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ck　is　lifted；　the　earth　is　lighter；　the　hand　that　bears　it　heavier。　When　it　is　thrown；　the　circuits　of　the　stars　respond；　and　where　it　strikes　or　falls　the　universe　is　changed。　On　every　act　the　balance　of　the　whole　depends。　The　winds　and　seas；　the　powers　of　water　and　earth　and　light；　all　that　these　do；　and　all　that　the　beasts　and　green　things　do；　is　well　done；　and　rightly　done。　All　these　act　within　the　Equilibrium。　From　the　hurricane　and　the　great　whale's　sounding　to　the　fall　of　a　dry　leaf　and　the　gnat's　flight；　all　they　do　is　done　within　the　balance　of　the　whole。　But　we；　insofar　as　we　have　power　over　the　world　and　over　one　another；　we　must　learn　to　do　what　the　leaf　and　the　whale　and　the　wind　do　of　their　own　nature。　We　must　learn　to　keep　the　balance。　Having　intelligence；　we　must　not　act　in　ignorance。　Having　choice；　we　must　not　act　without　responsibility。　Who　am　I　…though　I　have　the　power　to　do　it…　to　punish　and　reward；　playing　with　men's　destinies？〃
　　〃But　then；〃　the　boy　said；　frowning　at　the　stars；　〃is　the　balance　to　be　kept　by　doing　nothing？　Surely　a　man　must　act；　even　not　knowing　all　the　consequences　of　his　act；　if　anything　is　to　be　done　at　all？〃
　　〃Never　fear。　It　is　much　easier　for　men　to　act　than　to　refrain　from　acting。　We　will　continue　to　do　good　and　to　do　evil。。。　But　if　there　were　a　king　over　us　all　again　and　he　sought　counsel　of　a　mage；　as　in　the　days　of　old；　and　I　were　that　mage；　I　would　say　to　him：　My　lord；　do　nothing　because　it　is　righteous　or　praiseworthy　or　noble　to　do　so；　do　nothing　because　it　seems　good　to　do　so；　do　only　that　which　you　must　do　and　which　you　cannot　do　in　any　other　way。〃
　　There　was　that　in　his　voice　which　made　Arren　turn　to　watch　him　as　he　spoke。　He　thought　that　the　radiance　of　light　was　shining　again　from　his　face；　seeing　the　hawk　nose　and　the　scarred　cheek；　the　dark；　fierce　eyes。　And　Arren　looked　at　him　with　love；　but　also　with　fear；　thinking；　〃He　is　too　far　above　me。〃　Yet　as　he　gazed　he　became　aware　at　last　that　it　was　no　magelight；　no　cold　glory　of　wizardry；　that　lay　shadowless　on　every　line　and　plane　of　the　man's　face；　but　light　itself：　morning；　the　mon　light　of　day。　There　was　a　power　greater　than　the　mage's。　And　the　years　had　been　no　kinder　to　Sparrowhawk　than　to　any　man。　Those　were　lines　of　age；　and　he　looked　tired；　as　the　light　grew　ever　stronger。　He　yawned。。。
　　So　gazing　and　wondering　and　pondering；　Arren　fell　asleep　at　last。　But　Sparrowhawk　sat　by　him　watching　the　dawn　e　and　the　sun　rise；　even　as　one　might　study　a　treasure　for　something　gone　amiss　in　it；　a　jewel　flawed；　a　child　sick。
　
　Sea　Dreams
　
　　Late　in　the　morning　Sparrowhawk　took　the　magewind　from　the　sail　and　let　his　boat　go　by　the　world's　wind；　which　blew　softly　to　the　south　and　west。　Far　off　to　the　right；　the　hills　of　southern　Wathort　slipped　away　and　fell　behind；　growing　blue　and　small；　like　misty　waves　above　the　waves。
