She would not let go the child, she would not give the child to them. They were all men aboard the ship. Only after a long time did she begin to be able to take into her mind what they said, what had been done, what was happening. When she understood who the young man was, the one she had thought was her son, it seemed as if she had understood it all along, only she had not been able to think it. She had not been able to think anything.
He had come back onto the ship from the docks and now stood talking to a grey-haired man, the ship's master by the look of him, near the gangplank. He glanced over at Tenar, whom they had let stay crouching1 with Therru in a corner of the deck between the railing and a great windlass. The long day's weariness had won out over Therru's fear; she was fast asleep, close against Tenar, with her little pack for a pillow and her cloak for a blanket.
Tenar got up slowly, and the young man came to her at once. She straightened her skirts and tried to smooth her hair back. "I am Tenar of Atuan," she said. He stood still. She said, "I think you are the king."
He was very young, younger than her son, Spark. He could hardly be twenty yet. But there was a look to him that was not young at all, something in his eyes that made her think: He has been through the fire.
"My name is Lebannen of Enlad, my lady," he said, and he was about to bow or even kneel to her. She caught his hands so that they stood there face to face. "Not to me, she said, "nor I to you!"
He laughed in surprise, and held her hands while he stared at her frankly2. "How did you know I sought you? Were you coming to me, when that man-?"
"No, no. I was running away-from him-from-from ruffians- I was trying to go home, that's all."
"To Atuan?"
"Oh, no! To my farm. In Middle Valley. On Gont, here." She laughed too, a laugh with tears in it. The tears could be wept now, and would be wept. She let go the king's hands so that she could wipe her eyes.
"Where is it, Middle Valley?" he asked. "South and east, around the headlands there. Valmouth is the port.
"We'll take you there," he said, with delight in being able to offer it, to do it.
She smiled and wiped her eyes, nodding acceptance. "A glass of wine. Some food, some rest," he said, "and a bed for your child." The ship's master, listening discreetly3, gave orders. The bald sailor she remembered from what seemed a long time ago came forward. He was going to pick up Therru. Tenar stood between him and the child. She could not let him touch her. "I'll carry her," she said, her voice strained high.
"There's the stairs there, miss's. I'll do it," said the sailor, and she knew he was kind, but she could not let him touch Therru.
"Let me," the young man, the king, said, and with a glance at her for permission, he knelt, gathered up the sleeping child, and carried her to the hatchway and care-fully down the ladder-stairs. Tenar followed.
He laid her on a bunk4 in a tiny cabin, awkwardly, tenderly. He tucked the cloak around her. Tenar let him do so.
In a larger cabin that ran across the stern of the ship, with a long window looking out over the twilit bay, he asked her to sit at the oaken table. He took a tray from the sailor boy that brought it, poured out red wine in goblets5 of heavy glass, offered her fruit and cakes.
She tasted the wine.
"It's very good, but not the Dragon Year," she said.
He looked at her in unguarded surprise, like any boy.
"From Enlad, not the Andrades," he said meekly6.
"It's very fine," she assured him, drinking again. She took a cake. It was shortbread, very rich, not sweet. The green and amber7 grapes were sweet and tart8. The vivid tastes of the food and wine were like the ropes that moored9 the ship, they moored her to the world, to her mind again.
"I was very frightened," she said by way of apology. "I think I'll be myself again soon. Yesterday-no, today, this morning-there was a-a spell-" It was almost impossible to say the word, she stammered10 at it: "A c-curse-laid on me. It took my speech, and my wits, I think. And we ran from that, but we ran right to the man, the man who-" She looked up despairingly at the young man listening to her. His grave eyes let her say what must be said. "He was one of the people who crippled the child. He and her parents. They raped11 her and beat her and burned her; these things happen, my lord. These things happen to children. And he keeps following her, to get at her. And-"
She stopped herself, and drank wine, making herself taste its flavor.
"And so from him I ran to you. To the haven12." She looked about at the low, carved beams of the cabin, the polished table, the silver tray, the thin, quiet face of the young man. His hair was dark and soft, his skin a clear bronze-red; he was dressed well and plainly, with no chain or ring or outward mark of authority. But he looked the way a king should look, she thought.
