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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 carvings； brought out more clearly by the low angle of the light； or she would sit there and look up at the mountains westward； and down at the roofs and walls of the Place all laid out below； and watch the first stirrings of activity around the Big House and the guards' barracks； and the flocks of sheep and goats going off to their sparse pastures by the river。 There was never anything to do among the Stones。 She went only because it was permitted her to go there； because there she was alone。 It was a dreary place。 Even in the heat of noon in the desert summer there was a coldness about it。 Sometimes the wind whistled a little between the two stones that stood closest together； leaning together as if telling secrets。 But no secret was told。
From the Tomb Wall another； lower rock wall ran； making a long irregular semicircle about the Hill of the Place and then trailing off northward towards the river。 It did not so much protect the Place； as cut it in two： on one side the temples and houses of the priestesses and wardens； on the other the quarters of the guards and of the slaves who farmed and herded and foraged for the Place。 None of these ever crossed the wall； except that on certain very holy festivals the guards； and their drummers and players of the horn； would attend the procession of the priestesses； but they did not enter the portals of the temples。 No other men set foot upon the inner ground of the Place。 There had once been pilgrimages； kings and chieftains ing from the Four Lands to worship there； the first God…king； a century and a half ago； had e to enact the rites of his own temple。 Yet even he could not enter among the Tombstones； even he had had to eat and sleep outside the wall around the Place。
One could climb that wall easily enough； fitting toes into crevices。 The Eaten One and a girl called Penthe were sitting up on the wall one afternoon in late spring。
They were both twelve years old。 They were supposed to be in the weaving room of the Big House； a huge stone attic； they were supposed to be at the great looms always warped with dull black wool； weaving black cloth for robes。 They had slipped outside for a drink at the well in the courtyard； and then Arha had said； 〃e on！〃 and had led the other girl down the hill； around out of sight of the Big House； to the wall。 Now they sat on top of it； ten feet up； their bare legs dangling down on the outside； looking over the flat plains that went on and on to the east and north。
〃I'd like to see the sea；〃 said Penthe。
〃What for？〃 said Arha； chewing a bitter stem of milkweed she had picked from the wall。 The barren land was just past its flowering。 All the small desert blossoms； yellow and rose and white； low…growing and quick…flowering； were going to seed； scattering tiny plumes and parasols of ash white on the wind； dropping their hooked； ingenious burrs。 The ground under the apple trees of the orchard was a drift of bruised white and pink。 The branches were green； the only green trees within miles of the Place。 Everything else； from horizon to horizon； was a dull； tawny； desert color； except that the mountains had a silvery bluish tinge from the first buds of the flowering sage。
〃Oh； I don't know what for。 I'd just like to see something different。 It's always the same here。 Nothing happens。〃
〃All that happens everywhere； begins here；〃 said Arha。
〃Oh； I know。。。 But I'd like to see some of it happening！〃
Penthe smiled。 She was a soft； fortable…looking girl。 She scratched the soles of her bare feet on the sunwarmed rocks； and after a while went on； 〃You know； I used to live by the sea when I was little。 Our village was right behind the dunes； and we used to go down and play on the beach sometimes。 Once I remember we saw a fleet of ships going by； way out at sea。 The ships looked like dragons with red wings。 Some of them had real necks； with dragon heads。 They came sailing by Atuan； but they weren't Kargish ships。 They came from the west； from the Inner Lands； the headman said。 Everybody came down to watch them。 I think they w