e Lore of Paln。 I was young and a fool when I used that lore； and I brought ruin on myself。 But if an old man and a strong one used it； careless of all consequence； he might bring ruin on us all。〃
〃Were you not told that that man was dead？〃
〃Aye；〃 said Sparrowhawk 〃I was。〃
And they said no more。
That night the sea was full of fire。 The sharp waves thrown back by Lookfar's prow and the movement of every fish through the surface water were all outlined and alive with light。 Arren sat with his arm on the gunwale and his head on his arm； watching those curves and whorls of silver radiance。 He put his hand in the water and raised it again； and light ran softly from his fingers。 〃Look；〃 he said； 〃I too am a wizard。〃
〃That gift you have not；〃 said his panion。
〃Much good I shall be to you without it；〃 said Arren； gazing at the restless shimmer of the waves； 〃when we meet our enemy。〃
For he had hoped …from the very beginning he had hoped… that the reason the Archmage had chosen him and him alone for this voyage was that he had some inborn power； descended from his ancestor Morred； which would in the ultimate need and the blackest hour be revealed： and so he would save himself and his lord and all the world from the enemy。 But lately he had looked once more at that hope； and it was as if he saw it from a great distance； it was like remembering that； when he was a very little boy； he had had a burning desire to try on his father's crown； and had wept when he was forbidden to。 This hope was as ill…timed； as childish。 There was no magery in him。 There never would be。
The time might e； indeed； when he could； when he must； put on his father's crown and rule as Prince of Enlad。 But that seemed a small thing now； and his home a small place； and remote。 There was no disloyalty in this。 Only his loyalty had grown greater； being fixed upon a greater model and a broader hope。 He had learned his own weakness also； and by it had learned to measure his strength； and he knew that he was strong。 But what use was strength if he had no gift； nothing to offer； still； to his lord but his service and his steady love？ Where they were going； would those be enough？
Sparrowhawk said only； 〃To see a candle's light； one must take it into a dark place。〃 With that Arren tried to fort himself； but he did not find it very forting。
Next morning when they awoke； the air was grey and the water was grey。 Over the mast the sky brightened to the blue of an opal； for the fog lay low。 To Northern men such as Arren of Enlad and Sparrowhawk of Gont； the fog was wele； like an old friend。 Softly it enclosed the boat so that they could not see far； and it was to them like being in a familiar room after many weeks of bright and barren space and the wind blowing。 They were ing back into their own climate； and were now perhaps at the latitude of Roke。
Some seven hundred miles east of those fog…clad waters where Lookfar sailed； clear sunlight shone on the leaves of the trees of the Immanent Grove； on the green crown of Roke Knoll； and on the high slate roofs of the Great House。
In a room in the south tower； a magicians' workroom cluttered with retorts and alembics and great…bellied； crook…necked bottles； thick…walled furnaces and tiny heating…lamps； tongs； bellows； stands； pliers； pipes； a thousand boxes and vials and stoppered jugs marked with Hardic or more secret runes； and all such paraphernalia of alchemy； glass…blowing； metal…refining； and the arts of healing； in that room among the much…encumbered tables and benches stood the Master Changer and the Master Summoner of Roke。
In his hands the grey…haired Changer held a great stone like a diamond uncarved。 It was a rock…crystal； colored faintly deep within with amethyst and rose； but clear as water。 Yet as the eye looked into that clarity； it found unclarity； and neither reflection nor image of what was real round about； but only planes and depths ever farther； ever deeper； until it was led quite into dream and found no way out。 This was the Stone of Shelieth。 It had long been kept by the princes of Way； sometimes as a mere bauble of their treasury； sometimes as a charm for sleep； sometimes for a more baneful purpose： for those who looked too long and without understanding into that endless depth of crystal might go mad。 The Archmage Gensher of Way； ing to Roke； had brought with him the Stone of Shelieth； for in the hands of a mage it held the truth。
Yet the truth varies with the man。
