sabriel (the abhorsen trilogy)_加斯·尼克斯-第9部分

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鈥渟araneth。鈥潯�the　deepest；　lowest　bell。　the　sound　of　strength。　saraneth　was　the　binder；　the　bell　that　shackled　the　dead　to　the　wielder鈥檚　will。

and　last；　the　largest　bell；　the　one　sabriel鈥檚　cold　fingers　found　colder　still；　even　in　the　leather　case　that　kept　it　silent。

鈥渁starael；　the　sorrowful；鈥潯�whispered　sabriel。

astarael　was　the　banisher；　the　final　bell。　properly　rung；　it　cast　everyone　who　heard　it　far　into　death。　everyone；　including　the　ringer。

sabriel鈥檚　hand　hovered；　touched　on　ranna；　and　then　settled　on　saraneth。　carefully；　she　undid　the　strap　and　withdrew　the　bell。　its　clapper；　freed　of　the　mask；　rang　slightly；　like　the　growl　of　a　waking　bear。

sabriel　stilled　it；　holding　the　clapper　with　her　palm　inside　the　bell；　ignoring　the　handle。　with　her　right　hand；　she　drew　her　sword　and　raised　it　to　the　guard　position。　charter　marks　along　the　blade　caught　the　moonlight　and　flickered　into　life。　sabriel　watched　them　for　a　moment；　as　portents　could　sometimes　be　seen　in　such　things。

strange　marks　raced　across　the　blade；　before　transmuting　into　the　more　usual　inscription；　one　that　sabriel　knew　well。　she　bowed　her　head；　and　prepared　to　enter　into　death。

unseen　by　sabriel；　the　inscription　began　again；　but　parts　of　it　were　not　the　same。　鈥渋　was　made　for　abhorsen；　to　slay　those　already　dead；鈥潯�was　what　it　usually　said。　now　it　continued；　鈥渢he　clayr　saw　me；　the　wallmaker　made　me；　the　king　quenched　me；　abhorsen　wields　me。鈥�

sabriel；　eyes　closed　now；　felt　the　boundary　　between　life　and　death　appear。　on　her　back；　she　felt　the　wind；　now　curiously　warm；　and　the　moonlight；　bright　and　hot　like　sunshine。　on　her　face；　she　felt　the　ultimate　cold　and；　opening　her　eyes；　saw　the　grey　light　of　death。

with　an　effort　of　will；　her　spirit　stepped　through；　sword　and　bell　prepared。　inside　the　diamond　her　body　stiffened；　and　fog　blew　up　in　eddies　around　her　feet；　twining　up　her　legs。　frost　rimed　her　face　and　hands　and　the　charter　marks　flared　at　each　apex　of　the　diamond。　three　steadied　again；　but　the　north　mark　blazed　brighter　still鈥攁nd　went　out。

the　river　ran　swiftly；　but　sabriel　set　her　feet　against　the　current　and　ignored　both　it　and　the　cold；　concentrating　on　looking　around；　alert　for　a　trap　or　ambush。　it　was　quiet　at　this　particular　entry　point　to　death。　she　could　hear　the　water　tumbling　through　the　second　gate；　but　nothing　else。　no　splashing；　or　gurgling；　or　strange　mewlings。

no　dark；　formless　shapes　or　grim　silhouettes；　shadowy　in　this　grey　light。

carefully　holding　her　position；　sabriel　looked　all　around　her　again；　before　sheathing　her　sword　and　reaching　into　one　of　the　thigh　pockets　in　her　woollen　knickerbockers。　the　bell；　saraneth；　　　stayed　ready　in　her　left　hand。　with　her　right；　she　drew　out　a　paper　boat　and；　still　one…handed；　opened　it　out　to　its　proper　shape。　beautifully　white；　almost　luminous　in　this　light；　it　had　one　small；　perfectly　round　stain　at　its　bow；　where　sabriel　had　carefully　blotted　a　drop　of　blood　from　her　finger。

sabriel　laid　it　flat　on　her　hand；　lifted　it　to　her　lips；　and　blew　on　it　as　if　she　were　launching　a　feather。　like　a　glider；　it　flew　from　her　hand　into　the　river。　sabriel　held　that　launching　breath　as　the　boat　was　almost　swamped；　only　to　breathe　in　with　relief　as　it　breasted　a　ripple；　righted　itself　and　surged　away　with　the　current。　in　a　few　seconds　it　was　out　of　sight；　heading　for　the　second　gate。

it　was　the　second　time　in　her　life　that　sabriel　had　launched　just　such　a　paper　boat。　her　father　had　shown　her　how　to　make　them；　but　had　impressed　on　her　to　use　them　sparingly。　no　more　than　thrice　every　seven　years；　he　had　said；　or　a　price　would　have　to　be　paid；　a　price　much　greater　than　a　drop　of　blood。

as　events　should　follow　as　they　had　the　first　time；　sabriel　knew　what　to　expect。　still；　when　the　noise　of　the　second　gate　stilled　for　a　moment　some　ten　or　twenty；　or　forty；　minutes　later鈥攖ime　being　slippery　in　death鈥攕he　drew　her　sword　and　saraneth　hung　down　in　her　hand；　its　clapper　free；　waiting　to　be　heard。　the　gate　had　stilled　because　someone　。　。　。　something　。　。　。　was　ing　back　from　the　deeper　realms　of　death。

