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caught. "Enlad is a rich and peaceful land," he said slowly. "It has never entered into these
rivalries. We hear of the troubles in other lands. But there's been no king on the throne in
Havnor since Maharion died: eight hundred years. Would the lands indeed accept a king?"
"If he came in peace and in strength; if Roke and Havnor recognized his claim."
"And there is a prophecy that must be fulfilled, isn't there? Maharion said that the next
king must be a mage."
"The Master Chanter's a Havnorian and interested in the matter, and he's been dinning the
words into us for three years now. Maharion said, He shall inherit my throne who has crossed the
dark land living and come to the far shores of the day."
"Therefore a mage."
"Yes, since only a wizard or mage can go among the dead in the dark land and return.
Though they do not cross it. At least, they always speak of it as if it had only one boundary, and
beyond that, no end. What are the far shores of the day, then? But so runs the prophecy of the
Last King, and therefore someday one will be born to fulfill it. And Roke will recognize him, and
the fleets and armies and nations will come together to him. Then there will be majesty again in
the center of the world, in the Tower of the Kings in Havnor. I would come to such a one; I would
serve a true king with all my heart and all my art," said Gamble, and then laughed and shrugged,
lest Arren think he spoke with over-much emotion. But Arren looked at him with friendliness,
thinking, "He would feel toward the king as I do toward the Archmage." Aloud he said, "A king
would need such men as you about him."
They stood, each thinking his own thoughts, yet companionable, until a gong rang sonorous
in the Great House behind them.
"There!" said Gamble. "Lentil and onion soup tonight. Come on."
"I thought you said they didn't cook," said Arren, still dreamy, following.
"Oh, sometimes -by mistake-"
No magic was involved in the dinner, though plenty of substance was. After it they walked
out over the fields in the soft blue of the dusk. "This is Roke Knoll," Gamble said, as they began
to climb a rounded hill. The dewy grass brushed their legs, and down by the marshy Thwilburn there
was a chorus of little toads to welcome the first warmth and the shortening, starry nights.
There was a mystery in that ground. Gamble said softly, "This hill was the first that
stood above the sea, when the First Word was spoken."
"And it will be the last to sink, when all things are unmade," said Arren.
"Therefore a safe place to stand on," Gamble said, shaking off awe; but then he cried,
awestruck, "Look! The Grove!"
South of the Knoll a great light was revealed on the earth, like moonrise, but the thin
moon was already setting westward over the hill's top; and there was a flickering in this
radiance, like the movement of leaves in the wind.
"What is it?"
"It comes from the Grove- the Masters must be there. They say it burnt so, with a light
like moonlight, all night, when they met to choose the Archmage five years ago. But why are they
meeting now? Is it the news you brought?"
"It may be," said Arren.
Gamble, excited and uneasy, wanted to return to the Great House to hear any rumor of what
the Council of the Masters portended. Arren went with him, but looked back often at that strange
radiance till the slope hid it, and there was only the new moon setting and the stars of spring.
Alone in the dark in the stone cell that was his sleeping-room, Arren lay with eyes open.
He had slept on a bed all his life, under soft furs; even in the twenty-oared galley in which he
had come from Enlad they had provided their young prince with more comfort than this-a straw
pallet on the stone floor and a ragged blanket of felt. But he noticed none of it. "I am at the
center of the world," he thought. "The Masters are talking in the holy place. What will they do?