heathen looked from one to the other, entertained. She did not understand most things people said, but she liked to hear them say them.
"But I know him, Moss. It's Sparrowhawk." Saying the name, Ged's use-name, released a tenderness in her, so that for the first time she thought and felt that this was he indeed, and that all the years since she had first seen him were their bond. She saw a light like a star in darkness, underground, long ago, and his face in the light. "I know him, Moss." She smiled, and then smiled more broadly. "He's the first man I ever saw," she said.
Moss mumbled107 and shifted. She did not like to contradict "Mistress Goha," but she was perfectly108 unconvinced. "There's tricks, disguises, transformations109, changes," she said. "Better be careful, dearie. How did he get where you found him, away out there? Did any see him come through the village?"
"None of you-saw-?"
They stared at her. She tried to say "the dragon" and could not. Her lips and tongue would not form the word. But a word formed itself with them, making itself with her mouth and breath. "Kalessin," she said.
Therru was staring at her. A wave of warmth, heat, seemed to flow from the child, as if she were in fever. She said nothing, but moved her lips as if repeating the name, and that fever heat burned around her.
"Tricks!" Moss said. "Now that our mage is gone there'll be all kinds of tnicksters coming round."
"I came from Atuan to Havnon, from Havnor to Gont, with Sparnowhawk, in an open boat," Tenar said drily.
"You saw him when he brought me here, Moss. He wasn't archmage then. But he was the same, the same man. Are there other scars like those?"
Confronted, the olden woman became still, collecting herself. She glanced at Therru. "No," she said. "But-"
"Do you think I wouldn't know him?"
Moss twisted her mouth, frowned, rubbed one thumb with the other, looking at hen hands. "There's evil things in the world, mistress," she said. "A thing that takes a man's form and body, but his soul's gone-eaten- "The gebbeth?"
Moss cringed at the word spoken openly. She nodded.
"They do say, once the mage Sparrowhawk came here, long ago, before you came with him. And a thing of dankness came with him-following him. Maybe it still does. Maybe-"
"The dragon who brought him here," Tenar said, "called him by his true name. And I know that name. Wrath110 at the witch's obstinate111 suspicion rang in hen voice.
Moss stood mute. Her silence was better argument than her words.
"Maybe the shadow on him is his death," Tenan said. "Maybe he's dying. I don't know. If Ogion-"
At the thought of Ogion she was in tears again, thinking how Ged had come too late. She swallowed the tears and went to the woodbox for kindling112 for the fire. She gave Therru the kettle to fill, touching113 hen face as she spoke to her. The seamed and slabby114 scars were hot to touch, but the child was not feverish115. Tenar knelt to make the fire. Somebody in this fine household-a witch, a widow, a cripple, and a half-wit-had to do what must be done, and not frighten the child with weeping. But the dragon was gone, and was there nothing to come any more but death?
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