Chapter 16 Section five

About noon he sent a young sailor to the aft cabin, and invited the princess to meet the king on the foredeck.She was there immediately, and because the boat was fifty feet long, he could watch her coming: not far, but perhaps far to her.What approached him was not a headless and faceless red column, but a tall young woman, wearing soft white trousers, a dark red gown, a gold ring on her head, and a transparent red gauze covering her head and face. The veil flutters in the sea breeze.The young sailor led her around obstacles, up and down the crowded, cramped, narrow deck.She walked slowly and proudly, her feet bare.Every eye on the ship was on her.

She reached the foredeck and stood still. Lebannin bowed. "Princess, it is our great honor that you are willing to come." She saluted with a low body and a straight back, and said, "Thank you." "You didn't feel sick last night, did you?" She put her hand on the talisman tied around her neck with a rope, a small bone tied with a black thread, and showed him: "Karez, Akas, Akashava, Erevi ’” He knew that Achas meant sorcerer or witchcraft in the Kargic language. Sights everywhere, on the hatches, on the ropes, like fortune tellers, like drillers. "Come forward, if you will. We may see Roke soon." In fact, there would be no sign of Roke until tomorrow morning.He held her elbow with one hand and led her up the steep deck to the bow cabin.The winch, girder, and railing form a small triangle, and the sailor who repaired the rope quickly slipped away. The two finally had their own private space. Although they were still exposed to the public, they could at least turn their backs on everything. This was the best the royal family could hope for. Maximum privacy.

Having found this little refuge, the princess turned to him, lifting the tulle in front of her.He had meant to ask what he could do for her, but the question now seemed useless and irrelevant.He said nothing. "My lord," said the princess, "in Hurhu I am Fijakar, and in Roke I will be the daughter of the King of Karg. To be so, I am not Fijakar, and I am barefaced, if it pleases you." After a moment, Lebannin said: "Yes. Yes, princess, it is very good to do this ... it is very good to do so." "Satisfactory to you?" "Very satisfied. Yes, I thank you, Princess."

"Balezu." The princess honorably accepted his thanks, and his noble temperament embarrassed him.She was flushed when she lifted her veil, and now she was pale, but she stood straight and calm, gathering all her strength to speak. "And," she said, "and, my friend Tenar." "Our friend Tenar," he said with a smile. "Our friend Tenar. She said I would tell King Lepinan about Fudunan." Retelling by Lebannin. "Once upon a time... Kargs, Warlocks, Dragons, eh? Get it?... One for all, one for all... One for... Oh! Uro, McCareff!" "A language?"

"Hmm! Yes! A language!" She wanted to speak the He language eagerly, and said what she hoped to let him know, so she got rid of the original discomfort, and her face and eyes sparkled. "But the dragons said: let go, let go of everything, fly! But our clan, we said: no, stay, keep everything, live! So we separated, eh? Dragons and our clan? So they both Nan. Let these go... these stay. Understand? But to keep all, we have to let go of language. Dragon language." "Old language?" "Yes! So our clan, we let go of the ancient language and keep everything. But the dragon clan let go of everything, but keep, keep the language. Huh? Seneha? This is Fudunan." The beautiful and slender big hands vividly gestured , staring at his expression, eagerly expecting him to understand. "We go east, east, east. Dragons go west, west. We live, they fly. Some dragons come east with us, but don't keep the language, forget, forget to fly. Like the Kargs. The Kargs Speaks Karg, not Draconic. All follow Fudunam, East, West. Seneha? But in..."

She didn't know how to express it, so she folded her hands signaling "East" and "West".Lebanin said: "In the middle?" "Ha, yes! In the middle!" The princess laughed happily when she found the word. "In the middle...you! Warlocks! Huh? You, the middle, speak Hittite but also, also, keep speaking Primordial. You learn. Like me to learn Hittite, eh? Learn to speak. Then, then... It's bad. Bad. Then you say, in that sorcerer's language, in that ancient language, you say: We shall not die. And that's it. Fudunam breaks." Her eyes were like blue flames.

After a while, she asked, "Seneha?" "I'm not sure I don't understand." "You keep life. You keep it. Too long. You don't let it go. But death..." She swung her hands wide apart, as if throwing something into the air and across the sea. He shook his head regretfully. "Ah." She thought for a moment, but couldn't continue, she waved her hands down gracefully in frustration, showing that she gave up. "I have to learn more words." "Princess, master of form and meaning of Roke, master of heart and forest..." He looked for an expression of understanding on the princess's face, and spoke again, "There is a man on Roke Island, a great mage, a Karg .You can tell him what you said to me...in your own words."

She listened intently, nodded, and said: "Iruian's friend. I will talk to this person in my heart." Thinking of this, her face lit up. This sentence moved Lebannin. "Princess, I am sorry that you are feeling lonely here." She looked at him, her eyes sharp and bright, but she didn't answer. "I hope that over time...you learn the language..." "I'm a quick learner," she said.He couldn't tell whether it was a statement or a prediction. The two looked directly at each other. She resumed her dignified manner, as formally as she had begun: "I thank you for listening, my lord." She nodded, covered her eyes with her hands in respect, bowed her knees again, and murmured in Karg Say a certain sentence of greetings.

"Please," said Lebannin, "tell me what you just said." She paused, hesitated, pondered, and replied: "Your... yours, ah... Xiao Wang?... Son! Son, your son, let them be the king of dragons and dragons. Huh?" She smiled brightly, Let the veil fall in front of you again, take four steps back, turn and leave, and walk lightly and steadily to the other side of the boat.Lebannin stood still, as if the lightning of last night had finally struck him.