This is an excerpt from Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin.
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he grew wild, a thriving We'd a tall, quick boy, loud and proud and full of temper with the few other Children of the village. He herded goats on the steep meadows above the river springs on when he was strong enough to push and pull the long bellows sleeves. His father made him work as a Smith's boy at a high cost in blows and whippings. There was not much work to be got out of dummy. He was always often away, roaming deep in the forest. Swimming in the pools of the river are that, like all gone, Tish Rivers ran very quick and cold or climbing by cliff and scarf to the heights above the forest from which he could see the sea. That broad northern ocean where past Parag are no islands are a sister of his dead mother, lived in the village. She had done what was needful for him as a baby, but she had business of her own on. Once he could look after himself. It all. She paid no more heed to him. But one day when the boy was seven years old, unthought on knowing nothing of the arts of powers that are in the world. He heard his aunt crying out words to a goat, which had jumped up on the thatch of a hut and would not come down. But it came jumping when she cried a certain rhyme to it. Next day, herding the long haired goats of the meadows of high fall, Dunny shouted at them the words he had heard, not knowing their use or meaning or what kind of words they were north via milkman. He'll con marathon! He yelled. The rhyme allowed on. The goats came to him. They came very quickly, all of them together, not making any sound. They looked at him out of the dark slot in their yellow eyes. Donnie laughed and shouted it out again, the rhyme that gave him power over the goats. They came closer, crowding and pushing around him all at once. He felt afraid of their thick, rigid horns and their strange eyes and their strange silence. He tried to get free of them and to run away. The goats ran with him, keeping in a knot around him, and so they came charging down into the village. At last, all the goats going huddled together as if a rope were pulled tight around them. On the boy in the midst of them, weeping and bellowing, Villagers ran from their houses to swear at the goats and laugh of the boy. Among them came. The boys aren't who did not laugh, she said a word to the goats, and the beasts began to bleat and browse and wonder, Freed from the spell. Come with me, she said to Donnie.