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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


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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 commotion 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 become 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 companion 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