e Masters； only the Master Hand still does his tricks； and these； we all know； are frank illusion。 And now the others hide or refuse to do anything； because their tricks have been revealed。〃 Another； listening； said； 〃Well； what is wizardry？ What is this art…magic； beyond a show of seeming？ Has it ever saved a man from death； or given long life； even？ Surely if the mages have the power they claim to have； they'd all live forever！〃 And he and the other boy fell to telling over the deaths of the great mages； how Morred had been killed in battle； and Nereger by the Grey Mage； and Erreth…Akbe by a dragon； and Gensher； the last Archmage； by mere sickness； in his bed； like any man。 Some of the boys listened gladly； having envious hearts； others listened and were wretched。
All this time the Master Patterner stayed alone in the Grove and let none enter it。
But the Doorkeeper； though seldom seen； had not changed。 He bore no shadow in his eyes。 He smiled； and kept the doors of the Great House ready for its lord's return。
The Dragons' Run
On the seas of the outermost West Reach； that Lord of the Island of the Wise； waking cramped and stiff in a small boat in a cold； bright morning； sat up and yawned。 And after a moment； pointing north； he said to his yawning panion； 〃There！ Two islands； do you see them？ The southmost of the isles of the Dragons' Run。〃
〃You have a hawk's eyes； lord；〃 said Arren； peering through sleep over the sea and seeing nothing。
〃Therefore I am the Sparrowhawk；〃 the mage said； he was still cheerful； seeming to shrug off forethought and foreboding。 〃Can't you see them？〃
〃I see gulls；〃 said Arren； after rubbing his eyes and searching all the blue…grey horizon before the boat。
The mage laughed。 〃Could even a hawk see gulls at twenty miles' distance？〃
As the sun brightened above the eastern mists； the tiny wheeling flecks in the air that Arren watched seemed to sparkle； like gold…dust shaken in water； or dust…motes in a sunbeam。 And then Arren realized that they were dragons。
As Lookfar approached the islands； Arren saw the dragons soaring and circling on the morning wind； and his heart leapt up with them with a joy； a joy of fulfillment； that was like pain。 All the glory of mortality was in that flight。 Their beauty was made up of terrible strength； utter wildness； and the grace of reason。 For these were thinking creatures； with speech and ancient wisdom： in the patterns of their flight there was a fierce； willed concord。
Arren did not speak； but he thought： I do not care what es after； I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning。
At times the patterns jarred； and the circles broke； and often in flight one dragon or another would jet from its nostrils a long streak of fire that curved and hung on the air a moment repeating the curve and brightness of the dragon's long； arching body。 Seeing that； the mage said； 〃They are angry。 They dance their anger on the wind。〃
And presently he said； 〃Now we're in the hornet's nest。〃 For the dragons had seen the little sail on the waves； and first one； then another； broke from the whirlwind of their dancing and came stretched long and level on the air； rowing with great wings； straight toward the boat。
The mage looked at Arren； who sat at the tiller； since the waves ran rough and counter。 The boy held it steady with a steady hand； though his eyes were on the beating of those wings。 As if satisfied； Sparrowhawk turned again； and standing by the mast； let the magewind drop from the sail。 He lifted up his staff and spoke aloud。
At the sound of his voice and the words of the Old Speech； some of the dragons wheeled in mid flight； scattering； and returned to the isles。 Others halted and hovered； the swordlike claws of their forearms outstretched but checked。 One； dropping low over the water； flew slowly on toward them： in two wing…strokes it was over the boat。 The mailed belly scarcely cleared the mast。 Arren saw the wrinkled； unarmored flesh between the inner shoulder…joint and breast； which； with the eye； is the dragon's only vulnerable part； unless the spear that strikes is mightily enchanted。 The smoke that roiled from the long； toothed mouth choked him； and with it came a carrion stench that made him wince and retch。
The shadow passed。 It returned； as low as before； and this time Arren felt the furnace…blast of breath before the smoke。 He heard Sparrowhawk's voice； clear and fierce。 The dragon passed over。 Then all were gone； streaming back to the isles like fiery cinders on a gust of wind。
Arren caught his breath and wiped his forehead； which was covered with cold sweat。 Looking at his panion； he saw his hair gone white： the dragon's breath had burnt and crisped the ends of the hairs。 And the heavy cloth of the sail was scorched brown along one side。
〃Your head is somewhat singed； lad。〃
〃So is yours； lord。〃
Sparrowhawk passed his hand over his hair； surprised。 〃So it is！… That was an insolence； but I seek no quarrel with these creatures。 They seem mad or bewildered。 They did not speak。 Never have I met a dragon who did not speak before it struck； if only to torment its prey。。。 Now we must go forward。 Do not look them in the eye； Arren。 Turn aside your face if you must。 We'll go with the world's wind； it blows fair from the south； and I may need my art for other things。 Hold her as she goes。〃
Lookfar moved forward and soon had on her left a distant island and on her right the twin isles they had seen first。 These rose up into low cliffs； and all the stark rock was whitened with the droppings of the dragons and of the little； black…headed terns that nested fearlessly among them。
The dragons had flown up high； and circled in the upper air as vultures circle。 Not one stooped down again to the boat。 Sometimes they cried out to one another； high and harsh across the gulfs of air； but if there were words in their crying； Arren could not make them out。
The boat rounded a short promontory； and he saw on the shore what he took for a moment to be a ruined fortress。 It was a dragon。 One black wing was bent under it and the other stretched out vast across the sand and into the water； so that the e and go of waves moved it a little to and fro in a mockery of flight。 The long snake…body lay full length on the rock and sand。 One foreleg was missing； the armor and flesh were torn from the great arch of the ribs； and the belly was torn open； so that the sand for yards about was blackened with the poisoned dragon…blood。 Yet the creature still lived。 So great a life is in dragons that only an equal power of wizardry can kill them swiftly。 The green…gold eyes were open； and as the boat sailed by； the lean； huge head moved a little； and with a rattling hiss steam mixed with bloody spray shot from the nostrils。
The beach between the dying dragon and the sea's edge was tracked and scored by the feet and heavy bodies of his kind； and his entrails were trodden into the sand。
Neither Arren nor Sparrowhawk spoke until they were well clear of that island and heading across the choppy； restless channel of the Dragons' Run； full of reefs and pinnacles and shapes of rock； toward the northern islands of the double chain。 Then Sparrowhawk said； 〃That was an evil sight；〃 and his voice was bleak and cold。
〃Do they。。。 eat their own kind？〃
〃No。 No more than we do。 They have been driven mad。 Their speech has been taken from them。 They who spoke before men spoke； they who are older than any living thing； the Children of Segoy …they have been driven to the dumb terror of the beasts。 Ah！ Kalessin！ where have your wings borne you？ Have you lived to see your race learn shame？〃 His voice rang like struck iron； and he looked upward； searching the sky。 But the dragons were behind； circling lower now above the rocky isles and the blood…stained beach； and overhead was nothing but the blue sky and the sun of noon。
There was then no man living who had sailed the Dragons' Run or seen it； except the Archmage。 Twenty years before and more； he had sailed the length of it from east to west and back again。 It was a nightmare and a marvel； to a sailor。 The water was a maze of blue channels and green shoals； and among these； by han