to a girl in far Havnor？ Look at it； silk of the South； fine as the mayfly's wing！〃 She had flipped open with deft hands a bolt of gauzy silk； pink shot with threads of silver。
〃Nay； mistress； we're not wed to queens；〃 said Hawk； and the woman's voice rose to a blare： 〃So what do you dress your womenfolk in； burlap？ sailcloth？ Misers that won't buy a bit of silk for a poor woman freezing in the everlasting Northern snow！ How's this then； a Gontish fleecefell； to help you keep her warm on winter nights！〃 She flung out over the counterboard a great cream and brown square； woven of the silky hair of the goats of the northeastern isles。 The pretended trader put out his hand and felt it； and he smiled。
〃Aye； you're a Gontishman？〃 said the blaring voice； and the headdress nodding sent a thousand colored dots spinning over the canopy and the cloth。
〃This is Andradean work； see？ There's but four warpstrings to the finger's width。 Gont uses six or more。 But tell me why you've turned from working magic to selling fripperies。 When I was here years since； I saw you pulling flames out of men's ears； and then you made the flames turn into birds and golden bells； and that was a finer trade than this one。〃
〃It was no trade at all；〃 the big woman said； and for a moment Arren was aware of her eyes； hard and steady as agates； looking at him and Hawk from out of the glitter and restlessness of her nodding feathers and flashing mirrors。
〃It was pretty； that pulling fire out of ears；〃 said Hawk in a dour but simple…minded tone。 〃I thought to show it to my nevvy。〃
〃Well now； look you；〃 said the woman less harshly； leaning her broad； brown arms and heavy bosom on the counter。 〃We don't do those tricks any more。 People don't want 'em。 They've seen through 'em。 These mirrors now； I see you remember my mirrors；〃 and she tossed her head so that the reflected dots of colored light whirled dizzily about them。 〃Well； you can puzzle a man's mind with the flashing of the Mirrors and with words and with other tricks I won't tell you； till he thinks he sees what he don't see； what isn't there。 Like the flames and golden bells； or the S't of clothes I used to deck sailormen in； cloth of
In s gold with diamonds like apricots； and off they'd swagger like the King of All the Isles 。。。。 But it was tricks； fooleries。 You can fool men。 They're like chickens charmed by a snake； by a finger held before 'em。 Men are like chickens。 But then in the end they know they've been fooled and fuddled and they get angry and lose their pleasure in such things。 So I turned to this trade； and maybe all the silks aren't silks nor all the fleeces Gontish； but all the same they'll wearthey'll wearl They're real and not mere lies and air like the suits of cloth of gold。〃
〃Well； well；〃 said Hawk； 〃then there's none left in all Hort Town to pull fire out of ears； or do any magic like they did？〃
At his last words the woman frowned； she straightened up and began to fold the fleecefell carefully。 〃Those who want lies and visions chew hazia；〃 she said。 〃Talk to them if you like！〃 She nodded at the unmoving figures around the square。
〃But there were sorcerers； they that charmed the winds for seamen and put spells of fortune on their cargoes。 Are they all turned to other trades？〃
But she in sudden fury came blaring in over his words； 〃There's a sorcerer if you want one； a great one； a wizard with a staff and all…see him there？ He sailed with Egre himself； making winds and finding fat galleys； so he said； but it was all lies； and Captain Egre gave him his just reward at last； he cut his right hand off。 And there he sits now； see him； with his mouth full of hazia and his belly full of air。 Air and liesl Air and liesl That's all there is to your magic； Seacaptain Goad〃
〃Well； well； mistress；〃 said Hawk with obdurate mildness； 〃I was only asking。〃 She turned her broad back with a great； dazzle of whirling mirror…dots； and he ambled off； Arren beside him。
His amble was purposeful。 It brought them near the man she had pointed out。 He sat propped against a wall； staring at nothing； the dark； bearded face had been very handsome once。 The wrinkled wrist…stump lay on the pavement stones in the hot； bright sunlight； shameful。
There was some motion among the booths behind them； but Arren found it hard to look away from the man； a loathing fascination held him。 〃Was he really a wizard？〃 he asked very low。
