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pt； would he too be able to follow Hare into his dream and e to the place； the secret way？ Perhaps he could。 It seemed quite possible now。 But he was to guard the door。 He and Sparrowhawk had scarcely spoken of it； but both were aware that in having them e back at night Hare might have planned some ambush； he had been a pirate； he knew robbers。 They had said nothing； but Arren knew that he was to stand guard； for while the mage made this strange journey of the spirit he would be defenseless。 But like a fool he had left his sword on board the boat； and how much good would his knife be if that door swung suddenly open behind him？ But that would not happen： he could listen and hear。 Hare was not speaking any more。 Both men were utterly silent； the whole house was silent。 Nobody could e up those swaying stairs without some noise。 He could speak； if he heard a noise： shout aloud； and the trance would break； and Sparrowhawk would turn and defend himself and Arren with all the vengeful lightning of a wizard's rage。。。 When Arren had sat down at the door； Sparrowhawk had looked at him； only a glance； approval： approval and trust。 He was the guard。 There was no danger if he kept on guard。 But it was hard； hard to keep watching those two faces； the little pearl of the lampflame between them on the floor； both silent now； both still； their eyes open but not seeing the light or the dusty room； not seeing the world； but some other world of dream or death。。。 to watch them and not to try to follow them。。。
There； in the vast； dry darkness； there one stood beckoning。 e； he said； the tall lord of shadows。 In his hand he held a tiny flame no larger than a pearl； held it out to Arren； offering life。 Slowly Arren took one step toward him； following。
Magelight
Dry； his mouth was dry。 There was the taste of dust in his mouth。 His lips were covered with dust。
Without lifting his head from the floor； he watched the shadow…play。 There were the big shadows that moved and stooped； swelled and shrank； and fainter ones that ran around the walls and ceiling swiftly； mocking them。 There was a shadow in the corner and a shadow on the floor； and neither of these moved。
The back of his head began to hurt。 At the same time； what he saw came clear to his mind； in one flash； frozen in an instant： Hare slumped in a corner with his head on his knees； Sparrowhawk sprawled on his back； a man kneeling over Sparrowhawk； another tossing gold pieces into a bag； a third standing watching。 The third man held a lantern in one hand and a dagger in the other； Arren's dagger。
If they talked； he did not hear them。 He heard only his own thoughts； which told him immediately and unhesitatingly what to do。 He obeyed them at once。 He crawled forward very slowly a couple of feet； darted out his left hand and grabbed the bag of loot； leapt to his feet； and made for the stairs with a hoarse yell。 He plunged downstairs in the blind dark without missing a step； without even feeling them under his feet； as if he were flying。 He broke out onto the street and ran full…speed into the dark。
The houses were black hulks against the stars。 Starlight gleamed faintly on the river to his right； and though he could not see where the streets led； he could make out street…crossings and so turn and double on his track。 They had followed him； he could hear them behind him； not very far behind。 They were unshod； and their panting breathing was louder than their footfalls。 He would have laughed if he had had time； he knew at last what it was like to be the hunted instead of the hunter； the quarry instead of the leader of the chase。 It was to be alone and to be free。 He swerved to the right and dodged stooping across a high…parapetted bridge； slipped into a side street； around a corner； back to the riverside and along it for a way； across another bridge。 His shoes were loud on the cobblestones； the only sound in all the city； he paused at the bridge abutment to unlace them； but the strings were knotted； and the hunt had not lost him。 The lantern glittered a second across the river； the soft； heavy； running feet came on。 He could not get away from them。 He could only outrun them； keep going； keep ahead； and get them away from the dusty room； far away。。。
They had stripped his coat off him； along with his dagger； and he was in shirt…sleeves； light and hot； his head swimming； and the pain in the back of his skull pointing and pointing with each stride； and he ran and he ran。。。 The bag hindered him。 He flung it down suddenly； a loose gold piece flying out and striking the stones with a clear ring。 〃Here's your money！〃 he yelled； his voice hoarse and gasping。 He ran on。 And all at once the street ended。 No cross…streets； no stars before him； a dead end。 Without pausing he turned back and ran at his pursuers。 The lantern swung wild in his eyes； and he yelled defiance as he came at them。
There was a lantern swinging back and forth before him； a faint spot of light in a great； moving greyness。 He watched it for a long time。 It grew fainter； and at last a shadow passed before it； and when the shadow went on the light was gone。 He grieved for it a little； or perhaps he was grieving for himself； because he knew he must wake up now。
The lantern； dead； still swung against the mast to which it was fixed。 All around； the sea brightened with the ing sun。 A drum beat。 Oars creaked heavily； regularly； the wood of the ship cried and creaked in a hundred little voices； a man up in the prow called something to the sailors behind him。 The men chained with Arren in the after hold were all silent。 Each wore an iron band around his waist and manacles on his wrists； and both these bonds were linked by a short； heavy chain to the bonds of the next man； the belt of iron was also chained to a bolt in the deck； so that the man could sit or crouch； but could not stand。 They were too close together to lie down； jammed together in the small cargo…hold。 Arren was in the forward port corner。 If he lifted his head high； his eyes were on a level with the deck between hold and rail； a couple of feet wide。
He did not remember much of last night past the chase and the dead…end street。 He had fought and been knocked down and trussed up and carried somewhere。 A man with a strange； whispering voice had spoken； there had been a place like a smithy； a forge…fire leaping red。。。 He could not recall it。 He knew； though； that this was a slave…ship； and that he had been taken to be sold。
It did not mean much to him。 He was too thirsty。 His body ached and his head hurt。 When the sun rose the light sent lances of pain into his eyes。
Along in midmorning they were given a quarter…loaf of bread each and a long drink from a leather flask； held to their lips by a man with a sharp； hard face。 His neck was clasped by a broad； gold…studded leather band like a dog's collar； and when Arren heard him speak he recognized the weak； strange； whistling voice。
Drink and food eased his bodily wretchedness for a while and cleared his head。 He looked for the first time at the faces of his fellow slaves； three in his row and four close behind。 Some sat with tbeir heads on their raised knees； one was slumped over； sick or drugged。 The one next to Arren was a fellow of twenty or so with a broad； flat face。 〃Where are they taking us？〃 Arren said to him。
The fellow looked at him …their faces were not a foot apart… and grinned； shrugging； and Arren thought he meant he did not know； but then he jerked his manacled arms as if to gesture and opened his still…grinning mouth wide to show； where the tongue should be； only a black root。
〃It'll be Showl；〃 said one behind Arren； and another； 〃Or the Market at Amrun；〃 and then the man with the collar； who seemed to be everywhere on the ship； was bending above the hold； hissing； 〃Be still if you don't want to be shark bait；〃 and all of them were still。
Arren tried to imagine these places； Showl； the Market of Amrun。 They sold slaves there。 They stood them out in front of the buyers； no doubt； like oxen or rams for sale in Berila Marketplace。 He would stand there wearing chains。 Somebody would buy him and lead him home and they would give him an order； and he would refuse to o
