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As the witch kept talking of the glory and the riches and the great
power over men that a sorcerer could gain, he set himself to learn more useful
lore. He was very quick at it. The witch praised him and the children of the
village began to fear him, and he himself was sure that very soon he would
become great among men. So he went on from word to word and from spell to
spell with the witch till he was twelve years old and had learned from her
a great part of what she knew: not much, but enough for the witchwife of a
small village, and more than enough for a boy of twelve. She had taught him
all her lore in herbals and healing, and all she knew of the crafts of
finding, binding, mending, unsealing and revealing. What she knew of chanters'
tales and the great Deeds she had sung him, and all the words of the True
Speech that she had learned from the sorcerer that taught her, she taught
again to Deny. And from weatherworkers and wandering jugglers who went from
town to town of the Northward Vale and the East Forest he had learned various
ticks and pleasantries, spells of Illusion. It was with one of these light
spells that he first proved the great power that was in him.
In those days the Kargad Empire was strong. Those are four great lands
that lie between the Northern and the Eastern Reaches: Karego-At, Atuan,
Hur-at-Hur, Atnini. The tongue they speak there is not like any spoken in the
Archipelago or the other Reaches, and they are a savage people, white-skinned,
yellowhaired, and fierce, liking the sight of blood and the smell of burning
towns. Last year they had attacked the Torikles and the strong island
Torheven, raiding in great force in fleets of redsailed ships. News of this
came north to Gont, but the Lords of Gont were busy with their piracy and paid
small heed to the woes of other lands. Then Spevy fell to the Kargs and was
looted and laid waste, its people taken as slaves, so that even now it is an
isle of ruins. In lust of conquest the Kargs sailed next to Gont, coming in a
host, thirty great longships, to East Port. They fought through that town,
took it, burned it; leaving their ships under guard at the mouth of the River
Ar they went up the Vale wrecking and looting, slaughtering cattle and men. As
they went they split into bands, and each of these bands plundered where it
chose. Fugitives brought warning to the villages of the heights. Soon the
people of Ten Alders saw smoke darken the eastern sky, and that night those
who climbed the High Fall looked down on the Vale all hazed and red-streaked
with fires where fields ready for harvest had been set ablaze, and orchards
burned, the fruit roasting on the blazing boughs, and urns and farmhouses
smouldered in ruin.
Some of the villagers fled up the ravines and hid in the forest, and
some made ready to fight for their lives, and some did neither but stood about
lamenting. The witch was one who fled; hiding alone in a cave up on the
Kapperding Scarp and sealing the cave-mouth with spells. Duny's father the
bronze-smith was one who stayed, for he would not leave his smelting-pit and
forge where he had worked for fifty years. All that night he labored beating
up what ready metal he had there into spearpoints, and others worked with him
binding these to the handles of hoes and rakes; there being no time to make
sockets and shaft them properly. There had been no weapons in the village but
hunting bows and short knives, for the mountain folk of Cont are not warlike;
it is not warriors they are famous for, but goat-thieves, sea pirates, and
wizards.
With sunrise came a thick white fog, as on many autumn mornings in the