The Other Wind (Earthsea Cycle, #6)

by Ursula K. Le Guin

It seemed to him that if he wanted to know the man’s true name he would know it only by thinking, by putting his mind to it, as he might have done when he was a mage. But he did not know it, and thinking would not give it to him, and he was not a mage.

There was a place he took me to, in among the roots of a huge tree, all soft with the fallen leaves of the tree, and he told me I could lie there. And

do not understand it. All I know is that it is changing. It is all changing.” There was no fear in his voice, only fierce exultation.