e with that thunder and shrill whistle of outspread golden wings。 It alighted on huge talons on the summit of the dune。 Against the sun the great head was black； with fiery glints。
The dragon crawled a little way down the slope and spoke。 〃Agni Lebannen；〃 it said。
Standing between it and Ged； Arren answered： 〃Orm Embar。〃 And he held his bare sword in his hand。
It did not feel heavy now。 The smooth； worn hilt was fortable in his hand； it fitted。 The blade had e lightly； eagerly； from the sheath。 The power of it； the age of it； were on his side； for he knew now what use to make of it。 It was his sword。
The dragon spoke again； but Arren could not understand。 He glanced back at his sleeping panion； whom all the rush and thunder had not awakened； and said to the dragon； 〃My lord is weary； he sleeps。〃
At that Orm Embar crawled and coiled on down to the bottom of the dell。 He was heavy on the ground； not lithe and free as when he flew； but there was a sinister grace in the slow placing of his great； taloned feet and the curving of his thorny tail。 Once there he drew his legs beneath him； lifted up his huge head； and was still： like a dragon carved on a warrior's helm。 Arren was aware of his yellow eye； not ten feet away； and of the faint reek of burning that hung about him。 This was no carrion stink； dry and metallic； it accorded with the faint odors of the sea and the salt sand； a clean； wild smell。
The sun rising higher struck the flanks of Orm Embar； and he burnt like a dragon made of iron and gold。
Still Ged slept； relaxed； taking no more notice of the dragon than a sleeping farmer of his hound。
So an hour passed； and Arren； starting； found the mage had sat up beside him。
〃Have you got so used to dragons that you fall asleep between their paws？〃 said Ged； and laughed； yawning。 Then； rising； he spoke to Orm Embar in the dragons' speech。
Before Orm Embar answered； he too yawned =perhaps in sleepiness； perhaps in rivalry… and that was a sight that few have lived to remember： the rows of yellow…white teeth as long and sharp as swords； the forked； red； fiery tongue twice the length of a man's body； the fuming cavern of the throat。
Orm Embar spoke； and Ged was about to answer； when both turned to look at Arren。 They had heard； clear in the silence； the hollow whisper of steel on sheath。 Arren was looking up at the lip of the dune behind the mage's head； and his sword was ready in his hand。
There stood； bright lit by sunlight； the faint wind stirring his garments slightly； a man。 He stood still as a carven figure except for that flutter of the hem and hood of his light cloak。 His hair was long and black； falling in a mass of glossy curls； he was broad…shouldered and tall； a strong； ely man。 His eyes seemed to look out over them； at the sea。 He smiled。
〃Orm Embar I know；〃 he said。 〃And you also I know； though you have grown old since I last saw you； Sparrowhawk。 You are Archmage now； they tell me。 You have grown great； as well as old。 And you have a young servant with you： a prentice mage； no doubt； one of those who learn wisdom on the Isle of the Wise。 What do you two here； so far from Roke and the invulnerable walls that protect the Masters from all harm？〃
〃There is a breach in greater walls than those；〃 said Ged； clasping both hands on his staff and looking up at the man。 〃But will you not e to us in the flesh； so that we may greet one whom we have long sought？〃
〃In the flesh？〃 said the man； and smiled again。 〃Is mere flesh； body； butcher's meat； of such account between two mages？ No； let us meet mind to mind； Archmage。〃
〃That； I think； we cannot do。 Lad； put up your sword。 It is but a sending； an appearance； no true man。 As well draw blade against the wind。 In Havnor； when your hair was white； you were called Cob。 But that was only a use…name。 How shall we call you when we meet you？〃
〃You will call me Lord；〃 said the tall figure on the dune's edge。
〃Aye； and what else？〃
〃King and Master。〃
At that Orm Embar hissed； a loud and hideous sound； and his great eyes gleamed； yet he turned his head away from the man； and sank crouching in his tracks； as if he could not move。
〃And where shall we e to you and when？〃
〃In my domain and at my pleasure。〃
〃Very well；〃 said Ged； and lifting up his staff moved it a little toward the tall man… and the man was gone； like a candleflame blown out。
Arren stared； and the dragon rose up mightily on his four crooked legs； his mail clanking and the lips writhing back from his teeth。 But the mage leaned on his staff again。
〃It was only a sending。 A presentment or image of the man。 It can speak and hear； but there's no power in it； save what our fear may lend it。 Nor is it even true in seeming； unless the sender so wishes。 We have not seen what he now looks like； I guess。〃
〃Is he near； do you think？〃
〃Sendings do not cross water。 He is on Selidor。 But Selidor is a great island： broader than Roke or Gont and near as long as Enlad。 We may seek him long。〃
Then the dragon spoke。 Ged listened and turned to Arren。 〃Thus says the Lord of Selidor： 'I have e back to my own land； nor will I leave it。 I will find the Unmaker and bring you to him； that together we may abolish him： And have I not said that what a dragon hunts； he finds？〃
Thereupon Ged went down on one knee before the great creature； as a liegeman kneels before a king； and thanked him in his own tongue。 The breath of the dragon； so close； was hot on his bowed head。
Orm Embar dragged his scaly weight up the dune once more； beat his wings； and took the air。
Ged brushed the sand from his clothes and said to Arren； 〃Now you have seen me kneel。 And maybe you'll see me kneel once more； before the end。〃
Arren did not ask what he meant； in their long panionship he had learned that there was reason in the mage's reserve。 Yet it seemed to him that there was evil omen in the words。
They crossed over the dune to the beach once more to make sure the boat lay high above the reach of tide or storm； and to take from her cloaks for the night and what food they had left。 Ged paused a minute by the slender prow which had borne him over strange seas so long； so far； he laid his hand on it； but he set no spell and said no word。 Then they struck inland； northward； once again； toward the hills。
They walked all day； and at evening camped by a stream that wound down toward the reed…choked lakes and marshes。 Though it was full summer the wind blew chill； ing from the west； from the endless； landless reaches of the open sea。 A mist veiled the sky； and no stars shone above the hills on which no hearth…fire or window…light had ever gleamed。
In the darkness Arren woke。 Their small fire was dead； but a westering moon lit the land with a grey； misty light。 In the stream…valley and on the hillside about it stood a great multitude of people； all still； all silent； their faces turned toward Ged and Arren。 Their eyes caught no light of the moon。
Arren dared not speak； but he put his hand on Ged's arm。 The mage stirred and sat up； saying； 〃What's the matter？〃 He followed Arren's gaze and saw the silent people。
They were all clothed darkly； men and women alike。 Their faces could not be clearly seen in the faint light； but it seemed to Arren that among those who stood nearest them in the valley； across the little stream； there were some whom he knew； though he could not say their names。
Ged stood up； the cloak falling from him。 His face and hair and shirt shone silvery pale； as if the moonlight gathered itself to him。 He held out his arm in a wide gesture and said aloud； 〃O you who have lived； go free！ I break the bond that holds you： Anvassa mane harw pennodathe！〃
For a moment they stood still； the multitude of silent people。 They turned away slowly； seeming to walk into the grey darkness； and were gone。
Ged sat down。 He drew a deep breath。 He looked at Arren and put his hand on the boy's shoulder； and his touch was warm and firm。 〃There's nothing to fear； Lebannen；〃 he said gently； mockingly。 〃They were only the dead。〃
Arren nodded； though his teeth were chattering and he felt cold to his very bones。 〃How did；〃 he began； but his jaw and lips