Books In English "City Of Illusions" Ursula K. Le Guin | Page 110

ninth moonphase—I was still First Level. The Levels…Well, our
civilization, at home, it's different from anything here, I guess. Now that I
see it by the light of what the Lords here try to do, and democratic ideals, I
realize it's very backward in some ways. But anyhow, there are the Levels,
that cut across all the Orders and ranks, and make up the Basic Harmony
of—prechnoye…I don't know how to say it in Galaktika. Knowledge, I
guess. Anyway I was on the First Level, being a child, and you were
Eighth Level and Order. And each Level has—things you don't learn, and
things you aren't told, and can't be told or understand, until you enter into
it. And below the Seventh Level, I think, you don't learn the True Name of
the World or the True Name of the Sun—they're just the world, Werel, and
the sun, prahan. The True Names are the old ones—they're in the Eighth
Analect of the Books of Alterra, the books of the Colony. They're in
Galaktika, so that they'd mean something to the Lords here. But I couldn't
tell them, because I didn't know; all I know is'sun' and 'world,' and that
wouldn't get me home—nor you, if you can't remember what you knew!
Which sun? Which world? Oh, you've got to let them give you your
memory back, prech Ramarren! Do you see?"
"As through a glass," Falk said, "darkly."
And with the words from the Yaweh Canon he remembered all at
once, certain and vivid amidst his bewilderment, the sun shining above the
Clearing, bright on the windy, branch-embowered balconies of the Forest
House. Then it was not his name he had come here to learn, but the sun's,
the true name of the sun.

VIII
THE STRANGE UNSEEN Council of the Lords of Earth was over. In
parting Abundibot had said to Falk, "The choice is yours: to remain Falk,
our guest on Earth, or to regain your heritage and complete your destiny as
Agad Ramarren of Werel. We wish that your choice be made knowingly
and in your own time. We await your decision and will abide by it." Then
to Orry: "Make your kinsman free of the City, Har Orry, and let all he and
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