〃He may be the one called Hare； who was weatherworker for the pirate Egre。 They were famous thieves …Here； stand clear； Arrenl〃 A man running full…tilt out from among the booths nearly slammed into them both。 Another came trotting by； struggling under the weight of a great folding tray loaded with cords and braids and laces。 A booth collapsed with a crash； awnings were being pushed over or taken down hurriedly； knots of people shoved and wrestled through the marketplace； voices rose in shouts and screams。 Above them all rang the blaring yell of the woman with the headdress of mirrors。 Arren glimpsed her wielding some kind of pole or stick against a bunch of men； fending them off with great sweeps like a swordsman at bay。。 Whether it was a quarrel that had spread and bee a riot； or an attack by a gang of thieves； or a fight between two rival lots of peddlers； there was no telling。 People rushed by with armfuls of goods that could be loot or their own property saved from looting。 There were knifefights； fist…fights； and brawls all over the square。 〃That way；〃 said Arren； pointing to a side street that led out of the square near them。 He started for the street； for it was clear that they had better get out at once； but his panion caught his arm。 Arren looked back and saw that the man Hare was struggling to his feet。 When he got himself erect； he stood swaying a moment； and then without a look around him set off around the edge of the square； trailing his single hand along the house walls as if to guide or support himself。 〃Keep him in sight；〃 Sparrowhawk said； and they set off following。 No one molested them or the man they followed； and in a minute they were out of the marketsquare； going downhill in the silence of a narrow； twisting street。
Overhead the attics of the houses almost met across the street； cutting out light； underfoot the stones were slippery with water and refuse。 Hare went along at a good pace； though he kept trailing his hand along the walls like a blind man。 They had to keep pretty close behind him lest they lose him at a cross…street。 The excitement of the chase came into Arren suddenly； his senses were all alert； as they were during a stag…hunt in the forests of Enlad； he saw vividly each face they passed； and breathed in the sweet stink of the city： a smell of garbage； incense； carrion； and flowers。 As they threaded their way across a broad； crowded street he heard a drum beat and caught a glimpse of a line of naked men and women； chained each to the next by wrist and waist； matted hair hanging over their faces： one glimpse and they were gone； as he dodged after Hare down a flight of steps and out into a narrow square； empty but for a few women gossiping at the fountain。
There Sparrowhawk caught up with Hare and set a hand on his shoulder； at which Hare cringed as if scalded； wincing away； and backed into the shelter of a massive doorway。 There he stood shivering and stared at them with the unseeing eyes of the hunted。
〃Are you called Hare？〃 asked Sparrowhawk； and he spoke in his own voice； which was harsh in quality； but gentle in intonation。 The man said nothing； seeming not to heed or not to hear。 〃I want something of you；〃 Sparrowhawk said。 Again no response。 〃I'll pay for it。〃
A slow reaction： 〃Ivory or gold？〃
〃Gold。〃
〃How much？〃
〃The wizard knows the spell's worth。〃
Hare's face flinched and changed； ing alive for an instant； so quickly that it seemed to flicker； then clouding again into blankness。 〃That's all gone；〃 he said； 〃all gone。〃 A coughing fit bent him over； he spat black。 When he straightened up he stood passive； shivering； seeming to have forgotten what they were talking about。
Again Arren watched him in fascination。 The angle in which he stood was formed by two giant figures flanking a doorway； statues whose necks were bowed under the weight of a pediment and whose knotmuscled bodies emerged only partially from the wall； as if they had tried to struggle out of stone into life and had failed part way。 The door they guarded was rotten on its hinges； the house； once a palace； was derelict。 The gloomy； bulging faces of the giants were chipped and lichen…grown。 Between these ponderous figures the man called Hare stood slack and fragile； his eyes as dark as the windows of the empty house。 He lifted up his maimed arm between himself and Sparrowhawk and whined； 〃Spare a little for a poor cripple； master。。。〃
The mage scowled as if in pain or shame； Arren felt he had seen his true face for a moment under the disguise。 He put his hand again on Hare's shoulder and said a few words； softly； in the wizardly tongue that Arren did not understand。
But Hare understood。 He clutched at Sparrowhawk with his one hand and stammered； 〃You can still speak… speak… e with me； e…〃
The mage glanced at