〃In the South Reach； first。 Latterly even in the south of the Archipelago； in Wathort。 There is no more magic done in Wathort； men say。 It is hard to be sure。 That land has long been rebellious and piratical； and to hear a Southern trader is to hear a liar； as they say。 Yet the story is always the same： The springs of wizardry have run dry。〃
〃But here on Roke…〃
〃Here on Roke we have felt nothing of this。 We are defended here from storm and change and all ill chance。 Too well defended； perhaps。 Prince； what will you do now？〃
〃I shall go back to Enlad when I can bring my father some clear word of the nature of this evil and of its remedy。〃
Once more the Archmage looked at him； and this time； for all his training； Arren looked away。 He did not know why； for there was nothing unkind in the gaze of those dark eyes。 They were impartial； calm； passionate。
All in Enlad looked up to his father； and he was his father's son。 No man had ever looked at him thus； not as Arren； Prince of Enlad； son of the Ruling Prince； but as Arren alone。 He did not like to think that he feared the Archmage's gaze； but he could not meet it。 It seemed to enlarge the world yet again around him； and now not only Enlad sank to insignificance； but he himself； so that in the eyes of the Archmage he was only a small figure； very small； in a vast scene of sea…girt lands over which hung darkness。
He sat picking at the vivid moss that grew in the cracks of the marble flagstones； and presently he said； hearing his voice； which had deepened only in the last couple of years； sound thin and husky： 〃And I shall do as you bid me。〃
〃Your duty is to your father； not to me；〃 the Archmage said。
His eyes were still on Arren； and now the boy looked up。 As he had made his act of submission he had forgotten himself； and now he saw the Archmage： the greatest wizard of all Earthsea； the man who had capped the Black Well of Fundaur and won the Ring of Erreth…Akbe from the Tombs of Atuan and built the deep…founded sea wall of Nepp； the sailor who knew the seas from Astowell to Selidor； the only living Dragonlord。 There he knelt beside a fountain； a short man and not young； a quiet…voiced man； with eyes as deep as evening。
Arren scrambled up from sitting and knelt down formally on both knees； all in haste。 〃My lord；〃 he said stammering； 〃let me serve you！〃
His self…assurance was gone； his face was flushed； his voice shook。
At his hip he wore a sword in a sheath of new leather figured with inlay of red and gold； but the sword itself was plain； with a worn cross…hilt of silvered bronze。 This he drew forth； all in haste； and offered the hilt to the Archmage； as a liegeman to his prince。
The Archmage did not put out his hand to touch the sword hilt。 He looked at it and at Arren。 〃That is yours； not mine；〃 he said。 〃And you are no man's servant。〃
〃But my father said that I might stay on Roke until I learned what this evil is and maybe some mastery …I have no skill； I don't think I have any power； but there were mages among my forefathers… if I might in some way learn to be of use to you…〃
〃Before your ancestors were mages；〃 the Archmage said； 〃they were kings。〃
He stood up and came with silent； vigorous step to Arren； and taking the boy's hand made him rise。 〃I thank you for your offer of service； and though I do not accept it now； yet I may； when we have taken counsel on these matters。 The offer of a generous spirit is not one to refuse lightly。 Nor is the sword of the son of Morred to be lightly turned aside！。。。 Now go。 The lad who brought you here will see that you eat and bathe and rest。 Go on；〃 and he pushed Arren lightly between the shoulder blades； a familiarity no one had ever taken before； and which the young prince would have resented from anyone else； but he felt the Archmage's touch as a thrill of glory。 For Arren had fallen in love。
He had been an active boy； delighting in games； taking pride and pleasure in the skills of body and mind； apt at his duties of ceremony and governing； which were neither light nor simple。 Yet he had never given himself entirely to anything。 All had e easily to him； and he had done all easily； it had all been a game； and he had played at loving。 But now the depths of him were wakened； not by a game or dream； but by honor； danger； wisdom； by a scarred face and a quiet voice and a dark hand holding； careless of its power； the staff of yew that bore near the grip； in silver set in the black wood； the Lost Rune of the Kings。
So the first step out of childhood is made all at once； without looking before or behind； without caution； and nothing held in reserve。
Forgetting courtly farewells he hurried to the doorway； awkward； radiant； obedient。 And Ged the Archmage watched him go。
Ged stood a while by the fountain under the ash tree； then raised his face to the sunwashed sky。 〃A gentle messenger for bad news；〃 he said half aloud； as if talking to the fountain。 It did not listen； but went on talking in its own silver tongue； and he listened to it a while。 Then； going to another doorway； which Arren had not seen； and which indeed very few eyes would have seen no matter how close they looked； he said； 〃Master Doorkeeper。〃
A little man of no age appeared。 Young he was not； so that one had to call him old； but the word did not suit him。 His face was dry and colored like ivory； and he had a pleasant smile that made long curves in his cheeks。 〃What's the matter； Ged？〃 said he。
For they were alone； and he was one of the seven persons in the world who knew the Archmage's name。 The others were the Master Namer of Roke； and Ogion the Silent； the wizard of Re Albi； who long ago on the mountain of Gont had given Ged that name； and the White Lady of Gont； Tenar of the Ring； and a village wizard in Iffish called Vetch； and in Iffish again； a house…carpenter's wife； mother of three girls； ignorant of all sorcery but wise in other things； who was called Yarrow； and finally； on the other side of Earthsea； in the farthest west； two dragons： Orm Embar and Kalessin。
〃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