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ing in this radiance； like the movement of leaves in the wind。
〃What is it？〃
〃It es from the Grove… the Masters must be there。 They say it burnt so； with a light like moonlight； all night； when they met to choose the Archmage five years ago。 But why are they meeting now？ Is it the news you brought？〃
〃It may be；〃 said Arren。
Gamble； excited and uneasy； wanted to return to the Great House to hear any rumor of what the Council of the Masters portended。 Arren went with him； but looked back often at that strange radiance till the slope hid it； and there was only the new moon setting and the stars of spring。
Alone in the dark in the stone cell that was his sleeping…room； Arren lay with eyes open。 He had slept on a bed all his life； under soft furs； even in the twenty…oared galley in which he had e from Enlad they had provided their young prince with more fort than this…a straw pallet on the stone floor and a ragged blanket of felt。 But he noticed none of it。 〃I am at the center of the world；〃 he thought。 〃The Masters are talking in the holy place。 What will they do？ Will they weave a great magic to save magic？ Can it be true that wizardry is dying out of the world？ Is there a danger that threatens even Roke？ I will stay here。 I will not go home。 I would rather sweep his room than be a prince in Enlad。 Would he let me stay as a novice？ But perhaps there will be no more teaching of the art…magic； no more learning of the true names of things。 My father has the gift of wizardry； but I do not； perhaps it is indeed dying out of the world。 Yet I would stay near him； even if he lost his power and his art。 Even if I never saw him。 Even if he never said another word to me。〃 But his ardent imagination swept him on past that； so that in a moment he saw himself face to face with the Archmage once more in the court beneath the rowan tree； and the sky was dark and the tree leafless and the fountain silent； and he said； 〃My lord； the storm is on us； yet I will stay by thee and serve thee；〃 and the Archmage smiled at him。。。 But there imagination failed； for he had not seen that dark face smile。
In the morning he rose； feeling that yesterday he had been a boy； today he was a man。 He was ready for anything。 But when it came； he stood gaping。 〃The Archmage wishes to speak to you； Prince Arren；〃 said a little novice…lad at his doorway； who waited a moment and ran off before Arren could collect his wits to answer。
He made his way down the tower staircase and through stone corridors toward the Fountain Court； not knowing where he should go。 An old man met him in the corridor； smiling so that deep furrows ran down his cheeks from nose to chin： the same who had met him yesterday at the door of the Great House when he first came up from the harbor； and had required him to say his true name before he entered。 〃e this way；〃 said the Master Doorkeeper。
The halls and passages in this part of the building were silent； empty of the rush and racket of the boys that enlivened the rest。 Here one felt the great age of the walls。 The enchantment with which the ancient stones were laid and protected was here palpable。 Runes were graven on the walls at intervals； cut deep； some inlaid with silver。 Arren had learned the Runes of Hardie from his father； but none of these did he know； though certain of them seemed to hold a meaning that he almost knew； or had known and could not quite remember。
〃Here you are； lad；〃 said the Doorkeeper； who made no account of titles such as Lord or Prince。 Arren followed him into a long； low…beamed room； where on one side a fire burnt in a stone hearth； its flames reflecting in the oaken floor； and on the other side pointed windows let in the cold； soft light of fog。 Before the hearth stood a group of men。 All looked at him as he entered； but among them he saw only one； the Archmage。 He stopped； and bowed； and stood dumb。
〃These are the Masters of Roke； Arren；〃 said the Archmage； 〃seven of the nine。 The Patterner will not leave his Grove； and the Namer is in his tower； thirty miles to the north。 All of them know your errand here。 My lords； this is the son of Morred。〃
No pride roused in Arren at that phrase； but only a kind of dread。 He was proud of his lineage； but thought of himself only as an heir of princes； one of the House of Enlad。 Morred； from whom that house descended； had been dead two thousand years。 His deeds were matter of legends； not of this present world。 It was as if the Archmage had named him son of myth； inheritor of dreams。
He did not dare look up at the faces of the eight mages。 He stared at the iron…shod foot of the Archmage's staff； and felt the blood ringing in his ears。
〃e； let us breakfast together；〃 said the Archmage； and led them to a table set beneath the windows。 There was milk and sour beer； bread； new butter； and cheese。 Arren sat with them and ate。
