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bling my name； like old bleared men past sense and shame？ Not yet； lad！〃
〃No；〃 said Arren； so confused that he could say nothing else。 He was very weary； the day had been long； and full of dragons。 And the way ahead grew dark。
〃Arren；〃 said the mage。… 〃No； Lebannen： where we go； there is no hiding。 There all bear their own true names。〃
〃The dead cannot be hurt；〃 said Arren somberly。
〃But it is not only there； not in death only； that men take their names。 Those who can be most hurt； the most vulnerable： those who have given love and do not take it back； they speak each other's names。 The faithful…hearted； the givers of life。。。 You are worn out； lad。 Lie down and sleep。 There's nothing to do now but keep the course all night。 And by morning we shall see the last island of the world。〃
In his voice was an insuperable gentleness。 Arren curled up in the prow； and sleep began to e into him at once。 He heard the mage begin a soft； almost whispering chant； not in the Hardic tongue but in the words of the Making； and as he began to understand at last and to remember what the words meant； just before he understood them； he fell fast asleep。
Silently the mage stowed away their bread and meat； looked to the lines； made all trim in the boat； and then； taking the guide…line of the sail in hand and sitting down on the after…thwart； he set the magewind strong in the sail。 Tireless； Lookfar sped north； an arrow over the sea。
He looked down at Arren。 The boy's sleeping face was lit red…gold by the long sunset； the rough hair was wind…stirred。 The soft； easy； princely look of the boy who had sat by the fountain of the Great House a few months since was gone； this was a thinner face； harder； and much stronger。 But it was not less beautiful。
〃I have found none to follow in my way；〃 Ged the Archmage said aloud to the sleeping boy or to the empty wind。 〃None but thee。 And thou must go thy way； not mine。 Yet will thy kingship be； in part； my own。 For I knew thee first。 I knew thee flrst！ They will praise me more for that in afterdays than for any thing I did of magery。。。 If there will be after…days。 For first we two must stand upon the balance…point； the very fulcrum of the world。 And if I fall； you fall； and all the rest。。。 For a while； for a while。 No darkness lasts forever。 And even there； there are stars。。。 Oh； but I should like to see thee crowned in Havnor； and the sunlight shining on the Tower of the Sword and on the Ring we brought for thee from Atuan； from the dark tombs； Tenar and I； before ever thou wast born！〃
He laughed then； and turning to face the north； he said to himself in the mon tongue； 〃A goatherd to set the heir of Morred on his throne！ Will I never learn？〃
Presently； as he sat with the guide…rope in his hand and watched the full sail strain reddened in the last light of the west； he spoke again softly。 〃Not In Havnor would I be and not in Roke。 It is time to be done with power。 To drop the old toys and go on。 It is time that I went home。 I would see Tenar。 I would see Ogion and speak with him before he dies； in the house on the cliffs of Re Albi。 I crave to walk on the mountain； the mountain of Gont； in the forests； in the autumn when the leaves are bright。 There is no kingdom like the forests。 It is time I went there； went in silence； went alone。 And maybe there I would learn at last what no act or art or power can teach me； what I have never learned。〃
The whole west blazed up in a fury and glory of red； so that the sea was crimson and the sail above it bright as blood； and then the night came quietly on。 All that night long the boy slept and the man waked； gazing forward steadily into the dark。 There were no stars。
Selidor
Waking in the morning Arren saw before the boat； dim and low along the blue west； the shores of Selidor。
In the Hall in Berila were old maps that had been made in the days of the Kings； when traders and explorers had sailed from the Inner Lands and the Reaches had been better known。 A great map of the North and West was laid in mosaic on two walls of the Prince's throne…room； with the isle of Enlad in gold and grey above the throne。 Arren saw it in his mind's eye as he had seen it a thousand times in boyhood。 North of Enlad was Osskil； and west of it Ebosskil； and south of that Semel and Paln。 There the Inner Lands ended； and there was nothing but the pale blue…green mosaic of the empty sea； set here and there with a tiny dolphin or a whale。 Then at last； after the corner where the north wall met the west wall； there was Narveduen； and beyond it three lesser islands。 And then the empty sea again； on and on； until the very edge of the wall and the end of the map； and there was Selidor； and beyond it； nothing。
He could recall it vividly； the curving shape of it； with a great bay in the heart of it； opening narrowly to the east。 They had not e so far north as that； but were steering now for a deep cove in the southernmost cape of the island； and there； while the sun was still low in the haze of morning； they came to land。
So ended their great run from the Roads of Balatran to the Western Isle。 The stillness of the earth was strange to them when they had beached Lookfar and walked after so long on solid ground。
Ged climbed a low dune； grass…crowned； the crest of it leaning out over the steep slope； bound into cornices by the tough roots of the grass。 When he reached the summit he stood still； looking west and north。 Arren stopped at the boat to put on his shoes； which he had not worn for many days； and he took his sword out of the gear…box and buckled it on； this time with no questions in his mind as to whether or not he should do so。 Then he climbed up beside Ged to look at the land。
The dunes ran inland； low and grassy； for half a mile or so； and then there were lagoons； thick with sedge and salt…reeds； and beyond those； low hills lay yellow…brown and empty to the end of sight。 Beautiful and desolate was Selidor。 Nowhere on it was there any mark of man； his work or habitation。 There were no beasts to be seen； and the reedfilled lakes bore no flocks of gulls or wild geese or any bird。
They descended the inland side of the dune； and the slope of sand cut off the noise of the breakers and the sound of the wind； so that it became still。
Between the outmost dune and the next was a dell of clean sand； sheltered； the morning sun shining warm on its western slope。 〃Lebannen；〃 the mage said； for he used Arren's true name now； 〃I could not sleep last night； and now I must。 Stay with me and keep watch。〃 He lay down in the sunlight； for the shade was cold； put his arm over his eyes； sighed； and slept。 Arren sat down beside him。 He could see nothing but the white slopes of the dell； and the dune…grass bowing at the top against the misty blue of the sky； and the yellow sun。 There was no sound except the muted murmur of the surf； and sometimes the wind gusting moved the particles of sand a little with a faint whispering。
Arren saw what might have been an eagle flying very high； but it was not an eagle。 It circled and stooped； and down it came with that thunder and shrill whistle of outspread golden wings。 It alighted on huge talons on the