e。 Only over the dark sea eastward was there one faint； clear line： the horizon； tipping momently toward the unseen sun。
He came to the boathouse steps。 No one was there； nothing moved。 In his bulky sailor's coat and wool cap he was warm enough； but he shivered； standing on the stone steps in the darkness； waiting。
The boathouses loomed black above black water； and suddenly from them came a dull； hollow sound； a booming knock； repeated three times。 Arren's hair stirred on his scalp。 A long shadow glided out onto the water silently。 It was a boat； and it slid softly toward the pier。 Arren ran down the steps onto the pier and leapt down into the boat。
〃Take the tiller；〃 said the Archmage； a lithe； shadowy figure in the prow； 〃and hold her steady while I get the sail up。〃
They were out on the water already； the sail opening like a white wing from the mast； catching the growing light。 〃A west wind to save us rowing out of the bay； that's a parting gift from the Master Windkey； I don't doubt。 Watch her； lad； she steers very light！ So then。 A west wind and a clear dawn for the Balance…Day of spring。〃
〃Is this boat Lookfar？〃 Arren had heard of the Archmage's boat in songs and tales。
〃Aye；〃 said the other； busy with ropes。 The boat bucked and veered as the wind freshened； Arren set his teeth and tried to keep her steady。
〃She steers very light； but somewhat willful； lord。〃
The Archmage laughed。 〃Let her have her will； she is wise also。 Listen； Arren；〃 and he paused； kneeling on the thwart to face Arren； 〃I am no lord now； nor you a prince。 I am a trader called Hawk； and you're my nephew； learning the seas with me； called Arren； for we hail from Enlad。 From what town？ A large one； lest we meet a townsman。〃
〃Temere； on the south coast？ They trade to all the Reaches。〃
The Archmage nodded。
〃But；〃 said Arren cautiously； 〃you don't have quite the accent of Enlad。〃
〃I know。 I have a Gontish accent；〃 his panion said； and laughed； looking up at the brightening east。 〃But I think I can borrow what I need from you。 So we e from Temere in our boat Dolphin； and I am neither lord nor mage nor Sparrowhawk； but… how am I called？〃
〃Hawk； my lord。〃
Then Arren bit his tongue。
〃Practice； nephew；〃 said the Archmage。 〃It takes practice。 You've never been anything but a prince。 While I have been many things； and last of all； and maybe least； an Archmage。。。 We go south looking for emmelstone； that blue stuff they carve charms of。 I know they value it in Enlad。 They make it into charms against rheums； sprains； stiff necks； and slips of the tongue。〃
After a moment Arren laughed； and as he lifted his head； the boat lifted on a long wave； and he saw the rim of the sun against the edge of the ocean； a flare of sudden gold； before them。
Sparrowhawk stood with one hand on the mast； for the little boat leapt on the choppy waves； and facing the sunrise of the equinox of spring he chanted。 Arren did not know the Old Speech； the tongue of wizards and dragons； but he heard praise and rejoicing in the words； and there was a great striding rhythm in them like the rise and fall of tides or the balance of the day and night each succeeding each forever。 Gulls cried on the wind； and the shores of Thwil Bay slid past to right and left； and they entered on the long waves； full of light； of the Inmost Sea。
From Roke to Hort Town is no great voyage； but they spent three nights at sea。 The Archmage had been urgent to be gone； but once gone； he was more than patient。 The winds turned contrary as soon as they were away from the charmed weather of Roke； but he did not call a magewind into their sail； as any weatherworker could have done； instead； he spent hours teaching Arren how to manage the boat in a stiff headwind； in the rock…fanged sea east of Issel。 The second night out it rained； the rough； cold rain of March； but he said no spell to keep it off them。 On the next night； as they lay outside the entrance to Hort Harbor in a calm； cold； foggy darkness； Arren thought about this； and reflected that in the short time he had known him； the Archmage had done no magic at all。
He was a peerless sailor； though。 Arren had learned more in three days' sailing with him than in ten years of boating and racing on Berila Bay。 And mage and sailor are not so far apart； both work with the powers of sky and sea； and bend great winds to the uses of their hands； bringing near what was remote。 Archmage or Hawk the sea…trader； it came to much the same thing。
