Without a word； Sopli got down into the boat and crouched beside the mast； like a big； unkempt dog。 At this Arren rebelled 〃My lord！〃 he said。 Sparrowhawk turned； they stood face to face on the pier above the boat。
〃They are all mad on this island； but I thought you were not。 Why do you take him？〃
〃As a guide。〃
〃A guide …to more madness？ To death by drowning； or a knife in the back？〃
〃To death； but by what road I do not know。〃
Arren spoke with heat； and though Sparrowhawk answered quietly； there was something of a fierce note in his voice。 He was not used to being questioned。 But ever since Arren had tried to protect him from the madman on the road that afternoon and had seen how vain and unneeded his protection was； he had felt a bitterness； and all that uprush of devotion he had felt in the morning was spoilt and wasted。 He was unable to protect Sparrowhawk； he was not permitted to make any decisions； he was unable； or was not permitted； even to understand the nature of their quest。 He was merely dragged along on it； useless as a child。 But he was not a child。
〃I would not quarrel with you； my lord；〃 he said as coldly as he could。 〃But this… this is beyond reason！〃
〃It is beyond all reason。 We go where reason will not take us。 Will you e； or will you not？〃
Tears of anger sprang into Arren's eyes。 〃I said I would e with you and serve you。 I do not break my word。〃
〃That is well；〃 the mage said grimly and made as if to turn away。 Then he faced Arren again。 〃I need you； Arren； and you need me。 For I will tell you now that I believe this way we go is yours to follow； not out of obedience or loyalty to me； but because it was yours to follow before you ever saw me； before you ever set foot on Roke； before you sailed from Enlad。 You cannot turn back from it。〃
His voice had not softened。 Arren answered him as grimly； 〃How should I turn back； with no boat； here on the edge of the world？〃
〃This the edge of the world？ No； that is farther on。 We may yet e to it。〃
Arren nodded once and swung down into the boat。 Sparrowhawk loosed the line and spoke a light wind into the sail。 Once away from the looming； empty docks of Lorbanery the air blew cool and clean out of the dark north； and the moon broke silver from the sleek sea before them and rode upon their left as they turned southward to coast the isle。
The Madman
The madman； the Dyer of Lorbanery； sat huddled up against the mast； his arms wrapped around his knees and his head hunched down。 His mass of wiry hair looked black in the moonlight。 Sparrowhawk had rolled himself up in a blanket and gone to sleep in the stern of the boat。 Neither of them stirred。 Arren sat up in the prow； he had sworn to himself to watch all night。 If the mage chose to assume that their lunatic passenger would not assault him or Arren in the night； that was all very well for him； Arren； however； would make his own assumptions and undertake his own responsibilities。
But the night was very long and very calm。 The moonlight poured down； changeless。 Huddled by the mast； Sopli snored； long； soft snores。 Softly the boat moved onward； softly Arren slid into sleep。 He started awake once and saw the moon scarcely higher； he abandoned his selfrighteous guardianship； made himself fortable； and went to sleep。
He dreamt again； as he seemed always to do on this voyage； and at first the dreams were fragmentary but strangely sweet and reassuring。 In place of Lookfar's mast a tree grew； with great； arching arms of foliage； swans guided the boat； swooping on strong wings before it； far ahead； over the beryl green sea； shone a city of white towers。 Then he was in one of those towers； climbing the steps which spiralled upward； running up them lightly and eagerly。 These scenes changed and recurred and led into others； which passed without trace； but suddenly he was in the dreaded； dull twilight on the moors； and the horror grew in him until he could not breathe。
But he went forward； because he must go forward。 After a long time he realized that to go forward here was to go in a circle and e round on one's own tracks again。 Yet he must get out； get away。 It grew more and more urgent。 He began to run。 As he ran； the circles narrowed in and the ground began to slant。 He was running in the darkening gloom； faster and faster； around the sinking inner lip of a pit； an enormous whirlpool sucking down to darkness： and as he knew this； his foot slipped and he fell。
〃What's the matter； Arren？〃
Sparrowhawk spoke to him from the stern。 Grey dawn held the sky and sea still。
〃Nothing。〃
〃The nightmare？〃