"I'm sorry I let the man go," he said. "But he can be found again. Who was it laid the spell on you?"
"A wizard." She would not say the name. She did not want to think about all that. She wanted them all behind her. No retribution, no pursuit. Leave them to their hatreds13, put them behind her, forget.
Lebannen did not press, but he asked, "Will you be safe from these men on your farm?"
"I think so. If I hadn't been so tired, so confused by the-by the-so confused in my mind, so that I couldn't think, I wouldn't have been afraid of Handy. What could he have done? With all the people about, in the street? I shouldn't have run from him. But all I could feel was her fear. She's so little, all she can do is fear him. She'll have to learn not to fear him. I have to teach her that ..." She was wandering. Thoughts came into her head in Kargish. Had she been talking in Kargish? He would think she was mad, an old mad woman babbling14. She glanced up at him furtively15. His dark eyes were not on her; he gazed at the flame of the glass lamp that hung low over the table, a little, still, clear flame. His face was too sad for a young man's face.
"You came to find him," she said. "The archmage. Sparrowhawk."
"Ged," he said, looking at her with a faint smile. "You, and he, and I go by our true names.
"You and I, yes. But he, only to you and me."
He nodded.
"He's in danger from envious16 men, men of ill will, and he has no-no defense17, now. You know that?"
She could not bring herself to be plainer, but Lebannen said, "He told me that his power as a mage was gone. Spent in the act that saved me, and all of us. But it was hard to believe. I wanted not to believe him."'
"I too, But it is so. And so he-" Again she hesitated. "He wants to be alone until his hurts are healed," she said at last, cautiously.
Lebannen said, "He and I were in the dark land, the dry land, together. We died together. Together we crossed the mountains there. You can come back across the mountains. There is a way. He knew it. But the name of the mountains is Pain. The stones . . . The stones cut, and the cuts are long to heal."
He looked down at his hands. She thought of Ged's hands, scored and gashed18, clenched19 on their wounds. Holding the cuts close, closed.
Her own hand closed on the small stone in her pocket, the word she had picked up on the steep road.
"Why does he hide from me?'" the young man cried in grief. Then, quietly, "I hoped indeed to see him. But if he doesn't wish it, that's the end of it, of course." She recognized the courtliness, the civility, the dignity of the messengers from Havnor, and appreciated it; she knew its worth. But she loved him for his grief.
"Surely he'll come to you. Only give him time. He was so badly hurt-everything taken from him- But when he spoke20 of you, when he said your name, oh, then I saw him for a moment as he was-as he will be again- All pride!'"
"Pride?"' Lebannen repeated, as if startled.
"Yes. Of course, pride. Who should be proud, if not he?"
"I always thought of him as- He was so patient," Lebannen said, and then laughed at the inadequacy21 of his description.
"Now he has no patience," she said, "and is hard on himself beyond all reason. There's nothing we can do for him, I think, except let him go his own way and find himself at the end of his tether, as they say on Gont All at once she was at the end of her own tether, so weary she felt ill. "I think I must rest now,"" she said.
He rose at once. "Lady Tenar, you say you fled from one enemy and found another; but I came seeking a friend, and found another.' " She smiled at his wit and kindness. What a nice boy he is, she thought.
The ship was all astir when she woke: creaking and groaning22 of timbers, thud of running feet overhead, rattle23 of canvas, sailors' shouts. Therru was hard to waken and woke dull, perhaps feverish24, though she was always so warm that Tenar found it hard to judge her fevers. Remorseful25 for having dragged the fragile child fifteen miles on foot and for all that had happened yesterday, Tenar tried to cheer her by telling her that they were in a ship, and that there was a real king on the ship, and that the little room they were in was the king's own room; that the ship was taking them home, to the farm, and Aunty Lark26 would be waiting for them at home, and maybe Sparrowhawk would be there too. Not even that roused Therru's interest. She was blank, inert27, mute.
On her small, thin arm Tenar saw a mark-four fingers, red, like a brand, as from a bruising28 grip. But Handy had not gripped her, he had only touched her. Tenar had told her, had promised her that he would never touch her again. The promise had been broken. Her word meant nothing. What word meant anything, against deaf violence?
She bent29 down and kissed the marks on Therru's arm.
