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The Tombs of Atuan (Earthsea Series #2)

The Tombs of Atuan (Earthsea Series #2)

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by Ursula K. Le Guin, Rebecca Guay (Illustrator)

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When Young Tenar is chosen as high priestess to the ancient and nameless Powers of the Earth, everything is taken away -- home, family, possessions, even her name. For she is now Arha, the Eaten One, guardian of the ominous Tombs of Atuan. While she is learning her way through the dark labyrinth, a young wizard, Ged, comes to steal the Tombs' greatest hidden treasure,


When Young Tenar is chosen as high priestess to the ancient and nameless Powers of the Earth, everything is taken away -- home, family, possessions, even her name. For she is now Arha, the Eaten One, guardian of the ominous Tombs of Atuan. While she is learning her way through the dark labyrinth, a young wizard, Ged, comes to steal the Tombs' greatest hidden treasure, the Ring of Erreth-Akbe. But Ged also brings with him the light of magic, and together, he and Tenar escape from the darkness that has become her domain.

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Saga Press
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Earthsea Series , #2
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4.18(w) x 7.00(h) x 0.70(d)
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12 - 17 Years

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Chapter One: The Eaten One

One high horn shrilled and ceased. The silence that followed was shaken only by the sound of many footsteps keeping time with a drum struck softly at a slow heart-pace. Through cracks in the roof of the Hall of the Throne, gaps between columns where a whole section of masonry and tile had collapsed, unsteady sunlight shone aslant. It was an hour after sunrise. The air was still and cold. Dead leaves of weeds that had forced up between marble pavement-tiles were outlined with frost, and crackled, catching on the long black robes of the priestesses.

They came, four by four, down the vast hall between double rows of columns. The drum beat dully. No voice spoke, no eye watched. Torches carried by black-clad girls burned reddish in the shafts of sunlight, brighter in the dusk between. Outside, on the steps of the Hall of the Throne, the men stood, guards, trumpeters, drummers; within the great doors only women had come, dark-robed and hooded, walking slowly four by four towards the empty throne.

Two came, tall women looming in their black, one of them thin and rigid, the other heavy, swaying with the planting of her feet. Between these two walked a child of about six. She wore a straight white shift. Her head and arms and legs were bare, and she was barefoot. She looked extremely small. At the foot of the steps leading up to the throne, where the others now waited in dark rows, the two tall women halted. They pushed the child forward a little.

The throne on its high platform seemed to be curtained on each side with great webs of blackness dropping from the gloom of the roof; whether these were curtains, or only denser shadows, the eye couldnot make certain. The throne itself was black, with a dull glimmer of precious stones or gold on the arms and back, and it was huge. A man sitting in it would have been dwarfed; it was not of human dimensions. It was empty. Nothing sat in it but shadows.

Alone, the child climbed up four of the seven steps of red-veined marble. They were so broad and high that she had to get both feet onto one step before attempting the next. On the middle step, directly in front of the throne, stood a large, rough block of wood, hollowed out on top. The child knelt on both knees and fitted her head into the hollow, turning it a little sideways. She knelt there without moving.

A figure in a belted gown of white wool stepped suddenly out of the shadows at the right of the throne and strode down the steps to the child. His face was masked with white. He held a sword of polished steel five feet long. Without word or hesitation he swung the sword, held in both hands, up over the little girl's neck. The drum stopped beating.

As the blade swung to its highest point and poised, a figure in black darted out from the left side of the throne, leapt down the stairs, and stayed the sacrificer's arms with slenderer arms. The sharp edge of the sword glittered in mid-air. So they balanced for a moment, the white figure and the black, both faceless, dancer-like above the motionless child whose white neck was bared by the parting of her black hair.

In silence each leapt aside and up the stairs again, vanishing in the darkness behind the enormous throne. A priestess came forward and poured out a bowl of liquid on the steps beside the kneeling child. The stain looked black in the dimness of the hall.

The child got up and descended the four stairs laboriously. When she stood at the bottom, the two tall priestesses put on her a black robe and hood and mantle, and turned her around again to face the steps, the dark stain, the throne.

