cient fashion； it was rent as if by hatchet blows； and the jeweled scabbard of his sword was empty。 His face was stern； with arched； black brows and narrow nose； his eyes were dark； keen； and sorrowful。 There were wounds on his arms and in his throat and side； they bled no longer； but they were mortal wounds。 He stood erect and still； and looked at them。
Ged took one step toward him。 They were somewhat alike； thus face to face。
〃Thou art Erreth…Akbe；〃 Ged said。 The other gazed at him steadily and nodded once； but did not speak。
〃Even thou； even thou must do his bidding。〃 Rage was in Ged's voice。 〃O my lord； and best and bravest of us all； rest in thy honor and in death！〃 And raising his hands； Ged brought them down in a great gesture； saying again those words he had spoken to the multitudes of the dead。 His hands left behind on the air a moment a broad； bright track。 When it was gone； the armored man was gone； and only the sun dazzled on the sand where he had stood。
Ged struck at the house of bones with his staff； and it fell and vanished away。 Nothing of it was left but one great rib…bone that stuck up out of the sand。
He turned to Orm Embar。 〃Is it here； Orm Embar？ Is this the place？〃
The dragon opened his mouth and made a huge； gasping hiss。
〃Here on the last shore of the world。 That is well！〃 Then holding his black yew staff in his left hand； Ged opened his arms in the gesture of invocation； and spoke。 Though he spoke in the language of the Making； yet Arren understood； at last； as all who hear that invocation must understand； for it has power over all： 〃Now do I summon you and here； my enemy； before my eyes and in the flesh； and bind you by the word that will not be spoken till time's end； to e！〃
But where the name of him summoned should have been spoken； Ged said only： My enemy。
A silence followed； as if the sound of the sea had faded。 It seemed to Arren that the sun failed and dimmed； though it stood high in a clear sky。 A darkness came over the beach； as though one looked through smoked glass； directly before Ged it grew very dark； and it was hard to see what was there。 It was as if nothing was there； nothing the light could fall on； a formlessness。
Out of it came a man； suddenly。 It was the same man they had seen upon the dune； black…haired and long…armed； lithe and tall。 He held now a long rod or blade of steel； graven all down its length with runes； and he tilted this toward Ged as he faced him。 But there was something strange in the look of his eyes； as if they were sun…dazzled and could not see。
〃I e；〃 he said； 〃at my own choosing； in my own way。 You cannot summon me； Archmage。 I am no shadow。 I am alive。 I only am alive！ You think you are； but you are dying； dying。 Do you know what this is I hold？ It is the staff of the Grey Mage； he who silenced Nereger； the Master of my art。 But I am the Master now。 And I have had enough of playing games with you。〃 With that he suddenly reached out the steel blade to touch Ged； who stood as if he could not move and could not speak。 Arren stood a pace behind him； and all his will was to move； but he could not stir； he could not even put his hand on his sword…hilt； and his voice was stopped in his throat。
But over Ged and Arren； over their heads； vast and fiery； the great body of the dragon came in one writhing leap and plunged down full…force upon the other； so that the charmed steel blade entered into the dragon's mailed breast to its full length： but the man was borne down under his weight and crushed and burnt。
Rising up again from the sand； arching his back and beating his vaned wings； Orm Embar vomited out gouts of fire and screamed。 He tried to fly； but he could not fly。 Malign and cold； the metal lay in his heart。 He crouched； and the blood ran black and poisonous； steaming； from his mouth； and the fire died in his nostrils till they became like pits of ash。 He laid down his great head on the sand。
So died Orm Embar where his forefather Orm died； on the bones of Orm buried in the sand。
But where Orm had struck his enemy to earth； there lay something ugly and shriveled； like the body of a big spider dried up in its web。 It had been burned by the dragon's breath and crushed by his taloned feet。 Yet； as Arren watched； it moved。 It crawled away a little from the dragon。
The face lifted up toward them。 There was no eliness left in it； only ruin； old age that had outlived old age。 The mouth was withered。 The sockets of the eyes were empty and had long been empty。 So Ged and Arren saw at last the living face of their enemy。
It turned away。 The burnt； blackened arms reached out； and a darkness gathered into them； that same shapeless darkness that swelled and dimmed the sunlight。 Between the arms of the Unmaker it was like an archway or a gate； though dim and without outline； and through it was neither pale sand nor ocean； but a long slope of darkness going down into the dark。
There the crushed； crawling figure went； and when it came into the darkness it seemed suddenly to rise up and move swiftly； and it was gone。
〃e； Lebannen；〃 said Ged； laying his right hand on the boy's arm； and they went forward into the dry land。
The Dry Land
The yew…wood staff in the mage's hand shone in the dull； lowering darkness with a silver gleam。 Another slight glimmering movement caught Arren's eye： a flicker of light along the blade of the sword he held naked in his band。 As the dragon's act and death had broken the binding spell； he had drawn his sword； there on the beach of Selidor。 And here； though he was no more than a shadow； he was a living shadow； and bore the shadow of his sword。
There was no other brightness anywhere。 It was like a late twilight under clouds at the end of November； a dour； chill； dull air in which one could see； but not clearly and not far。 Arren knew the place； the moors and barrens of his hopeless dreams； but it seemed to him that he was farther； immensely farther； than he had ever been in dream。 He could make out nothing distinctly； except that he and his panion stood on the slope of a hill； and before them was a low wall of stones； no higher than a man's knee。
Ged still kept his right hand on Arren's arm。 He moved forward now； and Arren went with him； they stepped over the wall of stones。
Formless； the long slope fell away before them； descending into the dark。
But overhead； where Arren had thought to see a heavy overcast of clouds； the sky was black； and there were stars。 He looked at them； and it seemed as if his heart shrank small and cold within him。 They were no stars that he had ever seen。 Unmoving they shone； unwinking。 They were those stars that do not rise or set； nor are they ever hidden by any cloud； nor does any sunrise dim them。 Still and small they shine on the dry land。
Ged set off walking down the far side of the hill of being； and pace by pace Arren went with him。 There was terror in him； and yet so resolved was his heart and so intent his will that the fear did not rule him； nor was he even very clearly aware of it。 It was only as if something deep within him grieved； like an animal shut up in a room and chained。
It seemed that they walked down that hill…slope for a long way； but perhaps it was a short way； for there was no passing of time there； where no wind blew and the stars did not move。 They came then into the streets of one of the cities that are there； and Arren saw the houses with windows that are never lit； and in certain doorways standing； with quiet faces and empty hands； the dead。
The marketplaces were all empty。 There was no buying and selling there； no gaining and spending。 Nothing was used； nothing was made。 Ged and Arren went through the narrow streets alone； though a few times they saw a figure at the turning of another way； distant and hardly to be seen in the gloom。 At sight of the first of these； Arren started and raised his sword to point； but Ged shook his head and went on。 Arren saw then that the figure was a woman who moved slowly； not fleeing from them。
All those whom they saw …not many； for the dead are many； but that land is large… stood still； or moved slowly and with no purpose。 None of them bore wounds； as ha