"I wish I'd had time to finish your red dress," she said. "The king would probably like to see it. But then, I suppose people don't wear their best clothes on a ship, even kings."
Therru sat on the bunk, her head bent down, and did not answer. Tenar brushed her hair. It was growing out thick at last, a silky black curtain over the burned parts of the scalp. "Are you hungry, birdlet? You didn't have any supper last night. Maybe the king will give us breakfast. He gave me cakes and grapes last night."
No response.
When Tenar said it was time to leave the room, she obeyed. Up on deck she stood with her head bent to her shoulder. She did not look up at the white sails full of the morning wind, nor at the sparkling water, nor back at Gont Mountain rearing its bulk and majesty30 of forest, cliff, and peak into the sky. She did not look up when Lebannen spoke to her.
"Therru," Tenar said softly, kneeling by her, "when a king speaks to you, you answer.
She was silent.
The expression of Lebannen's face as he looked at her was unreadable. A mask perhaps, a civil mask for revulsion, shock. But his dark eyes were steady. He touched the child's arm very lightly, saying, "It must be strange for you, to wake up in the middle of the sea."
She would eat only a little fruit. When Tenar asked her if she wanted to go back to the cabin, she nodded. Reluctant, Tenar left her curled up in the bunk and went back up on deck.
The ship was passing between the Armed Cliffs, towering grim walls that seemed to lean above the sails. Bowmen on guard in little forts like mud-swallows' nests high on the cliffs looked down at them on deck, and the sailors yelled cheerfully up at them. "Way for the king!"' they shouted, and the reply came down not much louder than the calling of swallows from the heights, "The king!"
Lebannen stood at the high prow31 with the ship's master and an elderly, lean, narrow-eyed man in the grey cloak of a mage of Roke Island. Ged had worn such a cloak, a clean, fine one, on the day he and she brought the Ring of ErrethAkbe to the Tower of the Sword; an old one, stained and dirty and travelworn, had been all his blanket on the cold stone of the Tombs of Atuan, and on the dirt of the desert mountains when they had crossed those mountains together. She was thinking of that as the foam32 flew by the ship's sides and the high cliffs fell away behind.
When the ship was out past the last reefs and had begun to swing eastward33, the three men came to her. Lebannen said, "My lady, this is the Master Windkey of Roke Island."
The mage bowed, looking at her with praise in his keen eyes, and curiosity also; a man who liked to know which way the wind blew, she thought.
"Now I needn"t hope the fair weather will hold, but can count on it,'" she said to him.
"I'm only cargo34 on a day like this,'" said the mage. "Besides, with a sailor like Master Serrathen handling the ship, who needs a weatherworker?"
We are so polite, she thought, all Ladies and Lords and Masters, all bows and compliments. She glanced at the young king. He was looking at her, smiling but reserved.
She felt as she had felt in Havnor as a girl: a barbarian35, uncouth36 among their smoothnesses. But because she was not a girl now, she was not awed37, but only wondered at how men ordered their world into this dance of masks, and how easily a woman might learn to dance it.
It would take them only the day, they told her, to sail to Valmouth. They would make port there by late afternoon, with this fair wind in the sails.
Still very weary from the long distress38 and strain of the day before, she was content to sit in the seat the bald sailor contrived39 for her out of a straw mattress40 and a piece of sailcloth, and watch the waves and the gulls41, and see the outline of Gont Mountain, blue and dreamy in the noon light, changing as they skirted its steep shores only a mile or two out from land. She brought Therru up to be in the sunshine, and the child lay beside her, watching and dozing43.
A sailor, a very dark man, toothless, came on bare feet with soles like hooves and hideously44 gnarled toes, and put something down on the canvas near Therru. "For the little girl,"' he said hoarsely45, and went off at once, though not far off. He looked around hopefully now and then from his work to see if she liked his gift and then pretended he had not looked around. Therru would not touch the little cloth-wrapped packet. Tenar had to open it. It was an exquisite46 carving47 of a dolphin, in bone or ivory, the length of her thumb.
"It can live in your grass bag," Tenar said, "with the others, the bone people."
