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〃We should meet tonight；〃 the Archmage said。 〃I'll go to the Patterner。 And I'll send to Kurremkarmerruk； so that he'll put his lists away and let his students rest one evening and e to us； if not in flesh。 Will you see to the others？〃
〃Aye；〃 said the Doorkeeper； smiling； and was gone； and the Archmage also was gone； and the fountain talked to itself all serene and never ceasing in the sunlight of early spring。
Somewhere to the west of the Great House of Roke； and often somewhat south of it； the Immanent Grove is usually to be seen。 There is no place for it on maps； and there is no way to it except for those who know the way to it。 But even novices and townsfolk and farmers can see it； always at a certain distance； a wood of high trees whose leaves have a hint of gold in their greenness even in the spring。 And they consider …the novices； the townsfolk； the farmers… that the Grove moves about in a mystifying manner。 But in this they are mistaken； for the Grove does not move。 Its roots are the roots of being。 It is all the rest that moves。
Ged walked over the fields from the Great House。 He took off his white cloak； for the sun was at noon。 A farmer ploughing a brown hillside raised his hand in salute； and Ged replied the same way。 Small birds went up into the air and sang。 The sparkweed was just ing into flower in the fallows and beside the roads。 Far up； a hawk cut a wide arc on the sky。 Ged glanced up； and raised his hand again。 Down shot the bird in a rush of windy feathers； and stooped straight to the offered wrist； gripping with yellow claws。 It was no sparrowhawk but a big Ender…falcon of Roke； a white…and…brown…barred fishing hawk。 It looked sidelong at the Archmage with one round； bright…gold eye； then clashed its hooked beak and stared at him straight on with both round； bright gold eyes。 〃Fearless；〃 the Archmage said to it in the tongue of the Making。
The big hawk beat its wings and gripped with its talons； gazing at him。
〃Go then； brother； fearless one。〃
The farmer； away off on the hillside under the bright sky； had stopped to watch。 Once last autumn he had watched the Archmage take a wild bird on his wrist； and then in the next moment had seen no man； but two hawks mounting on the wind。
This time they parted as the farmer watched： the bird to the high air； the man walking on across the muddy fields。
He came to the path that led to the Immanent Grove； a path that led always straight and direct no matter how time and the world bent awry about it； and following it came soon into the shadow of the trees。
The trunks of some of these were vast。 Seeing them one could believe at last that the Grove never moved： they were like immemorial towers grey with years； their roots were like the roots of mountains。 Yet these； the most ancient； were some of them thin of leaf； with branches that had died。 They were not immortal。 Among the giants grew sapling trees； tall and vigorous with bright crowns of foliage； and seedlings； slight leafy wands no taller than a girl。
The ground beneath the trees was soft； rich with the rotten leaves of all the years。 Ferns and small woodland plants grew in it； but there was no kind of tree but the one； which had no name in the Hardic tongue of Earthsea。 Under the branches the air smelled earthy and fresh； and had a taste in the mouth like live spring…water。
In a glade which had been made years before by the falling of an enormous tree； Ged met the Master Patterner； who lived within the Grove and seldom or never came forth from it。 His hair was butter…yellow； he was no Archipelagan。 Since the restoral of the Ring of Erreth…Akbe； the barbarians of Kargad had ceased their forays and had struck some bargains of trade and peace with the Inner Lands。 They were not friendly folk； and held aloof。 But now and then a young warrior or merchant's son came westward by himself； drawn by love of adventure or craving to learn wizardry。 Such had been the Master Patterner ten years ago； a sword…begirt； red…plumed young savage from Karego…At； arriving at Gont on a rainy morning and telling the Doorkeeper in imperious and scanty Hardic； 〃I e to learn！〃 And now he stood in the greengold light under the trees； a tall man and fair； with long fair hair and strange green eyes； the Master Patterner of Earthsea。
It may be that he too knew Ged's name； but if so he never spoke it。 They greeted each other in silence。
〃What are you watching there？〃 the Archmage asked； and the other answered； 〃A spider。〃
Between two tall grass blades in the clearing a spider had spun a web； a circle delicately suspended。 The silver threads caught the sunlight。 In the center the spinner waited； a grey…black thing no larger than the pupil of an eye。
〃She too is a patterner；〃 Ged said； studying the artful web。
〃What is evil？〃 asked the younger man。
The round web； with its black center； seemed to watch them both。
〃A web we men weave；〃 Ged answered。
In this wood no birds sang。 It was silent in the noon light and hot。 About them stood the trees and shadows。
〃There is word from Narveduen and Enlad： the same。〃
〃South and southwest。 North and northwest；〃 said the Patterner； never looking from the round web。
〃We shall e here this evening。 This is the best place for counsel。〃
〃I have no counsel。〃 The Patterner looked now at Ged； and his greenish eyes were cold。 〃I am afraid；〃 he said。 〃There is fear。 There is fear at the roots。〃
〃Aye；〃 said Ged。 〃We must look to the deep springs； I think。 We have enjoyed the sunlight too long； basking in that peace which the healing of the Ring brought； acplishing small things； fishing the shallows。 Tonight we must question the depths： And so he left the Patterner alone； gazing still at the spider in the sunny grass。
At the edge of the Grove； where the leaves of the great trees reached out over ordinary ground； he sat with his back against a mighty root； his staff across his knees。 He shut his eyes as if resting； and sent a sending of his spirit over the hills and fields of Roke； northward； to the sea…assaulted cape where the Isolate Tower stands。
〃Kurremkarmerruk；〃 he said in spirit； and the Master Namer looked up from the thick book of names of roots and herbs and leaves and seeds and petals that he was reading to his pupils and said； 〃I am here； my lord。〃
Then he listened； a big； thin old man； white…haired under his dark hood； and the students at their writing…tables in the tower room looked up at him and glanced at one another。
〃I will e；〃 Kurremkarmerruk said； and bent his head to his book again； saying； 〃Now the petal of the flower of moly hath a name； which is iebera； and so also the sepal； which is partonath； and stem and leaf and root hath each his name。。。〃
But under his tree the Archmage Ged； who knew all the names of moly； withdrew his sending and； stretching out his legs more fortably and keeping his eyes shut； presently fell asleep in the leafspotted sunlight。
The Masters of Roke
The School on Roke is where boys who show promise in sorcery are sent from all the Inner Lands of Earthsea to learn the highest arts of magic。 There they bee proficient in the various kinds of sorcery； lea