　　Arren　woke。　The　sea　basked　in　the　hot；　gold　noon；　endless　water　under　endless　light。　In　the　stern　of　the　boat　Sparrowhawk　sat　naked　except　for　a　loincloth　and　a　kind　of　turban　made　from　sailcloth。　He　was　singing　softly；　striking　his　palms　on　the　thwart　as　if　it　were　a　drum；　in　a　light；　monotonous　rhythm。　The　song　he　sang　was　no　spell　of　wizardry；　no　chant　or　Deed　of　heroes　or　kings；　but　a　lilting　drone　of　non…sense　words；　such　as　a　boy　might　sing　as　he　herded　goats　through　the　long；　long　afternoons　of　summer；　in　the　high　hills　of　Gont；　alone。
　　From　the　sea's　surface　a　fish　leapt　up　and　glided　through　the　air　for　many　yards　on　stiff；　shimmering　vanes　like　the　wings　of　dragonflies。
　　〃We're　in　the　South　Reach；〃　Sparrowhawk　said　when　his　song　was　done。　〃A　strange　part　of　the　world；　where　the　fish　fly　and　the　dolphins　sing；　they　say。　But　the　water's　mild　for　swimming；　and　I　have　an　understanding　with　the　sharks。　Wash　the　touch　of　the　slave…taker　from　you。〃
　　Arren　was　sore　in　every　muscle　and　loath　to　move　at　first。　Also　he　was　an　unpracticed　swimmer；　for　the　seas　of　Enlad　are　bitter；　so　that　one　must　fight　with　them　rather　than　swim　in　them　and　is　soon　exhausted。　This　bluer　sea　was　cold　at　first　plunge；　then　delightful。　Aches　dropped　away　from　him。　He　thrashed　by　Lookfar's　side　like　a　young　sea…serpent。　Spray　flew　up　in　fountains。　Sparrowhawk　joined　him；　swimming　with　a　firmer　stroke。　Docile　and　protective；　Lookfar　waited　for　them；　white…winged　on　the　shining　water。　A　fish　leapt　from　sea　to　air；　Arren　pursued　it；　it　dived；　leapt　up　again；　swimming　in　air；　flying　in　the　sea；　pursuing　him。
　　Golden　and　supple；　the　boy　played　and　basked　in　the　water　and　the　light　until　the　sun　touched　the　sea。　And　dark　and　spare；　with。　the　economy　of　gesture　and　the　terse　strength　of　age；　the　man　swam；　and　kept　the　boat　on　course；　and　rigged　up　an　awning　of　sailcloth；　and　watched　the　swimming　boy　and　the　flying　fish　with　an　impartial　tenderness。
　　〃Where　are　we　heading？〃　Arren　asked　in　the　late　dusk；　after　eating　largely　of　salt　meat　and　hard　bread；　and　already　sleepy　again。
　　〃Lorbanery；〃　Sparrowhawk　replied；　and　the　soft　syllables　formed　the　last　word　Arren　heard　that　night；　so　that　his　dreams　of　the　early　night　wove　themselves　about　it。　He　dreamt　he　was　walking　in　drifts　of　soft；　pale…colored　stuff；　shreds　and　threads　of　pink　and　gold　and　azure；　and　felt　a　foolish　pleasure；　someone　told　him；　〃These　are　the　silk…fields　of　Lorbanery；　where　it　never　gets　dark。〃　But　later；　in　the　fag…end　of　night；　when　the　stars　of　autumn　shone　in　the　sky　of　spring；　he　dreamt　that　he　was　in　a　ruined　house。　It　was　dry　there。　Everything　was　dusty；　and　festooned　with　ragged；　dusty　webs。　Arren's　legs　were　tangled　in　the　webs；　and　they　drifted　across　his　mouth　and　nostrils；　stopping　his　breath。　And　the　worst　horror　of　it　was　that　he　knew　the　high；　ruined　room　was　that　hall　where　he　had　breakfasted　with　the　Masters；　in　the　Great　House　on　Roke。
　　He　woke　all　in　dismay；　his　heart　pounding；　his　legs　cramped　against　a　thwart。　He　sat　up；　trying　to　get　away　from　the　evil　dream。　In　the　east　there　was　not　yet　light；　but　a　dilution　of　darkness。　The　mast　creaked；　the　sail；　still　taut　to　the　northeast　breeze；　glimmered　high　and　faint　above　him。　In　the　stern　his　panion　slept　sound　and　silent。　Arren　lay　down　again　and　dozed　till　clear　day　woke　him。
