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heights of the island. Among their huts and houses down the straggling street
of Ten'Alders the villagers stood waiting with their hunting bows and
new-forged spears, not knowing whether the Kargs might be far-off or very
near, all silent, all peering into the fog that hid shapes and distances and
dangers from their eyes.
With them was Duny. He had worked all night at the forgebellows, pushing
and pulling the two long sleeves of goathide that fed the fire with a blast of
sir. Now his arms so ached and trembled from that work that he could not hold
out the spear he had chosen. He did not see how he could fight or be of any
good to himself or the villagers. It rankled at his heart that he should die,
spitted on a Kargish lance, while still a boy: that he should go into the dark
land without ever having known his own name, his true name as a man. He looked
down at his thin arms, wet with cold fogdew, and raged at his weakness, for he
knew his strength. There was power in him, if he knew how to use it, and he
sought among all the spells he knew for some device that might give him and
his companions an advantage, or at least a chance. But need alone is not
enough to set power free: there must be knowledge.
The fog was thinning now under the heat of the sun that shone bare above
on the peak - in a bright sky. As the mists moved and parted in great drifts
and smoky wisps, the villagers saw a band of warriors coming up the mountain.
They were armored with bronze helmets and greaves and breastplates of heavy
leather and shields of wood and bronze, and armed with swords and the long
Kargish lance. Winding up along the steep bank of the Ar they came in a
plumed, clanking, straggling line, near enough already that their white faces
could be seen, and the words of their jargon heard as they shouted to one
another. In this band of the invading horde there were about a hundred men,
which is not many; but in the village were only eighteen men and boys.
Now need called knowledge out: Duny, seeing the fog blow and thin across
the path before the Kargs, saw a spell that might avail him. An old
weatherworker of the Vale, seeking to win the boy as prentice, had taught him
several charms. One of these tricks was called fogweaving, a binding-spell
that gathers the mists together for a while in one place; with it one skilled
in illusion can shape the mist into fair ghostly seemings, which last a little
and fade away. The boy had no such skill, but his intent was different, and he
had the strength to turn the spell to his own ends. Rapidly and aloud he named
the places and the boundaries of the village, and then spoke the fogweaving
charm, but in among its words he enlaced the words of a spell of concealment,
and last he cried the word that set the magic going.
Even as he did so his father coming up behind him struck him hard on the
side of the head, knocking him right down. "Be still, fool! keep your
blattering mouth shut, and hide if you can't fight!"
Duny got to his feet. He could hear the Kargs now at the end of the
village, as near as the great yew-tree by the tanner's yard. Their voices were
clear, and the clink and creak of their harness and arms, but they could not
be seen. The fog had closed and thickened all over the village, greying the
light, blurring the world till a man could hardly see his own hands before
him.
"I've hidden us all," Duny said, sullenly, for his head hurt from his
father's blow, and the working of the doubled incantation had drained his
strength. "I'll keep up this fog as long as I can. Get the others to lead them