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urriedly； keeping his eyes from the bandage； which was in need of changing； for the wound had not wholly ceased to bleed。 Sparrowhawk； in the languor of weakness； did not speak； even as he drank eagerly； his eyes closed and he slipped into sleep again； that being the greater thirst。 He lay silent； and when in the darkness the breeze died； no magewind replaced it； and again the boat rocked idly on the smooth； heaving water。 But now the mountains that loomed to the right were black against a sky gorgeous with stars； and for a long time Arren gazed at them。 Their outlines seemed familiar to him； as if he had seen them before； as if he had known them all his life。
When he lay down to sleep he faced southward； and there； well up in the sky above the blank sea； burned the star Gobardon。 Beneath it were the two forming a triangle with it； and beneath these； three had risen in a straight line； forming a greater triangle。 Then； slipping free of the liquid plains of black and silver； two more followed as the night wore on； they were yellow like Gobardon； though fainter； slanting from right to left from the right base of the triangle。 So there were eight of the nine stars that were supposed to make the figure of a man； or the Hardic rune Agnen。 To Arren's eyes there was no man in the pattern； unless； as starfigures are； he was strangely distorted； but the rune was plain； with hooked arm and cross…stroke； all but the foot； the last stroke to plete it； the star that had not yet risen。
Watching for it； Arren slept。
When he woke in the dawn； Lookfar had drifted farther from Obehol。 A mist hid the shores and all but the peaks of the mountains； and thinned out into a haze above the violet waters of the south； dimming the last stars。
He looked at his panion。 Sparrowhawk breathed unevenly； as when pain moves under the surface of sleep not quite breaking it。 His face was lined and old in the cold； shadowless light。 Arren looking at him saw a man with no power left in him； no wizardry； no strength； not even youth； nothing。 He had not saved Sopli； nor turned away the spear from himself。 He had brought them into peril and had not saved them。 Now Sopli was dead； and he dying； and Arren would die。 Through this man's fault； and in vain； for nothing。
So Arren looked at him with the clear eyes of despair and saw nothing。
No memory stirred in him of the fountain under the rowan tree； or of the white magelight on the slave…ship in the fog； or of the weary orchards of the House of the Dyers。 Nor did any pride or stubbornness of will wake in him。 He watched dawn e over the quiet sea； where low； great swells ran colored like pale amethyst； and it was all like a dream； pallid； with no grip or vigor of reality。 And at the depths of the dream and of the sea； there was nothing … a gap； a void。 There were no depths。
The boat moved forward irregularly and slowly； following the fitful humor of the wind。 Behind； the peaks of Obehol shrank black against the rising sun； from which the wind came； bearing the boat away from land； away from the world； out onto the open sea。
The Children Of the Open Sea
Toward the middle of that day Sparrowhawk stirred and asked for water。 When he had drunk he asked； 〃Where are we heading？〃 For the sail was taut above him； and the boat dipped like a swallow on the long swells。
〃West； or north by west。〃
〃I'm cold；〃 Sparrowhawk said。 The sun blazed down； filling the boat with heat。
Arren said nothing。
〃Try to hold west。 Wellogy； west of Obehol。 Land there。 We need water。〃
The boy looked forward； over the empty sea。
〃What's the matter； Arren？〃
He said nothing。
Sparrowhawk tried to sit up； and failing that； to reach his staff that lay by the gear…box； but it was out of his reach； and when he tried to speak again the words halted on his dry lips。 The blood broke out anew under the soaked and crusted bandage； making a little spider's thread of crimson on the dark skin of his chest。 He drew breath sharply and closed his eyes。
Arren looked at him； but without feeling； and not for long。 He went forward and resumed his crouching position in the prow； gazing forward。 His mouth was very dry。 The east wind that now blew steady over the open sea was as dry as a desert wind。 There were only two or three pints of water left in their cask； these were； in Arren's mind； for Sparrowhawk； not for himself； it never occurred to him to drink from that water。 He had set out fishing lines； having learned since they left Lorbanery that raw fish fulfills both thirst and hunger； but there was never anything on the lines。 It did not matter。 The boat moved on over the desert of water。 Over the boat； slowly； yet winning the race in the end by all the width of heaven； the sun moved also from east to west。
Once Arren thought he saw a blue height in the south that might have been land or cloud； the boat had been running somewhat north of west for hours。 He did not try to tack and turn； but let her go on。 The land might or might not be real； it did not matter。 To him all the vast； fiery glory of wind and light and ocean was dim and false。
Darkness came； and light again； and dark； and light； like drumbeats on the tight…stretched canvas of the sky。
He trailed his hand in the water over the side of the boat。 For an instant he saw that； vivid： his hand pale greenish beneath the living water。 He bent and sucked the wet off his fingers。 It was bitter； burning his lips painfully； but he did it again。 Then he was sick； and crouched down vomiting； but only a little bile burned his throat。 There was no more water to give Sparrowhawk； and he was afraid to go near him。 He lay down； shivering despite the heat。 It was all silent； dry； and bright： terribly bright。 He hid his eyes from the light。
They stood in the boat； three of them； stalk…thin and angular； great…eyed； like strange dark herons or cranes。 Their voices were thin； like birds' voices。 He did not understand them。 One knelt above him with a dark bladder on his arm and tipped from it into Arren's mouth： it was water。 Arren drank avidly； choked； drank again till he had drained the container。 Then he looked about and struggled to his feet； saying； 〃Where is； where is he？〃 For in Lookfar with him were only the three strange； slender men。
They looked at him unprehending。
〃The other man；〃 he croaked； his raw throat and stiff…caked lips unfit to form the words； 〃my friend…〃
One of them understood his distress if not his words； and putting a slight hand on his arm； pointed with the other。 〃There；〃 he said； reassuring。
Arren looked。 And he saw； ahead of the boat and northward of her； some gathered in close and others strung far out across the sea； rafts： so many rafts that they lay like autumn leaves on a pool。 Low to the water； each bore one or two cabins or huts near the center； and several had masts stepped。 Like leaves they floated； rising and falling very softly as the vast swells of the western ocean passed under them。 The lanes of water shone like silver between them； and over them towered great violet and golden rainclouds； darkening the west。
〃There；〃 the man said； pointing to a great raft near Lookfar。
〃Alive？〃