e only berry juice。 The poor silly mother had thought to fool us and keep her child！〃 Manan laughed heartily at this； his yellow face hardly changed； but his sides heaved。 〃So； her husband beat her； for he was afraid of the wrath of the priestesses。 And soon we came back to the desert； but each year one of the people of the Place would return to the village among the apple orchards； and see how the child got on。 So five years passed； and then Thar and Kossil made the journey； with the Temple guards； and soldiers of the red helmet sent by the Godking to escort them safely。 They brought the child back here； for it was indeed the Priestess of the Tombs reborn； and here it belonged。 And who was the child； eh； little one？〃
〃Me；〃 said Arha； looking off into the distance as if to see something she could not see； something gone out of sight。
Once she asked； 〃What did the。。。 the mother do； when they came to take the child away？〃
But Manan didn't know； he had not gone with the priestesses on that final journey。
And she could not remember。 What was the good in remembering？ It was gone； all gone。 She had e where she must e。 In all the world she knew only one place： the Place of the Tombs of Atuan。
In her first year there she had slept in the big dormitory with the other novices； girls between four and fourteen。 Even then Manan had been set apart among the Ten Wardens as her particular guardian； and her cot had been in a little alcove； partly separated from the long； low…beamed main room of the dormitory in the Big House where the girls giggled and whispered before they slept； and yawned and plaited one another's hair in the gray light of morning。 When her name was taken from her and she became Arha； she slept alone in the Small House； in the bed and in the room that would be her bed and her room for the rest of her life。 That house was hers； the House of the One Priestess； and no one might enter it without her permission。 When she was quite little still； she enjoyed hearing people knock submissively on her door； and saying； 〃You may e in；〃 and it annoyed her that the two High Priestesses； Kossil and Thar； took their permission for granted and entered her house without knocking。
The days went by； the years went by； all alike。 The girls of the Place of the Tombs spent their time at classes and disciplines。 They did not play any games。 There was no time for games。 They learned the sacred songs and the sacred dances； the histories of the Kargad Lands； and the mysteries of whichever of the gods they were dedicated to： the Godking who ruled in Awabath； or the Twin Brothers； Atwah and Wuluah。 Of them all； only Arha learned the rites of the Nameless Ones； and these were taught her by one person； Thar； the High Priestess of the Twin Gods。 This took her away from the others for an hour or more daily； but most of her day； like theirs； was spent simply working。 They learned how to spin and weave the wool of their flocks； and how to plant and harvest and prepare the food they always ate： lentils； buckwheat ground to a coarse meal for porridge or a fine flour for unleavened bread； onions； cabbages； goat…cheese； apples； and honey。
The best thing that could happen was to be allowed to go fishing in the murky green river that flowed through the desert a half mile northeast of the Place； to take along an apple or a cold buckwheat bannock for lunch and sit all day in the dry sunlight among the reeds； watching the slow green water run and the cloudshadows change slowly on the mountains。 But if you squealed with excitement when the line tensed and you swung in a flat； glittering fish to flop on the riverbank and drown in air； then Mebbeth would hiss like an adder； 〃Be still； you screeching fool！〃 Mebbeth； who served in the Godking's temple； was a dark woman； still young； but hard and sharp as obsidian。 Fishing was her passion。 You had to keep on her good side； and never make a sound； or she would not take you out to fish again； and then you'd never get to the river except to fetch water in summer when the wells ran low。 That was a dreary business； to trudge through the searing white heat a half mile down to the river； fill the two buckets on their carrying pole； and then set off as fast as possible uphill to the Place。 The first hundred yards were easy； but then the buckets began to grow heavier； and the pole burned your shoulders like a bar of hot iron； and the light glared on the dry road； and every step was harder and slower。 At last you got to the cool shade of the back courtyard of the Big House by the vegetable patch； and dumped the buckets into the great cistern with a splash。 And then you had to turn around to do it all over again； and again； and again。
Within the precincts of the Place …that was all the name it had or needed； for it was the most ancient and sacred of all places in the Four Lands of the Kargish Empire… a couple of hundred people lived； and there were many buildings： three temples； the Big House and the Small House； the quarters of the eunuch wardens； and close outside the wall the guards' barracks and many slaves' huts； the storehouses and sheep pens and goat pens and farm buildings。 It looked like a little town； seen from a distance； from up on the dry hills westward where nothing grew but sage； wire…grass in straggling clumps； small weeds and desert herbs。 Even from away off on the eastern plains； looking up one might see the gold roof of the Temple of the Twin Gods wink and glitter beneath the mountains； like a speck of mica in a shelf of rock。
That temple itself was a cube of stone； plastered white； windowless； with a low porch and door。 Showier； and centuries newer； was the Temple of the God…king a little below it； with a high portico and a row of thick white columns with painted capitals … each one a solid log of cedar； brought on shipboard from Hur…atHur where there are forests； and dragged by the straining of twenty slaves across the barren plains to the Place。 Only after a traveler approaching from the east had seen the gold roof and the bright columns would he see； higher up on the Hill of the Place； above them all； tawny and ruinous as the desert itself； the oldest of the temples of his race： the huge； low Hall of the Throne； with patched walls and flattish； crumbling dome。
Behind the Hall and encircling the whole crest of the hill ran a massive wall of rock； laid without mortar and half fallen down in many places。 Inside the loop of the wall several black stones eighteen or twenty feet high stuck up like huge fingers out of the earth。 Once the eye saw them it kept returning to them。 They stood there full of meaning； and yet there was no saying what they meant。 There were nine of them。 One stood straight； the others leaned more or less； two had fallen。 They were crusted with gray and orange lichen as if splotched with paint； all but one； which was naked and black； with a dull gloss to it。 It was smooth to the touch； but on the others； under the crust of lichen； vague carvings could be seen； or felt with the fingers … shapes； signs。 These nine stones were the Tombs of Atuan。 They had stood there； it was said； since the time of the first men； since Earthsea was created。 They had been planted in the darkness when the lands were raised up from the ocean's depths。 They were older by far than the God…kings of Kargad； older than the Twin Gods； older than light。 They were the tombs of those who ruled before the world of men came to be； the ones not named； and she who served them had no name。
She did not go among them often； and no one else ever set foot on that ground where they stood； on the hilltop within the rock wall behind the Hall of the Throne。 Twice a year； at the full moon nearest the equinox of spring and of autumn； there was a sacrifice before the Throne and she came out from the low back door of the Hall carrying a great brass basin full of smoking goat's blood； this she must pour out； half at the foot of the standing black stone； half over one of the fallen stones which lay embedded in the rocky dirt； stained by the blood…offering of centuries。
Sometimes Arha went by herself in the early morning and wandered among the Stones trying to make out the dim humps and scratches of the c