True name

It is.

And she does it through a single profound rule, the concept of true names.

In the archipelago of Earthsea, every single thing.

Literally everything.

And it was about this time, more than half through the trial month, that the clergyman took Spinrobin, now become far more than merely secretary, into his fuller confidence.

In a series of singular conversations, which the bewildered little fellow has reported to the best of his ability, he explained to him something of the science of true names.

And to prove it, he made two singular experiments.

First, he uttered the true name of Mrs. Maul.

Some chance rhythm of his intoning voice he had hit upon the exact pitch, quality, and accent which constituted the note of more than one member of the congregation before him.

Those particular individuals, without being aware of the fact, had at once responded automatically and inevitably.

For a second he had heard, he knew, their true names.

He had unwittingly called them.