He was a rather silent man； though perfectly goodhumored。 No clumsiness of Arren's fretted him； he was panionable； there could be no better shipmate； Arren thought。 But he would go into his own thoughts and be silent for hours on end； and then when he spoke there was a harshness in his voice； and he would look right through Arren。 This did not weaken the love the boy felt for him； but maybe it lessened liking somewhat； it was a little awesome。 Perhaps Sparrowhawk felt this； for in that foggy night off the shores of Wathort he began to talk to Arren； rather haltingly； about himself。 〃I do not want to go among men again tomorrow；〃 he said。 〃I've been pretending that I am free。。。 That nothing's wrong in the world。 That I'm not Archmage； not even sorcerer。 That I'm Hawk of Temere； without responsibilities or privileges； owing nothing to anyone。。。〃 He stopped and after a while went on； 〃Try to choose carefully； Arren； when the great choices must be made。 When I was young； I had to choose between the life of being and the life of doing。 And I leapt at the latter like a trout to a fly。 But each deed you do； each act； binds you to itself and to its consequences； and makes you act again and yet again。 Then very seldom do you e upon a space； a time like this； between act and act； when you may stop and simply be。 Or wonder who； after all； you are。〃
How could such a man； thought Arren； be in doubt as to who and what he was？ He had believed such doubts were reserved for the young； who had not done anything yet。
The boat rocked in the great； cool darkness。
〃That's why I like the sea；〃 said Sparrowhawk's voice in that darkness。
Arren understood him； but his own thoughts ran ahead； as they had been doing all these three days and nights； to their quest； the aim of their sailing。 And since his panion was in a mood to talk at last； he asked； 〃Do you think we will find what we seek in Hort Town？〃
Sparrowhawk shook his head； perhaps meaning no； perhaps meaning that he did not know。
〃Can it be a kind of pestilence； a plague； that drifts from land to land； blighting the crops and the flocks and men's spirits？〃
〃A pestilence is a motion of the great Balance； of the Equilibrium itself； this is different。 There is the stink of evil in it。 We may suffer for it when the balance of things rights itself； but we do not lose hope and forego art and forget the words of the Making。 Nature is not unnatural。 This is not a righting of the balance； but an upsetting of it。 There is only one creature who can do that。〃
〃A man？〃 Arren said； tentative。
〃We men。〃
〃How？〃
〃By an unmeasured desire for life。〃
〃For life？ But it isn't wrong to want to live？〃
〃No。 But when we crave power over life …endless wealth； unassailable safety； immortality… then desire bees greed。 And if knowledge allies itself to that greed； then es evil。 Then the balance of the world is swayed； and ruin weighs heavy in the scale。〃
Arren brooded over this a while and said at last； 〃Then you think it is a man we seek？〃
〃A man； and a mage。 Aye； I think so。〃
〃But I had thought； from what my father and teachers taught； that the great arts of wizardry were dependent on the Balance； the Equilibrium of things； and so could not be used for evil。〃
〃That；〃 said Sparrowhawk somewhat wryly； 〃is a debatable point。 Infinite are the arguments of mages。。。 Every land of Earthsea knows of witches who cast unclean spells； sorcerers who use their art to win riches。 But there is more。 The Firelord； who sought to undo the darkness and stop the sun at noon； was a great mage； even Erreth…Akbe could scarcely defeat him。 The Enemy of Morred was another such。 Where he came； whole cities knelt to him； armies fought for him。 The spell he wove against Morred was so mighty that even when he was slain it could not be halted； and the island of Solea was overwhelmed by the sea； and all on it perished。 Those were men in whom great strength and knowledge served the will to evil and fed upon it。 Whether the wizardry that serves a better end may always prove the stronger； we do not know。 We hope。〃
There is a certain bleakness in finding hope where one expected certainty。 Arren found himself unwilling to stay on these cold summits。 He said after a little while； 〃I see why you say that only men do evil； I think。 Even sharks are innocent； they kill because they must。〃
〃That is why nothing else can resist us。 Only one thing in the world can resist an evil…hearted man。 And that is another man。 In our shame is our glory。 Only our spirit； which is capable of evil； is capable of overing it！；
〃But the dragons；〃 said Arren。 〃Do they not do great evil？ Are they innocent？〃
〃The dragons！ The dragons are avaricious； insatiab