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e more tale of the South Reach； a fancy without substance。 Yet we were rescued by that fancy； and our lives saved by a myth〃
He spoke smilingly； as though he had shared in that timeless ease of life in the summer light； but his face was gaunt； and in his eyes lay an unlighted darkness。 Arren saw that and faced it。
〃I betrayed…〃 he said； and stopped。 〃I betrayed your trust in me。〃
〃How so； Arren？。
〃There… at Obehol。 When for once you needed me。 You were hurt and needed my help。 I did nothing。 The boat drifted； and I let her drift。 You were in pain； and I did nothing for you。 I saw land… I saw land； and did not even try to turn the boat…〃
〃Be still； lad；〃 the mage said with such firmness that Arren obeyed。 And presently； 〃Tell me what you thought at that time。〃
〃Nothing； my lord… nothing！ I thought there was no use in doing anything。 I thought your wizardry was gone… no； that it had never been。 That you had tricked me。〃 The sweat broke out on Arren's face and he had to force his voice； but he went on。 〃I was afraid of you。 I was afraid of death。 I was so afraid of it I would not look at you； because you might be dying。 I could think of nothing； except that there was… there was a way of not dying for me； if I could find it。 But all the time life was running out； as if there was a great wound and the blood running from it …such as you had。 But this was in everything。 And I did nothing； nothing； but try to hide from the horror of dying。〃
He stopped； for saying the truth aloud was unendurable。 It was not shame that stopped him； but fear； the same fear。 He knew now why this tranquil life in sea and sunlight on the rafts seemed to him like an after…life or a dream； unreal。 It was because he knew in his heart that reality was empty： without life or warmth or color or sound： without meaning。 There were no heights or depths。 All this lovely play of form and light and color on the sea and in the eyes of men； was no more than that： a playing of illusions on the shallow void。
They passed； and there remained the shapelessness and the cold。 Nothing else。
Sparrowhawk was looking at him； and he had looked down to avoid that gaze。 But there spoke in Arren unexpectedly a little voice of courage or of mockery： it was arrogant and pitiless； and it said； 〃Coward！ Coward！ Will you throw even this away？〃
So he looked up； with a great effort of his will； and met his panion's eyes。
Sparrowhawk reached out and took his hand in a hard grasp； so that both by eye and by flesh they touched。 He said Arren's true name； which he had never spoken： 〃Lebannen。〃 Again he said it： 〃Lebannen； this is。 And thou art。 There is no safety； and there is no end。 The word must be heard in silence； there must be darkness to see the stars。 The dance is always danced above the hollow place； above the terrible abyss。〃
Arren clenched his hands and bent his forehead down till it pressed against Sparrowhawk's hand。 〃I failed you；〃 he said。 〃I will fail you again and fail myself。 I have not strength enough！〃
〃You have strength enough。〃 The mage's voice was tender； but beneath tenderness was that same hardness that had risen in the depths of Arren's own shame； and mocked him。 〃What you love； you will love。 What you undertake； you will plete。 You are a fulfiller of hope； you are to be relied on。 But seventeen years give little armor against despair。。。 Consider； Arren。 To refuse death is to refuse life。〃
〃But I sought death… yours and mine！〃 Arren lifted his head and stared at Sparrowhawk。 〃Like Sopli who drowned himself…〃
〃Sopli was not seeking death。 He sought to escape from it and from life。 He sought safety： an end to fear… to the fear of death。〃
〃But there is… there is a way。 There is a way beyond death。 Back to life。 To life beyond death； life without death。 That is what they seek。 Hare and Sopli； the ones who were wizards。 That is what we seek。 You …you above all must know… must know of that way…〃
The mage's strong hand was still on his。 〃I do not；〃 Sparrowhawk said。 〃Aye； I know what they think they seek。 But I know it to be a lie。 Listen to me； Arren。 You will die。 You will not live forever。 Nor will any man nor any thing。 Nothing is immortal。 But only to us is it given to know that we must die。 And that is a great gift： the gift of selfhood。 For we have only what we know we must lose； what we are willing to lose。。。 That selfhood which is our torment； and our treasure； and our humanity； does not endure。 It changes； it is gone； a wave on the sea。 Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease； to save one wave； to save yourself？ Would you give up the craft of your hands； and the passion of your heart； and the light of sunrise and sunset； to buy safety for yourself … safety forever？ That is what they seek to do on Wathort and Lorbanery and elsewhere。 That is the message that those who know how to hear have heard： By denying life you may deny death and live forever！ …And this message I do not hear； Arren； for I will not hear it。 I will not take the counsel of despair。 I am deaf； I am blind。 You are my guide。 You in your innocence and your courage； in your unwisdom and your loyalty； you are my guide… the child I send before me into the dark。 It is your fear； your pain； I follow。 You have thought me harsh to you； Arren； you never knew how harsh。 I use your love as a man burns a candle； burns it away； to light his steps。 And we must go on。 We must go on。 We must go all the way。 We must e to the place where the sea runs dry and joy runs out； the place to which your mortal terror draws you。〃
〃Where is it； my lord？〃
〃I do not know。〃
〃I cannot lead you there。 But I will e with you。〃
The mage's gaze on him was somber； unfathomable。
〃But if I should fail again and betray you…〃
〃I will trust you； son of Morred。〃
Then both were silent。
Above them the tall； carven idols rocked very slightly against the blue southern sky： dolphin bodies； gulls' wings folded； human faces with staring eyes of shell。
Sparrowhawk got up stiffly； for he was still far from being fully healed of his wound。 〃I am tired of sitting about；〃 he said。 〃I shall grow fat in idleness。〃 He began to pace the length of the raft； and Arren joined him。 They talked a little as they walked； Arren told Sparrowhawk how he spent his days； who his friends among the raft…folk were。 Sparrowhawk's restlessness was greater than his strength； which soon gave out。 He stopped by a girl who was weaving nilgu on her loom behind the House of the Great Ones； asking her to seek out the chief for him； and then returned to his shelter。 There the chief of the raft…folk came； greeting him with courtesy； which the mage returned； and all three of them sat down together on the spotted sealskin rugs of the shelter。
〃I have thought；〃 the chief began； slowly and with a civil solemnity； 〃of the things you have told me。 Of how men think to e back from death into their own bodies； and seeking to do this forget the worship of the gods and neglect their bodies and go mad。 This is an evil matter and a great folly。 Also I have thought； What has it to do with us？ We have nothing to do with other men； their islands and their ways； their makings and unmaking