He had been among noblemen； landholders； rich merchants； all his life。 His father's hall in Berila was full of them： men who owned much； who bought and sold much； who were rich in the things of the world。 They ate meat and drank wine and talked loudly； many disputed； many flattered； most sought something for themselves。 Young as he was； Arren had learned a good deal about the manners and disguises of humanity。 But he had never been among such men as these。 They ate bread and talked little； and their faces were quiet。 If they sought something； it was not for themselves。 Yet they were men of great power： that； too； Arren recognized。
Sparrowhawk the Archmage sat at the head of the table and seemed to listen to what was said； and yet there was a silence about him； and no one spoke to him。 Arren was let alone also； so that he had time to recover himself。 On his left was the Doorkeeper； and on his right a grey…haired man with a kindly look； who said to him at last； 〃We are countrymen； Prince Arren。 I was born in eastern Enlad； by the Forest of Aol。〃
〃I have hunted in that forest；〃 Arren replied； and they spoke together a little of the woods and towns of the Isle of the Myths； so that Arren was forted by the memory of his home。
When the meal was done； they drew together once more before the hearth； some sitting and some standing； and there was a little silence。
〃Last night；〃 the Archmage said； 〃we met in council。 Long we talked； yet resolved nothing。 I would hear you say now； in the morning light； whether you uphold or gainsay your judgment of the night。〃
〃That we resolved nothing；〃 said the Master Herbal； a stocky； dark…skinned man with calm eyes； 〃is itself a judgment。 In the Grove are patterns found； but we found nothing there but argument。〃
〃Only because we could not see the pattern plain；〃 said the grey…haired mage of Enlad； the Master Changer。 〃We do not know enough。 Rumors from Wathort； news from Enlad。 Strange news； and should be looked to。 But to raise a great fear on so little a foundation is unneedful。 Our power is not threatened only because a few sorcerers have forgotten their spells。〃
〃So say I；〃 said a lean； keen…eyed man； the Master Windkey。 〃Have we not all our powers？ Do not the trees of the Grove grow and put forth leaves？ Do not the storms of heaven obey our word？ Who can fear for the art of wizardry； which is the oldest of the arts of man？〃
〃No man；〃 said the Master Summoner； deep…voiced and tall； young； with a dark and noble face； 〃no man； no power； can bind the action of wizardry or still the words of power。 For they are the very words of the Making； and one who could silence them could unmake the world。〃
〃Aye； and one who could do that would not be on Wathort or Narveduen；〃 said the Changer。 〃He would be here at the gates of Roke； and the end of the world would be at hand！ We've not e to that pass yet〃
〃Yet there is something wrong；〃 said another； and they looked at him： deep…chested； solid as an oaken cask； he sat by the fire； and the voice came from him soft and true as the note of a great bell。 He was the Master Chanter。 〃Where is the king that should be in Havnor？ Roke is not the heart of the world。 That tower is； on which the sword of Erreth…Akbe is set； and in which stands the throne of Serriadh； of Akambar； of Maharion。 Eight hundred years has the heart of the world been empty！ We have the crown； but no king to wear it。 We have the Lost Rune； the King's Rune； the Rune of Peace； restored to us； but have we peace？ Let there be a king upon the throne； and we will have peace； and even in the farthest Reaches the sorcerers will practice their arts with untroubled mind； and there will be order and a due season to all things。〃
〃Aye；〃 said the Master Hand； a slight； quick man； modest of bearing but with clear and seeing eyes。 〃I am with you； Chanter。 What wonder that wizardry goes astray； when all else goes astray？ If the whole flock wander； will our black sheep stay by the fold？〃
At that the Doorkeeper laughed； but he said nothing。
〃Then to you all；〃 said the Archmage； it seems that there is nothing very wrong； or if； there is； it lies in this； that our lands are ungoverned or ill…governed； so that all the arts and high skills of men suffer from neglect。 With that much I agree。 Indeed it is because the South is all but lost to peaceful merce that we must depend on rumor； and who has any safe word from the West Reach； save this from Narveduen？ If ships went forth and came back safely as of old； if our lands of Earthsea were well…knit； we might know how things stand in the remote places； and so could act。 And I think we would act！ For； my lords； when the Prince of Enlad tells us that he spoke the words of the Making in a spell and yet did not know their meaning as he spoke them； when the Master Patterner says that there is fear at the roots and will say no more： is this so little a foundation for anxiety？ When a storm begins； it is only a little cloud on the horizon。〃
〃You have a sense for the black things； Sparrowhawk；〃 said the Doorkeeper。 〃You ever did。 Say what you think is wrong。〃
〃I do not know。 There is a weakening of power。 There is a want of resolution。 There is a dimming of the sun。 I feel； my lords… I feel as if we who sit here talking； were all wounded mortally； and while we talk and talk our blood runs softly from our veins。。。〃
〃And you
