Tales from Earthsea

Studio Ghibli, Nippon Television Network,

Dentsu, Hakuhodo DYMP.

Buena Vista Home Entertainment,

Mitsubishi and Toho PRESEN

Only in silence the word,

only in dark the light,

only in dying life:

bright the hawk's flight

on the empty sky.

- The Creation of a

Ease the sail!

It's blowing too hard!

Curse it! A storm this time of year?

Where's my Weatherworker?

What are you waiting for?

Calm the waves before we sink!

What's wrong?

Captain... I can't remember them.

I can't remember the True Names

of wind and waves.

What? Are you mad?

Captain!

There's something above the clouds!

Where?

What is that?

A dragon!

What is it doing here?

There's another one!

Dragons fighting? That's impossible!

More than 2, 000 sheep

have taken the fever in Enlad alone.

Half of them have died.

Seven hundred cattle

have been infected.

We've lost 50 head so far.

In fact, a baby on Taon

has also come down with the fever.

Silence!

If we panic,

what will become of the People?

Seal off the affected areas.

Send every healer

in the kingdom to find a cure.

Send provisions

to those who need them.

Wizard Root!

Find out what's behind this.

Your Majesty.

And the drought

in the provinces?

We sent Weatherworkers

but the results were disappointing.

Soon it may be too late

for the spring planting.

Why have these misfortunes

befallen us, Root?

I sense the Light dimming,

Your Majesty.

The Light?

The Light of the Balance

that sustains the world.

Your Majesty!

What now?

Terrible news!

Dragons have been sighted

off the coast!

- Dragons?

- Two, Majesty. One was killed.

Dragons here, in the East?

Can this really be true?

Long ago, dragons

and men were one.

But men who coveted possessions

chose the land and the sea.

Dragons who wanted freedom,

chose wind and fire.

Since then, dragons and men

remained apart.

To hear that dragons have been seen,

and were even fighting...

The twilight that threatens

us is ever deepening.

Bring the captain to me.

I would hear more of this.

Root, I want you there too.

Please... Your Majesty!

- We'll get in trouble!

- I have to!

- What is it?

- Have you seen Prince Arren?

He's been gone since last night.

Prince Arren? Gone?

That's enough.

His Majesty is occupied.

Surely you can see that.

Forgive me.

It's just... he seems so sad lately.

We were worried.

That's absurd!

Arren is 17, not a child.

Forgive this disturbance, Your Majesty.

Your people are more important.

- Very well, then.

- Your Majesty.

I must tend

to my correspondence.

We await your command, sire.

I'm imagining things.

Arren!

So you are my death...

Are you hurt?

Steady there, lad!

Is this what you seek?

This is dangerous country

for travelers.

You were lucky this time.

You must be hungry.

It's not much,

but you're welcome to it.

What is your name, lad?

My name is Arren.

Arren, is it?

It means sword, doesn't it?

So you hail from Enlad.

How did you know?

That blade

was forged with magic.

I doubt you could unsheathe it.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Arren?

If you have nowhere to go,

why not come with me?

I doubt our meeting here

was an accident.

And I'd welcome

a companion on the road.

Arren! Are you coming?

What should I call you?

Call me Sparrowhawk.

Another abandoned farm.

Farmers leaving their land...

There's more to this

than poor harvests.

Come, Arren.

We'd better push on.

Lord Sparrowhawk?

Sparrowhawk will do.

What is it?

Sparrowhawk?

Where are we heading?

First. we go to the next town.

But after that...

...even I don't know.

- Getting tired?

- No.

Come along.

We're almost there.

There it is.

Hort Town.

Are they prisoners?

They are slaves.

Here, people are goods

to buy and sell.

Trading in human lives!

Two guineas, gentlemen!

Do I hear two guineas?

I have two guineas!

Three! Sold to the gentleman

for three guineas!

No, sorry!

Couldn't possibly find room!

Gauzes from Sowl!

Silks from Lorbanery!

Furs and felts and woolens!

Is this a market day?

No. It's like this year round.

Silks and satins!

Canvass and fleecefells!

What can I show you?

This is Lorbanery's finest silk!

Fine as a mayfly's wing!

I don't have a wife.

I need a cloak for my friend.

Wizards! No girlfriend, eh?

- But I don't need a cloak.

- You can't go about like that.

You should hide

that thing on your belt.

What about this?

Fleece from Gont.

Highest quality.

Four warp strings.

This is Andradean work.

On Gont they use six or more.

You used to be a sorceress.

Why are you selling fakes?

People don't believe

in foolish tricks any more.

My goods are

not what I claim.

But at least they're real...

...not mere lies and air

like magic and sorcery!

Sparrowhawk!

Thank you!

What!

Unhand me!

Calm yourself, young master.

I have something for you.

It's the door to bliss.

What is it?

Hazia, my lord. Ha-zi-a.

Take one.

Leave sorrow and fear behind.

No more sorrow or fear...

You'll never be troubled

with the pain of this world again.

You needn't pay me.

It's my pleasure.

Arren.

What are you doing?

Is this your friend, my lord?

And what about you?

Don't wizards have troubles too?

I'm sorry. I have no use

for what you're selling.

Save us from the arrogance

of sorcerers!

I suppose you've lost

your powers too!

Hazia is not something

to toy with, Arren. Look!

The hazia eater feels

himself in paradise.

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