y from the world； out onto the open sea。
The Children Of the Open Sea
Toward the middle of that day Sparrowhawk stirred and asked for water。 When he had drunk he asked； 〃Where are we heading？〃 For the sail was taut above him； and the boat dipped like a swallow on the long swells。
〃West； or north by west。〃
〃I'm cold；〃 Sparrowhawk said。 The sun blazed down； filling the boat with heat。
Arren said nothing。
〃Try to hold west。 Wellogy； west of Obehol。 Land there。 We need water。〃
The boy looked forward； over the empty sea。
〃What's the matter； Arren？〃
He said nothing。
Sparrowhawk tried to sit up； and failing that； to reach his staff that lay by the gear…box； but it was out of his reach； and when he tried to speak again the words halted on his dry lips。 The blood broke out anew under the soaked and crusted bandage； making a little spider's thread of crimson on the dark skin of his chest。 He drew breath sharply and closed his eyes。
Arren looked at him； but without feeling； and not for long。 He went forward and resumed his crouching position in the prow； gazing forward。 His mouth was very dry。 The east wind that now blew steady over the open sea was as dry as a desert wind。 There were only two or three pints of water left in their cask； these were； in Arren's mind； for Sparrowhawk； not for himself； it never occurred to him to drink from that water。 He had set out fishing lines； having learned since they left Lorbanery that raw fish fulfills both thirst and hunger； but there was never anything on the lines。 It did not matter。 The boat moved on over the desert of water。 Over the boat； slowly； yet winning the race in the end by all the width of heaven； the sun moved also from east to west。
Once Arren thought he saw a blue height in the south that might have been land or cloud； the boat had been running somewhat north of west for hours。 He did not try to tack and turn； but let her go on。 The land might or might not be real； it did not matter。 To him all the vast； fiery glory of wind and light and ocean was dim and false。
Darkness came； and light again； and dark； and light； like drumbeats on the tight…stretched canvas of the sky。
He trailed his hand in the water over the side of the boat。 For an instant he saw that； vivid： his hand pale greenish beneath the living water。 He bent and sucked the wet off his fingers。 It was bitter； burning his lips painfully； but he did it again。 Then he was sick； and crouched down vomiting； but only a little bile burned his throat。 There was no more water to give Sparrowhawk； and he was afraid to go near him。 He lay down； shivering despite the heat。 It was all silent； dry； and bright： terribly bright。 He hid his eyes from the light。
They stood in the boat； three of them； stalk…thin and angular； great…eyed； like strange dark herons or cranes。 Their voices were thin； like birds' voices。 He did not understand them。 One knelt above him with a dark bladder on his arm and tipped from it into Arren's mouth： it was water。 Arren drank avidly； choked； drank again till he had drained the container。 Then he looked about and struggled to his feet； saying； 〃Where is； where is he？〃 For in Lookfar with him were only the three strange； slender men。
They looked at him unprehending。
〃The other man；〃 he croaked； his raw throat and stiff…caked lips unfit to form the words； 〃my friend…〃
One of them understood his distress if not his words； and putting a slight hand on his arm； pointed with the other。 〃There；〃 he said； reassuring。
Arren looked。 And he saw； ahead of the boat and northward of her； some gathered in close and others strung far out across the sea； rafts： so many rafts that they lay like autumn leaves on a pool。 Low to the water； each bore one or two cabins or huts near the center； and several had masts stepped。 Like leaves they floated； rising and falling very softly as the vast swells of the western ocean passed under them。 The lanes of water shone like silver between them； and over them towered great violet and golden rainclouds； darkening the west。
〃There；〃 the man said； pointing to a great raft near Lookfar。
〃Alive？〃
They all looked at him； and at last one understood。 〃Alive。 He is alive。〃 At this Arren began to weep； a dry sobbing； and one of the men took his wrist in a strong and narrow hand and drew him out of Lookfar and onto a raft to which the boat had been made fast。 The raft was so great and buoyant that it did not dip even slightly to their weight。 The man led Arren across it； while one of the others reached out with a heavy gaff tipped with a curving whaleshark's tooth and hauled a nearby raft closer； till they could step the gap。 There he led Arren to the shelter or cabin； which was open on one side and closed with woven screens on the other three。 〃Lie down；〃 he said； and beyond that Arren knew nothing at all。
He was lying on his back； stretched out flat； gazing up at a rough green roof dappled with tiny dots of light。 He thought he was in the apple orchards of Semermine； where the princes of Enlad pass their summers； in the hills behind Berila； be thought he was lying in the thick grass at Semermine； looking up at the sunlight between apple boughs。
After a while he heard the slap and jostle of water in the hollow places underneath the raft； and the thin voices of the raft…people speaking a tongue that was the mon Hardic of the Archipelago； but much changed in sounds and rhythms； so that it was hard to understand； and so he knew where he was… out beyond the Archipelago； beyond the Reach； beyond all isles； lost on the open sea。 But still he was untroubled； lying as fortably as if he lay in the grass in the orchards of his home。
He thought after a while that he ought to get up； and did so； finding his body very thin and burnt…looking and his legs shaky but serviceable。 He pushed aside the woven hanging that made the walls of the shelter and stepped out into the afternoon。 It had rained while he slept。 The wood of the raft； great； smooth…shapen； squared logs； fit close and caulked； was dark with wet； and the hair of the thin； halfnaked people was black and lank from the rain。 But half the sky was clear where the sun stood in the west； and the clouds now rode to the far northeast in heaps of silver。
One of the men came up to Arren； warily； stopping some feet from him。 He was slight and short； no taller than a boy of twelve； his eyes were long； large； and dark。 He carried a spear with a barbed ivory head。 Arren said to him； 〃I owe my life to you and your people。〃
The man nodded。
〃Will you take me to my panion？〃
Turning away； the raft…man raised his voice in a high； piercing cry like the call of a sea bird。 Then he squatted down on his heels as if to wait； and Arren did the same。
The rafts had masts； though the mast of the one they were on was not stepped。 On these； sails could be run up； small pared to the breadth of the raft。 The sails were of a brown material； not canvas or linen； but a fibrous stuff that looked not woven but beaten together； as felt is made。 A raft some quarter mile away let the brown sail down from the crosstree by ropes and slowly worked its way； gaffing and poling off the other rafts between； till it came alongside the one Arren was on。 When there was only three feet of water between； the man beside Arren got up and nonchalantly hopped across。 Arren did the same and landed awkwardly on all fours； there was no spring left in his knees。 He picked himself up and found the little man looking at him； not with amusement； but with approval： Arren's posure had evidently won his respect。
This raft was larger and higher out of the water than any other； made of logs forty feet in length and four or five feet wide； blackened and smooth with use and weather。 Strangely carven statues of wood stood about the several shelters or enclosures on it； and tall poles bearing tufts of sea birds' feathers stood at the four corners。 His guide took him to the smallest of the shelters； and there he saw Sparrowhawk lying asleep。
Arren sat down inside the shelter。 His guide went back to the other raft； and nobody bothered him。 After an hour or so a woman brought him food： a kind of co