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unched up； humming a grunting rhythm all on one note。 The rowers changed shift； the drum beat again。 Arren had longed for the darkness； but he could not sleep。 His bones ached； and he could not change position。 He sat aching； shivering； parched； staring up at the stars； which jerked across the sky with every stroke the oarsmen took； slid to their places； and were still； jerked again； slid； paused。。。
The man with the collar and another man stood between the after hold and the mast； the little swinging lantern on the mast sent gleams between them and silhouetted their heads and shoulders。 〃Fog； you pig's bladder；〃 said the weak； hateful voice of the man with the collar； 〃what's a fog doing in the Southing Straits this time of year？ Curse the luck！〃
The drum beat。 The stars jerked； slid； paused。 Beside Arren the tongueless man shuddered all at once and； raising his head； let out a nightmare scream； a terrible； formless noise。 〃Quiet there！〃 roared the second man by the mast。 The mute shuddered again and was silent； munching with his jaws。
Stealthily the stars slid forward into nothingness。
The mast wavered and vanished。 A cold； grey blanket seemed to drop over Arren's back。 The drum faltered and then resumed its beat； but slower。
〃Thick as curdled milk；〃 said the hoarse voice somewhere above Arren。 〃Keep up the stroke there！ There's no shoals for twenty miles！〃 A horny； scarred foot appeared out of the fog； paused an instant close to Arren's face； then with one step vanished。
In the fog there was no sense of forward motion； only of swaying and the tug of the oars。 The throb of the stroke…drum was muffled。 It was clammy cold。 The mist condensing in Arren's hair ran down into his eyes； he tried to catch the drops with his tongue and breathed the damp air with open mouth； trying to assuage his thirst。 But his teeth chattered。 The cold metal of a chain swung against his thigh and burnt like fire where it touched。 The drum beat； and beat； and ceased。
It was silent。
〃Keep the beat！ What's amiss？〃 roared the hoarse； whistling voice from the prow。 No answer came。
The ship rolled a little on the quiet sea。 Beyond the dim rails was nothing： blank。 Something grated against the ship's side。 The noise was loud in that dead； weird silence and darkness。 〃We're aground；〃 one of the prisoners whispered； but the silence closed in on his voice。
The fog grew bright； as if a light were blooming in it。 Arren saw the heads of the men chained by him clearly； the tiny moisture…drops shining in their hair。 Again the ship swayed； and he strained as far up as his chains would let him； stretching his neck； to see forward in the ship。 The fog glowed over the deck like the moon behind thin clouds； cold and radiant。 The oarsmen sat like carved statues。 Crewmen stood in the waist of the ship； their eyes shining a little。 Alone on the port side stood a man； and it was from him that the light came； from the face and hands and staff that burned like molten silver。
At the feet of the radiant man a dark shape was crouched。
Arren tried to speak and could not。 Clothed in that majesty of light； the Archmage came to him and knelt down on the deck。 Arren felt the touch of his hand and heard his voice。 He felt the bonds on his wrists and body give way； all through the hold there was a rattling of chains。 But no man moved； only
Arren tried to stand； but he could not； being cramped with long immobility。 The Archmage's strong grip was on his arm； and with that help he crawled up out of the cargo…hold and huddled on the deck。
The Archmage strode away from him； and the misty splendor glowed on the unmoving faces of the oarsmen。 He halted by the man who had crouched down by the port rail。
〃I do not punish；〃 said the hard； clear voice； cold as the cold magelight in the fog。 〃But in the cause of justice； Egre； I take this much upon myself： I bid your voice be dumb until the day you find a word worth speaking。〃
He came back to Arren and helped him to get to his feet。 〃e on now； lad；〃 he said； and with his help Arren managed to hobble forward； and half…scramble； half…fall down into the boat that rocked there below the ship's side： Lookfar； her sail like a moth's wing in the fog。
In the same silence and dead calm the light died away； and the boat turned and slipped from the ship's side。 Almost at once the galley； the dim mast…lantern； the immobile oarsmen； the hulking black side； were gone。 Arren thought he heard voices break out in cries； but the sound was thin and soon lost。 A little longer； and the fog began to thin and tatter； blowing by in the dark。 They came out under the stars； and silent as a moth Lookfar fled through the clear night over the sea。
Sparrowhawk had covered Arren with blankets and given him water； he sat with his hand on the boy's shoulder when Arren fell suddenly to weeping。 Sparrowhawk said nothing； but there was a gentleness； a steadiness； in the touch of his hand。 fort came slowly into Arren： warmth； the soft motion of the boat； heart's ease。
He looked up at his panion。 No unearthly radiance clung to the dark face。 He could barely see him against the stars。
The boat fled on； charm…guided。 Waves whispered as if in surprise along her sides。
〃Who is the man with the collar？〃
〃Lie still。 A sea…robber； Egre。 He wears that collar to hide a scar where his throat was slit once。 It seems his trade has sunk from piracy to slaving。 But he took the bear's cub this time。〃 There was a slight ring of satisfaction in the dry； quiet voice。
〃How did you find me？〃
〃Wizardry； bribery。。。 I wasted time。 I did not like to let it be known that the Archmage and Warden of Roke was ferreting about the slums of Hort Town。 I wish still I could have kept up my disguise。 But I had to track down this man and that man； and when at last I found that the slaver had sailed before daybreak； I lost my temper。 I took Lookfar and spoke the wind into her sail in the dead calm of the day and glued the oars of every ship in that bay fast into the oarlocks… for a while。 How they'll explain that； if wizardry's all lies and air； is their problem。 But in my haste and anger I missed and overpassed Egre's ship； which had gone east of south to miss the shoals。 Ill done was all I did this day。 There is no luck in Hort Town。。。 Well； I made a spell of finding at last； and so came on the ship in the darkness。 Should you not sleep now？〃
〃I'm all right。 I feel much better。〃 A light fever had replaced Arren's chill； and he did indeed feel well； his body languid but his mind racing lightly from one thing to another。 〃How soon did you wake up？ What happened to Hare？〃
〃I woke with daylight； and lucky I have a hard head； there's a lump and a cut like a split cucumber behind my ear。 I left Hare in the drug…sleep。〃
〃I failed my guard…〃
〃But not by falling asleep。〃
〃No。〃 Arren hesitated。 〃It was… I was…〃
〃You were ahead of me； I saw you；〃 Sparrowhawk said strangely。 〃And so they crept in and tapped us on the head like lambs at the shambles； took gold； good clothes； and the salable slave； and left。 It was you they were after； lad。 You'd fetch the price of a farm in Amrun Market。〃
〃They didn't tap me hard