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wall, and I said, 'Come with me, Mevre!' But she said, 'That's not my name, Hara,
that's not my name any more.' And she let go my hands, though I tried to hold her. She
cried, 'Set me free, Hara!' But she was going down into the dark. It was all dark down
that hillside below the wall. I called her name and her use-name and all the dear names
I had had for her, but she went on away. So then I woke."
Sparrowhawk gazed long and keenly at his visitor. "You gave me your name, Hara,"
he said.

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Alder looked a little stunned, and took a couple of long breaths, but he looked up with
desolate courage. "Who could I better trust it with?" he said.
Sparrowhawk thanked him gravely. "I will try to deserve your trust," he said. "Tell me,
do you know what that place is—that wall?"
"I did not know it then. Now I know you have crossed it."
"Yes. I've been on that hill. And crossed the wall, by the power and art I used to have.
And I've gone down to the cities of the dead, and spoken to men I had known living,
and sometimes they answered me. But Hara, you are the first man I ever knew or heard
of, among all the great mages in the lore of Roke or Paln or the Enlades, who ever
touched, ho ever kissed his love across that wall."
Alder sat with his head bowed and his hands clenched.
"Will you tell me: what was her touch like? Were her hands warm? Was she cold air
and shadow, or like a living woman? Forgive my questions."
"I wish I could answer them, my lord. On Roke the summoner asked the same. But I
can't answer truly. My longing for her was so great, I wished so much—it could be I
wished her to be as she was in life. But I don't know. In dream not all things are clear."
"In dream, no. But I never heard of any man coming to the wall in dream. It is a place
a wizard may seek to come to, if he must, if he's learned the way and has the power.
But without the knowledge and the power, only the dying can—"
And then he broke off, remembering his dream of the night before.
"I took it for a dream," Alder said. "It troubled me, but I cherished it. It was like a
harrow on my heart's ground to think of it, and yet I held to that pain, held it close to
me. I wanted it. I hoped to dream again."
"Did you?"
"Yes. I dreamed again."
He looked unseeing into the blue gulf of air and ocean west of where they sat. Low and
faint across the tranquil sea lay the sunlit hills of Kameber. Behind them the sun was
breaking bright over the mountains northern shoulder.
"It was nine days after the first dream. I was in that same place, but high up on the hill.
I saw the wall below me across the slope. And I ran down the hill, calling out her
name, sure of seeing her. There was someone there. But when I came close, I saw it
wasn't Lily. It was a man, and he was stooping at the wall, as if he was repairing it. I
said to him, 'Where is she, where is Lily?' He didn't answer or look up. I saw what he
was doing. He wasn't working to mend the wall but to unbuild it, prying with his
fingers at a great stone. The stone never moved, and he said, 'Help me, Hara!' Then I
saw that it was my teacher, Gannet, who named me. He has been dead these five years.
He kept prying and straining at the stone with his fingers, and said my name
again—'Help me, set me free.' And he stood up and reached out to me across the wall,
as she had done, and caught my hand. But his hand burned, with fire or with cold, I