At that Therru came to life enough to fetch out her grass bag and put the dolphin in it. But Tenar had to go thank the humble48 giver. Therru would not look at him or speak. After a while she asked to go back to the cabin, and Tenar left her there with the bone person, the bone animal, and the dolphin for company.
It's so easy, she thought with rage, it's so easy for Handy
to take the sunlight from her, take the ship and the king and her childhood from her, and it's so hard to give them back! A year I've spent trying to give them back to her, and with one touch he takes them and throws them away. And what good does it do him-what's his prize, his power? Is power that-an emptiness?
She joined the king and the mage at the ship's railing. The sun was well to the west now, and the ship drove through a glory of light that made her think of her dream of flying with the dragons.
"Lady Tenar," the king said, "I give you no message for our friend. It seems to me that to do so is to lay a burden on you, and also to encroach upon his freedom; and I don't want to do either. I am to be crowned within the month. If it were he that held the crown, my reign49 would begin as my heart desires. But whether he's there or not, he brought me to my kingdom. He made me king. I will not forget it."
"I know you will not forget it," she said gently. He was so intense, so serious, armored in the formality of his rank and yet vulnerable in his honesty, the purity of his will. Her heart yearned50 to him. He thought he had learned pain, but he would learn it again and again, all his life, and forget
And therefore he would not, like Handy, do the easy thing to do.
"I'll bear a message willingly," she said. "It's no burden. Whether he'd hear it is up to him."
The Master Windkey grinned. "It always was,"' he said. "Whatever he did was up to him."
"You've known him a long time?"
"Even longer than you, my lady. Taught him,'" said the mage. "What I could. . . . He came to the School on Roke, you know, as a boy, with a letter from Ogion telling us that he had great power. But the first time I had him out in a boat, to learn how to speak to the wind, you know, he raised up a waterspout. I saw then what we were in for. I thought, Either he'll be drowned before he's sixteen, or he'll be archmage before he's forty. . . . Or I like to think I thought it."
"Is he still archmage?"' Tenar asked. The question seemed baldly ignorant, and when it was greeted by a silence, she feared it had been worse than ignorant.
The mage said finally, "There is now no Archmage of Roke. " His tone was exceedingly cautious and precise.
She dared not ask what he meant.
"I think," said the king, "that the Healer of the Rune of Peace may be part of any council of this realm; don't you think so, sir?"
After another pause and evidently with a little struggle, the mage said, "Certainly."'
The king waited, but he said no more.
Lebannen looked out at the bright water and spoke as if he began a tale: "When he and I came to Roke from the farthest west, borne by the dragon He paused, and the dragon's name spoke itself in Tenar's mind, Kalessin, like a struck gong.
"The dragon left me there, but bore him away. The keeper of the door of the House of Roke said then, 'He has done with doing. He goes home.' And before that-on the beach of Selid or-he bade me leave his staff, saying he was no mage now. So the Masters of Roke took counsel to choose a new archmage.
"They took me among them, that I might learn what it might be well for a king to know about the Council of the Wise. And also I was one of them to replace one of their number: Thorion, the Summoner, whose art was turned against him by that great evil which my lord Sparrowhawk found and ended. When we were there, in the dry land, between the wall and the mountains, I saw Thorion. My lord spoke to him, telling him the way back to life across the wall. But he did not take it. He did not come back.""
The young man's strong, fine hands held hard to the ship's rail. He still gazed at the sea as he spoke. He was silent for a minute and then took up his story.
"So I made out the number, nine, who meet to choose the new archmage.
"They are . . . they are wise men," he said, with a glance at Tenar. "Not only learned in their art, but knowledgeable51 men. They use their differences, as I had seen before, to make their decision strong. But this time . . .
"The fact is," said the master windkey, seeing Lebannen unwilling52 to seem to criticize the Masters of Roke, "we were all difference and no decision. We could come to no agreement. Because the archmage wasn't dead-was alive, you see, and yet no mage-and yet still a dragonlord, it seemed. . . . And because our Changer was still shaken from the turning of his own art on him, and believed that the Summoner would return from death, and begged us to wait for him. . . . And because the Master Patterner would not speak at all. He is a Karg, my lady, like yourself; did you know that? He came to us from Karego-At. " " His keen eyes watched her: which way does the wind blow? "So because of all that, we found ourselves at a loss. When the Doorkeeper asked for the names of those from whom we would choose, not a name was spoken. Everybody looked at everybody else
"I looked at the ground," Lebannen said.
