They divided a piece of bread and a last crumbling bit of cheese for breakfast, rested a little, and went on.
By evening they were up high. It was overcast and windy, freezing weather. They camped in the valley of another stream, where there was plenty of wood, and this time built up a sturdy fire of logs by which they could keep fairly warm.
Tenar was happy. She had found a squirrel's cache of nuts, exposed by the falling of a hollow tree: a couple of pounds of fine walnuts and a smooth-shelled kind that Ged, not knowing the Kargish name, called ubir. She cracked them one by one between a flat stone and a hammerstone, and handed every second nutmeat to the man.
I wish we could stay here, she said, looking down at the windy, twilit valley between the hills. I like this place.
This is a good place, he agreed.
People would never come here.
Not often I was born in the mountains, he said, on the Mountain of Gont. We shall pass it, sailing to Havnor, if we take the northern way. It's beautiful to see it in winter, rising all white out of the sea, like a greater wave. My village was by just such a stream as this one. Where were you born, Tenar?
In the north of Atuan, in Entat, I think. I can't remember it.
They took you so young?
I was five. I remember a fire on a hearth, and nothing else.
He rubbed his jaw, which though it had acquired a sparse beard, was at least clean; despite the cold, both of them had washed in the mountain streams. He rubbed his jaw and looked thoughtful and severe. She watched him, and never could she have said what was in her heart as she watched him, in the firelight, in the mountain dusk.
What are you going to do in Havnor? he said, asking the question of the fire, not of her. You are -more than I had realized truly reborn.
She nodded, smiling a little. She felt newborn.
You should learn the language, at least.
Your language?
Yes.
I'd like to
Well, then. This is kabat, and he tossed a little stone into the lap of her black robe.
Kabat. Is that in the dragon-tongue?
No, no. You don't want to work spells, you want to talk with other men and women!
But what is a pebble in the dragon's tongue?
Tolk, he said. But I am not making you my apprentice sorcerer. I'm teaching you the language people speak in the Archipelago, the Inner Lands. I had to learn your language before I came here.
You speak it oddly.
No doubt. Now, arkemmi kabat, and he held out his hands for her to give him the pebble.
Must I go to Havnor? she said.
Where else would you go, Tenar?
She hesitated.
Havnor is a beautiful city, he said. And you bring it the ring, the sign of peace, the lost treasure. They'll welcome you in Havnor as a princess. They'll do you honor for the great gift you bring them, and bid you welcome, and make you welcome. They are a noble and generous people in that city. They'll call you the White Lady because of your fair skin, and they'll love you the more because you are so young. And because you are beautiful. You'll have a hundred dresses like the one I showed you by illusion, but real ones. You'll meet with praise, and gratitude, and love. You who have known nothing but solitude and envy and the dark.
There was Manan, she said, defensive, her mouth trembling just a little. He loved me and was kind to me, always. He protected me as well as he knew how, and I killed him for it; he fell into the black pit. I don't want to go to Havnor. I don't want to go there. I want to stay here.
Here in Atuan?
In the mountains. Where we are now.
Tenar, he said in his grave, quiet voice, we'll stay then. I haven't my knife, and if it snows it will be hard. But so long as we can find food-
No. I know we can't stay. I'm merely being foolish, Tenar said, and got up, scattering walnut shells, to lay new wood on the fire. She stood thin and very straight in her torn, dirt-stained gown and cloak of black. All I know is of no use now, she said, and I haven't learned anything else. I will try to learn.
Ged looked away, wincing as if in pain.
Next day they crossed the summit of the tawny range. In the pass a hard wind blew, with snow in it, stinging and blinding. It was not until they had come down a long way on the other side, out from under the snow clouds of the peaks, that Tenar saw the land beyond the mountain wall. It was all green green of pines, of grasslands, of sown fields and fallows. Even in the dead of winter, when the thickets were bare and the forests full of gray boughs, it was a green land, humble and mild. They looked down on it from a high, rocky slant of the mountainside. Wordless, Ged pointed to the west, where the sun was getting low behind a thick cream and roil of clouds. The sun itself was hidden, but there was a glitter on the horizon, almost like the dazzle of the crystal walls of the Undertomb, a kind of joyous shimmering off on the edge of the world.
What is that? the girl said, and he: The sea.
Shortly afterward, she saw a less wonderful thing than that, but wonderful enough. They came on a road, and followed it; and it brought them by dusk into a village: ten or a dozen houses strung along the road. She looked at her companion in alarm when she realized they were coming among men. She looked, and did not see him. Beside her, in Ged's clothing, and with his gait, and in his shoes, strode another man. He had a white skin, and no beard. He glanced at her; his eyes were blue. He winked.
Will I fool 'em? he said. How are your clothes?
She looked down at herself. She had on a countrywoman's brown skirt and jacket, and a large red woolen shawl.
Oh, she said, stopping short. Oh, you are you are Ged! As she said his name she saw him perfectly clearly, the dark, scarred face she knew, the dark eyes; yet there stood the milk-faced stranger.
Don't say my true name before others. Nor will I say yours. We are brother and sister, come from Tenacbah. And I think I'll ask for a bite of supper if I see a kindly face. He took her hand and they entered the village.
They left it next morning with full stomachs, after a pleasant sleep in a hayloft.
Do Mages often beg? asked Tenar, on the road between green fields, where goats and little spotted cattle grazed.
Why do you ask?
You seemed used to begging. In fact you were good at it.
Well, yes. I've begged all my life, if you look at it that way. Wizards don't own much, you know. In fact nothing but their staff and clothing, if they wander. They are received and given food and shelter, by most people, gladly. They do make some return.
What return?
Well, that woman in the village. I cured her goats.
What was wrong with them?
They both had infected udders. I used to herd goats when I was a boy.
Did you tell her you'd cured them?
No. How could I? Why should I?
After a pause she said, I see your magic is not good only for large things.
Hospitality, he said, kindness to a stranger, that's a very large thing. Thanks are enough, of course. But I was sorry for the goats.
In the afternoon they came by a large town. It was built of clay brick, and walled round in the Kargish fashion, with overhanging battlements, watchtowers at the four corners, and a single gate, under which drovers were herding a big flock of sheep. The red tile roofs of a hundred or more houses poked up over the walls of yellowish brick. At the gate stood two guards in the red-plumed helmets of the Godking's service. Tenar had seen men in such helmets come, once a year or so, to the Place, escorting offerings of slaves or money to the Godking's temple. When she told Ged that, as they passed by outside the walls, he said, I saw them too, as a boy. They came raiding to Gont. They came into my village, to plunder it. But they were driven off. And there was a battle down by Armouth, on the shore; many men were killed, hundreds, they say. Well, perhaps now that the ring is rejoined and the Lost Rune remade, there will be no more such raiding and killing between the Kargish Empire and the Inner Lands.