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h us？ We have nothing to do with other men； their islands and their ways； their makings and unmakings。 We live on the sea and our lives are the sea's。 We do not hope to save them； we do not seek to lose them。 Madness does not e here。 We do not e to land； nor do the land…folk e to us。 When I was young； we spoke sometimes with men who came on boats to the Long Dune； when we were there to cut the raft…logs and build the winter shelters。 Often we saw sails from Ohol and Welwai （so he called Obehol and Wellogy） following the grey whales in the autumn。 Often they followed our rafts from afar； for we know the roads and meeting places of the Great Ones in the sea。 But that is all I ever saw of the land…folk； and now they e no longer。 Maybe they have all gone mad and fought with one another。 Two years ago on the Long Dune looking north to Welwai we saw for three days the smoke of a great burning： And if that were so； what is it to us？ We are the Children of the Open Sea。 We go the sea's way。〃
〃Yet seeing a landsman's boat adrift you came to it；〃 said the mage。
〃Some among us said it was not wise to do so； and would have let the boat drift on to sea's end；〃 the chief answered in his high； impassive voice。
〃You were not one of them。〃
〃No。 I said； though they be land…folk； yet we will help them； and so it was done。 But with your undertakings we have nothing to do。 If there is a madness among the land…folk； the land…folk must deal with it。 We follow the road of the Great Ones。 We cannot help you in your search。 So long as you wish to stay with us； you are wele。 It is not many days till the Long Dance； after it we return northward； following the eastern current that by summer's end will bring us round again to the seas by the Long Dune。 If you will stay with us and be healed of your hurt； this will be well。 Or if you will take your boat and go your way； this too will be well。〃
The mage thanked him； and the chief got up； slight and stiff as a heron； and left them alone together。
〃In innocence there is no strength against evil；〃 said Sparrowhawk； a little wryly。 〃But there is strength in it for good。。。 We shall stay with them a while； I think； till I am cured of this weakness。〃
〃That is wise；〃 said Arren。 Sparrowhawk's physical frailty had shocked and moved him； he had determined to protect the man from his own energy and urgency； to insist that they wait at least until he was free of pain before they went on。
The mage looked at him； somewhat startled by the pliment。
〃They are kind here；〃 Arren pursued； not noticing。 〃They seem to be free of that sickness of soul they had in Hort Town and the other islands。 Maybe there is no island where we would have been helped and weled； as these lost people have done。〃
〃You may well be right。〃
〃And they lead a pleasant life in summer。。。〃
〃They do。 Though to eat cold fish one's whole life long； and never to see a pear…tree in blossom or taste of a running spring； would be wearisome at last！〃
So Arren returned to Star's raft； worked and swam and basked with the other young people； talked with Sparrowhawk in the cool of the evening； and slept under the stars。 And the days wore on toward the Long Dance of midsummer's eve； and the great rafts drifted slowly southward on the currents of the open sea。
Orm Embar
All night long； the shortest night of the year； torches burned on the rafts； which lay gathered in a great circle under the thick…starred sky； so that a ring of fires flickered on the sea。 The raft…folk danced； using no drum or flute or any music but the rhythm of bare feet on the great； rocking rafts； and the thin voices of their chanters ringing plaintive in the vastness of their dwelling place the sea。 There was no moon that night； and the bodies of the dancers were dim in the starlight and torchlight。 Now and again one flashed like a fish leaping； a youth vaulting from one raft to the next： long leaps and high； and they vied with one another； trying to circle all the ring of rafts and dance on each； and so e round before the break of day。
Arren danced with them； for the Long Dance is held on every isle of the Archipelago； though the steps and songs may vary。 But as the night drew on； and many dancers dropped out and settled down to watch or doze； and the voices of the chanters grew husky； he came with a group of high…leaping lads to the chief's raft and there stopped； while they went on。
Sparrowhawk sat with the chief and the chiefs three wives； near the temple。 Between the carven whales that made its doorway sat a chanter whose high voice had not flagged all night long。 Tireless he sang； tapping his hands on the wooden deck to keep the time。
〃What does he sing of？〃 Arren asked the mage； for he could not follow the words； which were all held long； with trills and strange catches on the notes。
〃Of the grey whales and the albatross and the storm。
They do not know the songs of the heroes and the kings。 They do not know the name of Erreth…Akbe。 Earlier he sang of Segoy； how he established the lands amid the sea； that much they remember of the lore of men。 But the rest is all of the sea。〃
Arren listened： he heard the singer imitate the whistling cry of the dolphin； weaving his song about it。 He watched Sparrowhawk's profile against the torchlight； black and firm as rock； saw the liquid gleam of the chief's wives' eyes as they chatted softly； felt the long； slow dip of the raft on the quiet sea； and slipped gradually toward sleep。
He roused all at once： the chanter had fallen silent。 Not only the one near whom they sat； but all the others； on the rafts near and far。 The thin voices had died away like a faroff piping of sea birds； and it was still。
Arren looked over his shoulder to the east； expecting dawn。 But only the old moon rode low； just rising； golden among the summer stars。
Then looking southward he saw； high up； yellow Gobardon； and below it the eight panions； even to the last： the Rune of Ending clear and fiery above the sea。 And turning to Sparrowhawk； he saw the dark face turned to those same stars。
〃Why do you cease？〃 the chief was asking the singer。 〃It is not daybreak； not even dawn。〃
The man stammered and said； 〃I do not know。〃
〃Sing on！ The Long Dance is not ended。〃
〃I do not know the words；〃 the chanter said； and his voice rose high as if in terror。 〃I cannot sing。 I have forgotten the song。〃
〃Sing another； then！〃
〃There are no more songs。 It is ended；〃 the chanter cried； and bent forward till he crouched on the decking； and the chief stared at him in amazement。
The rafts rocked beneath their sputtering torches； all silent。 The silence of the ocean enclosed the small stir of life and light upon it and swallowed it。 No dancer moved。
It seemed to Arren then that the splendor of the stars dimmed； and yet no daylight was in the east。 A horror came on him； and he thought； 〃There will be no sunrise。 There will be no day。〃
The mage stood up。 As he did so a faint light； white and quick； ran along his staff； burning clearest in the rune that was set in silver in the wood。 〃The dance is not ended；〃 he said； 〃nor the night。 Arren； sing。〃
Arren would have said； 〃I c