〃Nothing。〃
Arren was cold； and his right arm ached from having been cramped under him。 He shut his eyes against the growing light and thought； 〃He hints of this and hints of that； but he will never tell me clearly where we're going； or why； or why I should go there。 And now he drags this madman with us。 Which is maddest； the lunatic or I； for ing with him？ The two of them may understand each other； it's the wizards who are mad now； Sopli said。 I could have been at home by now； at home in the Hall in Berila； in my room with the carven walls and the red rugs on the floor and a fire in the hearth； waking up to go out a…hawking with my father。 Why did I e with him？ Why did he bring me？ Because it's my way to go； he says； but that's wizard's talk； making things seem great by great words。 But the meaning of the words is always somewhere else。 If I have any way to go； it's to my home； not wandering senselessly across the Reaches。 I have duties at home and am shirking them。 If he really thinks there is some enemy of wizardry at work； why did he e alone； with me？ He might have brought another mage to help him… a hundred of them。 He could have brought an army of warriors； a fleet of ships。 Is this how a great peril is met； by sending out an old man and a boy in a boat？ This is mere folly。 He is mad himself； it is as he said； he seeks death。 He seeks death； and wants to take me with him。 But I am not mad and not old； I will not die； I will not go with him。〃
He sat up on his elbow； looking forward。 The moon that had risen before them as they left Sosara Bay was again before them； sinking。 Behind； in the east； day came wan and dull。 There were no clouds； but a faint； sickly overcast。 Later in the day the sun grew hot； but it shone veiled； without splendor。
All day long they coasted Lorbanery； low and green to their right hand。 A light wind blew off the land and filled their sail。 Toward evening they passed a long last cape； the breeze died down。 Sparrowhawk spoke the magewind into the sail； and like a falcon loosed from the wrist； Lookfar started and fled forward eagerly； putting the Isle of Silk behind。
Sopli the Dyer had cowered in the same place all day； evidently afraid of the boat and afraid of the sea； seasick and wretched。 He spoke now； hoarsely。 〃Are we going west？〃
The sunset was right in his face； but Sparrowhawk； patient with his stupidest questions； nodded。
〃To Obehol？〃
〃Obehol lies west of Lorbanery。〃
〃A long way west。 Maybe the place is there。〃
〃What is it like； the place？〃
〃How do I know？ How could I see it？ It's not on Lorbanery！ I hunted for it for years； four years； five years； in the dark； at night； shutting my eyes； always with him calling e； e； but I couldn't e。 I'm no lord of wizards who can tell the ways in the dark。 But there's a place to e to in the light； under the sun too。 That's what Mildi and my mother wouldn't understand。 They kept looking in the dark。 Then old Mildi died； and my mother lost her mind。 She forgot the spells we use in the dyeing； and it affected her mind。 She wanted to die； but I told her to wait。 Wait till I find the place。 There must be a place。 If the dead can e back to life in the world； there must be a place in the world where it happens。〃
〃Are the dead ing back to life？〃
〃I thought you knew such things；〃 Sopli said after a pause； looking askance at Sparrowhawk。
〃I seek to know them。〃
Sopli said nothing。 The mage suddenly looked at him； a direct； pelling gaze； though his tone was gentle： 〃Are you looking for a way to live forever； Sopli？〃
Sopli returned his gaze for a moment； then he hid his shaggy； brownish…red head in his arms； locking his hands across his ankles； and rocked himself a little back and forth。 It seemed that when he was frightened he took this position； and when he was in it； he would not speak or take any notice of what was said。 Arren turned away from him in despair and disgust。 How could they go on； with Sopli； for days or weeks； in an eighteen…foot boat？ It was like sharing a body with a diseased soul。。。
Sparrowhawk came up beside Arren in the prow and knelt with one knee on the thwart； looking into the sallow evening。 He said； 〃The man has a gentle spirit。〃
Arren did not answer this。 He asked coldly； 〃What is Obehol？ I never heard the name。〃
〃I know its name and place on the charts； no more。。。 Look there： the panions of Gobardon！〃
The great topaz…colored star was higher in the south now； and beneath it； just clearing the dim sea； shone a white star to the left and a bluish…white one to the right； forming a triangle。
〃Have they nam