"So at last we looked to the one who knows the names:
the Master Namer. And he was watching the Patterner, who hadn't said a word, but sat there among his trees like a stump53. It's in the Grove54 we meet, you know, among those trees whose roots are deeper than the islands. It was late in the evening by then. Sometimes there's a light among those trees, but not that night. It was dark, no starlight, a cloudy sky above the leaves, And the Patterner stood up and spoke then-but in his own language, not in the Old Speech, nor in Hardic, but in Kargish. Few of us knew it or even knew what tongue it was, and we didn't know what to think. But the Namer told us what the Patterner had said. He said:
A woman on Gont. "
He stopped. He was no longer looking at her. After a bit she said, "Nothing more?"
"Not a word more. When we pressed him, he stared at us and couldn't answer; for he'd been in the vision, you see-he'd been seeing the shape of things, the pattern; and it's little of that can ever be put in words, and less into ideas. He knew no more what to think of what he'd said than the rest of us. But it was all we had."
The Masters of Roke were teachers, after all, and the Windkey was a very good teacher; he couldn't help but make his story clear. Clearer perhaps than he wanted. He glanced once again at Tenar, and away.
"So, you see, it seemed we should come to Gont. But for what? Seeking whom? 'A woman'-not much to go on! Evidently this woman is to guide us, show us the way, somehow, to our archmage. And at once, as you may think, my lady, you were spoken of-for what other woman on Gont had we ever heard of? It is no great island, but yours is a great fame. Then one of us said, 'She would lead us to Ogion.' But we all knew that Ogion had long ago refused to be archmage, and surely would not accept now that he was old and ill. And indeed Ogion was dying as we spoke, I think. Then another said, 'But she'd lead us also to Sparrowhawk!' And then we were truly in the dark."
"Truly," Lebannen said. "For it began to rain, there among the trees." He smiled. "I had thought I'd never hear rain fall again, It was a great joy to me.
"Nine of us wet," said the Windkey, "and one of us happy."
Tenar laughed. She could not help but like the man. If he was so wary55 of her, it behooved56 her to be wary of him; but to Lebannen, and in Lebannen's presence, only candor57 would do.
"Your 'woman on Gont' can't be me, then, for I will not lead you to Sparrowhawk."
"It was my opinion," the mage said with apparent and perhaps real candor of his own, "that it couldn't be you, my lady. For one thing, he would have said your name, surely, in the vision. Very few are those who bear their true names openly! But I am charged by the Council of Roke to ask you if you know of any woman on this isle58 who might be the one we seek-sister or mother to a man of power, or even his teacher; for there are witches very wise in their way. Maybe Ogion knew such a woman? They say he knew every soul on this island, for all he lived alone and wandered in the wilderness59. I wish he were alive to aid us now!
She had thought already of the fisherwoman of Ogion's story. But that woman had been old when Ogion knew her, years ago, and must be dead by now. Though dragons, she thought, lived very long lives, it was said.
She said nothing for a while, and then only, "I know no one of that sort."
She could feel the mage's controlled impatience60 with her. What's she holding out for? What is it she wants? he was thinking, no doubt. And she wondered why it was she could not tell him. His deafness silenced her. She could not even tell him he was deaf.
"So," she said at last, "there is no archmage of Earthsea. But there is a king."'
"In whom our hope and trust are well founded," the mage said with a warmth that became him well. Lebannen, watching and listening, smiled.
"In these past years," Tenar said, hesitant, "there have been many troubles, many miseries61. My-the little girl- Such things have been all too common. And I have heard men and women of power speak of the waning62, or the changing, of their power.
"That one whom the archmage and my lord defeated in the dry land, that Cob, caused untold63 harm and ruin. We shall be repairing our art, healing our wizards and our wizardry, for a long time yet," the mage said, decisively.
"I wonder if there might be more to be done than repairing and healing," she said, "though that too, of course- But I wonder, could it be that . . . that one such as Cob could have such power because things were already altering . . . and that a change, a great change, has been taking place, has taken place? And that it's because of that change that we have a king again in Earthsea-perhaps a king rather than an archmage?"'