"O let the Nameless Ones behold the girl given to them, who is verily the one born ever nameless. Let them accept her life and the years of her life until her death, which is also theirs. Let them find her acceptable. Let her be eaten!"

Other voices, shrill and harsh as trumpets, replied: "She is eaten! She is eaten!"

The little girl stood looking from under her black cowl up at the throne. The jewels inset in the huge clawed arms and the back were glazed with dust, and on the carven back were cobwebs and whitish stains of owl droppings. The three highest steps directly before the throne, above the step on which she had knelt, had never been climbed by mortal feet. They were so thick with dust that they looked like one slant of gray soil, the planes of the red-veined marble wholly hidden by the unstirred, untrodden siftings of how many years, how many centuries.

"She is eaten! She is eaten!"

Now the drum, abrupt, began to sound again, beating a quicker pace.

Silent and shuffling, the procession formed and moved away from the throne, eastward towards the bright, distant square of the doorway. On either side, the thin double columns, like the calves of immense pale legs, went up to the dusk under the ceiling. Among the priestesses, and now all in black like them, the child walked, her small bare feet treading solemnly over the frozen weeds, the icy stones. When sunlight slanting through the ruined roof flashed across her way, she did not look up.

Guards held the great doors wide. The black procession came out into the thin, cold light and wind of early morning. The sun dazzled, swimming above the eastern vastness. Westward, the mountains caught its yellow light, as did the façade of the Hall of the Throne. The other buildings, lower on the hill, still lay in purplish shadow, except for the Temple of the God-Brothers across the way on a little knoll: its roof, newly gilt, flashed the day back in glory. The black line of the priestesses, four by four, wound down the Hill of the Tombs, and as they went they began softly to chant. The tune was on three notes only, and the word that was repeated over and over was a word so old it had lost its meaning, like a signpost still standing when the road is gone. Over and over they chanted the empty word. All that day of the Remaking of the Priestess was filled with the low chanting of women's voices, a dry unceasing drone.

The little girl was taken from room to room, from temple to temple. In one place salt was placed upon her tongue; in another she knelt facing west while her hair was cut short and washed with oil and scented vinegar; in another she lay face down on a slab of black marble behind an altar while shrill voices sang a lament for the dead. Neither she nor any of the priestesses ate food or drank water all that day. As the evening star set, the little girl was put to bed, naked between sheepskin rugs, in a room she had never slept in before. It was in a house that had been locked for years, unlocked only that day. The room was higher than it was long, and had no windows. There was a dead smell in its, still and stale. The silent women left her there in the dark.

She held still, lying just as they had put her. Her eyes were wide open. She lay so for a long time.

She saw light shake on the high wall. Someone came quietly along the corridor, shielding a rushlight so it showed no more light than a firefly. A husky whisper: "Ho, are you there, Tenar?"

The child did not reply.

A head poked in the doorway, a strange head, hairless as a peeled potato, and of the same yellowish color. The eyes were like potato-eyes, brown and tiny. The nose was dwarfed by great, flat slabs of cheek, and the mouth was a lipless slit. The child stared unmoving at this face. Her eyes were large, dark, fixed.

"Ho, Tenar, my little honeycomb, there you are!" The voice was husky, high as a woman's voice but not a woman's voice. "I shouldn't be here, I belong outside the door, on the porch, that's where I go. But I had to see how my little Tenar is, after all the long day of it, eh, how's my poor little honeycomb?"

He moved towards her, noiseless and burly, and put out his hand as if to smooth back her hair.

"I am not Tenar any more," the child said, staring up at him. His hand stopped; he did not touch her.

"No," he said, after a moment, whispering. "I know. I know. Now you're the little Eaten One. But I?"

She said nothing.

"It was a hard day for a little one," the man said, shuffling the tiny light flickering in his big yellow hand.

"You should not be in this house, Manan."

"No. No. I know. I shouldn't be in this House. Well, good night, little one? Good night."

The child said nothing. Manan slowly turned around and went away. The glimmer died from the high cell walls. The little girl, who had no name any more but Ahra, the Eaten One, lay on her back looking steadily at the dark.