Therefore the Changer； holding the stone and looking through its bossed； uneven surface into the infinite； palecolored； shimmering depths； spoke aloud to tell what he saw。 〃I see the earth； even as though I stood on Mount Orm in the center of the world and beheld all beneath my feet； even to the farthest isle of the farthest Reaches； and beyond。 And all is clear。 I see ships in the lanes of Ilien； and the hearthfires of Torheven； and the roofs of this tower where we stand now。 But past Roke； nothing。 In the south； no lands。 In the west； no lands。 I cannot see Wathort where it should be； nor any isle of the West Reach； even so close as Pendor。 And Osskil and Ebosskil； where are they？ There is a mist on Enlad； a greyness； like a spider's web。 Each time I look； more islands are gone and the sea where they were is empty and unbroken； even as it was before the Making…〃 and his voice stumbled on the last word as if it came with difficulty to his lips。
He set the stone down on its ivory stand and stood away from it。 His kindly face looked drawn。 He said； 〃Tell me what you see。〃
The Master Summoner took up the crystal in his hands and turned it slowly as if seeking on its rough； glassy surface an entrance of vision。 A long time he handled it； his face intent。 At last he set it down and said； 〃Changer； I see little。 Fragments； glimpses； making no whole。〃
The grey…haired Master clenched his hands。 〃Is that not strange in itself？〃
〃How so？〃
〃Are your eyes often blind？〃 the Changer cried； as if enraged。 〃Do you not see that there is。。。〃 and he stammered several times before he could speak； 〃Do you not see that there is a hand upon your eyes； even as there is a hand over my mouth？〃
The Summoner said； 〃You are overwrought； my lord。〃
〃Summon the Presence of the Stone；〃 said the Changer； controlling himself； but speaking in a somewhat stifled voice。
〃Why？〃
〃Why； because I ask you。〃
〃e； Changer； do you dare me … like boys before a bear's den？ Are we children？〃
〃Yes！ Before what I see in the Stone of Shelieth； I am a child … a frightened child。 Summon the Presence of the Stone。 Must I beg you； my lord？〃
〃No；〃 said the tall Master； but he frowned； and turned from the older man。 Then stretching wide his arms in the great gesture that begins the spells of his art； he raised his head and spoke the syllables of invocation。 As he spoke； a light grew within the Stone of Shelieth。 The room darkened about it； shadows gathered。 When the shadows were deep and the stone was very bright； he brought his hands together； lifted the crystal before his face； and looked into its radiance。
He was silent some while and then spoke。 〃I see the Fountains of Shelieth；〃 he said softly。 〃The pools and basins and the waterfalls； the silver…curtained dripping caves where ferns grow in banks of moss； the rippled sands； the leaping up of the waters and the running of them； the outwelling of deep springs from earth； the mystery and sweetness of the source； the spring。。。〃 He fell silent again； and stood so for a time； his face pale as silver in the light of the stone。 Then he cried aloud wordlessly； and dropping the crystal with a crash； fell to his knees； his face hidden in his hands。
There were no shadows。 Summer sunlight filled the Jumbled room。 The great stone lay beneath a table in the dust and litter； unharmed。
The Summoner reached out blindly； catching at the other man's hand like a child。 He drew a deep breath。 At last he got up； leaning a little on the Changer； and said with unsteady lips and some attempt to smile； 〃I will not take your dares again； my lord。〃
〃What saw you； Thorion？〃
〃I saw the fountains。 I saw them sink down； and the streams run dry； and the lips of the springs of water draw back。 And underneath all was black and dry。 You saw the sea before the Making； but I saw the。。。 what es after。。。 I saw the Unmaking。〃 He wet his lips。 〃I wish that the Archmage were here；〃 he said。
〃I wish that we were there with him。〃
〃Where？ There is none that can find him now。〃 The Summoner looked up at the windows that showed the blue； untroubled sky。 〃No sending can e to him； no summoning reach him。 He is there where you saw an empty sea。 He is ing to the place where the springs run dry。 He is where our arts do not avail。。。 Yet maybe even now there are spells that might reach to him； some of those in the Lore of Paln。〃
〃But those are spells whereby the dead are brought among the living。〃
〃Some bring the living among the dead。〃
〃You do not think him dead？〃
〃I think he goes toward death and is drawn toward it。 And so are we all。 Our power is going from us； and our strength； and our hope and luck。 The springs are running dry。〃
The Changer gazed at him a wh