The Windkey looked at her as if he saw a very distant storm cloud on the uttermost horizon. He even raised his right hand in the hint, the first sketch64, of a wind binding65 spell, and then lowered it again. He smiled. "Don't be afraid, my lady," he said. "Roke, and the Art Magic, will endure. Our treasure is well guarded!"
"Tell Kalessin that,"' she said, suddenly unable to endure the utter unconsciousness of his disrespect. It made him stare, of course. He heard the dragon's name. But it did not
make him hear her. How could he, who had never listened to a woman since his mother sang him his last cradle song, hear her?
"Indeed," said Lebannen, "Kalessin came to Roke, which is said to be defended utterly66 from dragons; and not through any spell of my lord's, for he had no magery then. . . . But I don't think, Master Windkey, that Lady Tenar was afraid for herself."'
The mage made an earnest effort to amend67 his offense68. "I'm sorry, my lady,"' he said, "I spoke as to an ordinary woman.
She almost laughed. She could have shaken him. She said only, indifferently, "My fears are ordinary fears." It was no use; he could not hear her.
But the young king was silent, listening.
A sailor boy up in the dizzy, swaying world of the masts and sails and rigging overhead called out clear and sweet, "Town there round the point!'" And in a minute those down on deck saw the little huddle69 of slate70 roofs, the spires71 of blue smoke, a few glass windows catching72 the westering sun, and the docks and piers73 of Valmouth on its bay of satiny blue water.
"Shall I take her in or will you talk her in, my lord?"' asked the calm ship's-master, and the Windkey replied, "Sail her in, master. I don't want to have to deal with all that flotsam!"-waving his hand at the dozens of fishing craft that littered the bay. So the king's ship, like a swan among ducklings, came tacking74 slowly in, hailed by every boat she passed .
Tenar looked along the docks, but there was no other seagoing vessel75.
"I have a sailor son,'" she said to Lebannen. "I thought his ship might be in."'
"What is his ship?'
"He was third mate aboard the Gull42 of Eskel, but that was more than two years ago. He may have changed ships. He's a restless man."' She smiled. "When I first saw you, I thought you were my son. You're nothing alike, only in being tall, and thin, and young. And I was confused, frightened. . . . Ordinary fears."
The mage had gone up on the master's station in the prow, and she and Lebannen stood alone.
"There is too much ordinary fear," he said.
It was her only chance to speak to him alone, and the words came out hurried and uncertain-' '1 wanted to say- but there was no use-but couldn't it be that there's a woman on Gont, I don't know who, I have no idea, but it could be that there is, or will be, or may be, a woman, and that they seek-that they need-her. Is it impossible?"
He listened. He was not deaf. But he frowned, intent, as if trying to understand a foreign language. And he said only, under his breath, "It may be."
A fisherwoman in her tiny dinghy bawled76 up, "Where from?'" and the boy in the rigging called back like a crowing cock, "From the King's City!"
"What is this ship's name?" Tenar asked. "My son will ask what ship I sailed on.
"Dolphin, " Lebannen answered, smiling at her. My son, my king, my dear boy, she thought. How I'd like to keep you nearby!
"I must go get my little one,'' " she said.
"How will you get home?"
"Afoot. It's only a few miles up the valley." She pointed77 past the town, inland, where Middle Valley lay broad and sunlit between two arms of the mountain, like a lap. "The village is on the river, and my farm's a half mile from the
village. It's a pretty corner of your kingdom."
"But will you be safe?"
"Oh, yes. I'll spend tonight with my daughter here in Valmouth, And in the village they're all to be depended on. I won't be alone."
Their eyes met for a moment, but neither spoke the name they both thought.
"Will they be coming again, from Roke?" she asked. "Looking for the 'woman on Gont"-or for him?"'
"Not for him. That, if they propose again, I will forbid," Lebannen said, not realizing how much he told her in those three words. "But as for their search for a new archmage, or for the woman of the Patterner's s vision, yes, that may bring them here. And perhaps to you.
"They'll be welcome at Oak Farm," she said. "Though not as welcome as you would be."
"I will come when I can," he said, a little sternly; and a little wistfully, "if I can."
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