Copyright © 2004 by Ursula K. Le Guin

Meet the Author

Ursula K. Le Guin has published twenty-one novels, eleven volumes of short stories, four collections of essays, twelve books for children, six volumes of poetry, and four of translation, and has received the Hugo, Nebula, Endeavor, Locus, Tiptree, Sturgeon, PEN-Malamud, and National Book Award and the Pushcart and Janet Heidinger Kafka prizes, among others.

In recent years she has received lifetime achievement awards from World Fantasy Awards, Los Angeles Times, Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association, and Willamette Writers, as well as the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America Grand Master Award and the Library of Congress Living Legends award. Le Guin was the recipient of the Association for Library Service to Children’s May Hill Arbuthnot Honor Lecture Award and the Margaret Edwards Award.

Her recent publications include the novel Lavinia, Words Are My Matter, an essay collection, and Finding My Elegy, New and Selected Poems. She lives in Portland, Oregon, and her website is UrsulaKLeGuin.com.

Brief Biography

Portland, Oregon
Date of Birth:
October 21, 1929
Place of Birth:
Berkeley, California
B.A., Radcliffe College; M.A., Columbia University, 1952

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The Tombs of Atuan (Earthsea Series #2) 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 54 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a tale about a young girl named Tenar and her survival in the bleak and surturnine world of the Tombs of Atuan. However, the experinced mage named SparrowHawk/Ged goes there to try to find a lost art and to free Tenar from the groping madness of the ANCIENT ONES. I think that this has a mysterious plot because you never really know what will happen next in this story. I found this extremely satisfying and i recommend this for people 13 and over. I give this book FIVE STARS OUT OF FIVE.
extreme-reader08 More than 1 year ago
Wow, I wasn't expecting a story like this. The beginning doesn't relate at all to the previous book. I was thinking of returning it because I wasn't familiar with any of the characters. But the first book was so good, that I just continued to plow through. It was an interesting read I have to say. Not what I expected at all, which is a good thing from a critic's point of view. But to my disappointment none of the characters from the first book, except for Ged himself, make any second appearances. I was especially disappointed that Ogion didn't make a second appearance, he and Estarriol are my absolute favorites. But if your looking for an interesting read, this is the book your looking for.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It's a beautiful love story and so much more. I read it before the Wizard of Earthsea and I think it made it even better.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It starts off a little slow, but gets better when Ged comes into the story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this book could be for 13 and up. There is some material in this book that is just a little bit violent for children such as animal and human sacrifices unfortunately. Not the best book.
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This sequel to The Wizard of Earthsea took a while to get going. The first half or so almost feels like a summary of the main character's life up to the main portion of the story. The character, herself, is a little difficult to like until very near the end. Still, this second Earthsea book is just as beautifully written as the first. It feels less like a sequel and more like a seperate story in the same world with an appearence by the previous book's main character. You'll want to have read the first book before picking up this one, but you don't need to read then back-to-back like you do with a traditional fantasy series. Beautiful, just not quite as good as the first.
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K_Dawn More than 1 year ago
While this is part of the Earthsea series, it is not as good as the rest of Earthsea and does not really have the same feel. I still enjoyed it as a short and fun beach read.
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eagleck More than 1 year ago
This is an excellent book. It's 4 stars just because not every book is going to be Lord of the Rings. I think this book would mean much more to girls coming into adulthood, but every fan of fantasy should read this entire trilogy.
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A rare early Le Guin book written entirely from a female point of view, this second installment of the Earthsea Cycle introduces a very different civilization. Tenar is a young priestess who was chosen from birth to serve the Nameless Ones. Ged comes looking for the ring of Erreth-Akbe and is captured by Tenar in the labyrinth; they must learn to trust each other and eventually he takes her away with him and gives her a new life in the Archipelago. Reading this for the first time as a teenage girl (and many times since) it was easy to identify with her confusion and loss of her own identity. There's a very subtle love affair between the two of them that can't become more as he is a celibate mage; she is much yoiunger but they meet as equals and develop trust in each other.