　　This　day　the　sea　was　bluer　and　quieter　than　he　had　ever　imagined　it　could　be；　the　water　so　mild　and　clear　that　swimming　in　it　was　half　like　gliding　or　floating　upon　air；　strange　it　was　and　dreamlike。
　　In　the　noontime　he　asked；　〃Do　wizards　make　much　account　of　dreams？〃
　　Sparrowhawk　was　fishing。　He　watched　his　line　attentively。　After　a　long　time　he　said；　〃Why？〃
　　〃I　wondered　if　there's　ever　truth　in　them。〃
　　〃Surely。〃
　　〃Do　they　foretell　truly？〃
　　But　the　mage　had　a　bite；　and　ten　minutes　later；　when　he　had　landed　their　lunch；　a　splendid　silverblue　sea　bass；　the　question　was　clean　forgotten。
　　In　the　afternoon　as　they　lazed　under　the　awning　rigged　to　give　shelter　from　the　imperious　sun；　Arren　asked；　〃What　do　we　seek　in　Lorbanery？〃
　　〃That　which　we　seek；〃　said　Sparrowhawk。
　　〃In　Enlad；〃　said　Arren　after　a　while；　〃we　have　a　story　about　the　boy　whose　schoolmaster　was　a　stone：'
　　〃Aye？。。。　What　did　he　learn？〃
　　〃Not　to　ask　questions。〃
　　Sparrowhawk　snorted；　as　if　suppressing　a　laugh；　and　sat　up。　〃Very　well！〃　he　said。　〃Though　I　prefer　to　save　talking　till　I　know　what　I'm　talking　about。　Why　is　there　no　more　magic　done　in　Hort　Town　and　in　Narveduen　and　maybe　throughout　all　the　Reaches？　That's　what　we　seek　to　learn；　is　it　not？〃
　　〃Yes。〃
　　〃Do　you　know　the　old　saying；　Rules　change　in　the　Reaches？　Seamen　use　it；　but　it　is　a　wizards'　saying；　and　it　means　that　wizardry　itself　depends　on　place。　A　true　spell　on　Roke　may　be　mere　words　on　Iffish。　The　language　of　the　Making　is　not　everywhere　remembered；　here　one　word；　there　another。　And　the　weaving　of　spells　is　itself　interwoven　with　the　earth　and　the　water；　the　winds　and　the　fall　of　light　of　the　place　where　it　is　cast。　I　once　sailed　far　into　the　East；　so　far　that　neither　wind　nor　water　heeded　my　mand；　being　ignorant　of　their　true　names；　or　more　likely　it　was　I　who　was　ignorant。
　　〃The　world　is　very　large；　the　Open　Sea　going　on　past　all　knowledge；　and　there　are　worlds　beyond　the　world。　Over　these　abysses　of　space　and　in　the　long　extent　of　time；　I　doubt　whether　any　word　that　can　be　spoken　would　bear；　everywhere　and　forever；　its　weight　of　meaning　and　its　power；　unless　it　were　that　First　Word　which　Segoy　spoke；　making　all；　or　the　Final　Word；　which　has　not　been　nor　will　be　spoken　until　all　things　are　unmade。。。　So；　even　within　this　world　of　our　Earthsea；　the　little　islands　that　we　know；　there　are　differences　and　mysteries　and　changes。　And　the　place　least　known　and　fullest　of　mysteries　is　the　South　Reach。　Few　wizards　of　the　Inner　Lands　have　e　among　these　people。　They　do　not　wele　wizards；　having　…so　it　is　believed…　their　own　kinds　of　magic。　But　the　rumors　of　these　are　vague；　and　it　may　be　that　the　art　magic　was　never　well　known　there；　nor　fully　understood。　If　so；　it　would　be　easily　undone　by　one　who　set　himself　to　the　undoing　of　it；　and　sooner　weakened　than　our　wizardry　of　the　Inner　Lands。　And　then　we　might　hear　tales　of　the　failure　of　magic　in　the　South。
　　〃For　discipline　is　the　channel　in　which　our　acts　run　strong　and　deep；　where　there　is