sabriel　hoped　it　was　the　one　she　had　invited　with　the　paper　boat。





chapter　vi

灏彙ｈ�淬�倀/x/t澶�。鍫�
charter　magic　on　cloven　crest。

it　was　like　a　scent　on　the　wind　to　the　thing　that　lurked　in　the　caves　below　the　hill；　some　mile　or　more　to　the　west　of　the　broken　charter　stone。

it　had　been　human　once；　or　human…like　at　least；　in　the　years　it　had　lived　under　the　sun。

that　humanity　had　been　lost　in　the　centuries　the　thing　spent　in　the　chill　waters　of　death；　ferociously　holding　its　own　against　the　current；　demonstrating　an　incredible　will　to　live　again。　a　will　it　didn鈥檛　know　it　possessed　before　a　badly　cast　hunting　spear　bounced　from　a　rock　and　clipped　its　throat；　just　enough　for　a　last　few　minutes　of　frantic　life。

by　sheer　effort　of　will；　it　had　held　itself　on　the　life　side　of　the　fourth　gate　for　three　hundred　years；　growing　in　power；　learning　the　ways　of　death。　it　preyed　on　lesser　spirits；　and　served　or　avoided　greater　ones。　always；　the　thing　held　on　to　life。　its　chance　finally　came　when　a　mighty　spirit　erupted　from　beyond　the　seventh　gate；　smashing　through　each　of　the　upper　gates　in　turn；　till　it　went　ravening　into　life。　hundreds　of　the　dead　had　followed；　and　this　particular　spirit　had　joined　the　throng。　there　had　been　terrible　confusion　and　a　mighty　enemy　at　the　very　border　between　life　and　death；　but；　in　the　melee；　it　had　managed　to　sneak　around　the　edges　and　squirm　triumphantly　into　life。

there　were　plenty　of　recently　vacated　bodies　where　it　emerged；　so　the　thing　occupied　one；　animated　it　and　ran　away。　soon　after；　it　found　the　caves　it　now　inhabited。　it　even　decided　to　give　itself　a　name。　thralk。　a　simple　name；　not　too　difficult　for　a　partially　deposed　mouth　to　voice。　a　male　name。　thralk　could　not　remember　what　its　original　sex　had　been；　those　centuries　before；　but　its　new　body　was　male。

it　was　a　name　to　instill　fear　in　the　few　small　settlements　that　still　existed　in　this　area　of　the　borderlands；　settlements　thralk　preyed　upon；　capturing　and　consuming　the　human　life　he　　needed　to　keep　himself　on　the　living　side　of　death。

charter　magic　flared　on　cloven　crest　again；　and　thralk　sensed　that　it　was　strong　and　pure鈥敗�but　weakly　cast。　the　strength　of　the　magic　scared　him；　but　the　lack　of　skill　behind　it　was　reassuring　and　strong　magic　meant　a　strong　life。　thralk　needed　that　life；　needed　it　to　shore　up　the　body　he　used；　needed　it　to　replenish　the　leakage　of　his　spirit　back　into　death。　greed　won　over　fear。　the　dead　thing　left　the　mouth　of　the　cave　and　started　climbing　the　hill；　his　lidless；　rotting　eyes　fixed　on　the　distant　crest。

sabriel　saw　her　guide；　first　as　a　tall；　pale　light　drifting　over　the　swirling　water　towards　her；　and　then；　as　it　stopped　several　yards　away；　as　a　blurred；　glowing；　human　shape；　its　arms　outstretched　in　wele。

鈥渟abriel。鈥�

the　words　were　fuzzy　and　seemed　to　e　from　much　farther　away　than　where　the　shining　figure　stood；　but　sabriel　smiled　as　she　felt　the　warmth　in　the　greeting。　abhorsen　had　never　explained　who　or　what　this　luminous　person　　was；　but　sabriel　thought　she　knew。　she鈥檇　summoned　this　advisor　only　once　before鈥攚hen　she鈥檇　first　menstruated。

there　was　minimal　sex　education　at　wyverley　college鈥攏one　at　all　till　you　were　fifteen。　the　older　girls鈥櫋�stories　about　menstruation　were　many；　varied　and　often　meant　to　scare。　none　of　sabriel鈥檚　friends　had　reached　puberty　before　her；　so　in　fear　and　desperation　she　had　entered　death。　her　father　had　told　her　that　the　one　the　paper　boat　summoned　would　answer　any　question　and　would　protect　her鈥攁nd　so　it　had。　the　glowing　spirit　answered　all　her　questions　and　many　more　besides；　till　sabriel　was　forced　to　return　to　life。

鈥渉ello；　mother；鈥潯�said　sabriel；　sheathing　her　sword　and　carefully　muffling　saraneth　with　her　fingers　inside　the　bell。

the　shining　shape　didn鈥檛　answer；　but　that　wasn鈥檛　unexpected。　apart　from　her　one…word　greeting；　she　could　only　answer　questions。

sabriel　wasn鈥檛　really　sure　if　the　manifestation　was　the　very　unusual　dead　spirit　of　her　mother；　which　was　unlikely；　or　some　residual　protective　magic　left　by　her。

鈥渋　don鈥檛　have　much　time；鈥潯�sabriel　continued。

鈥渋鈥檇　love　to　ask　about　。　。　。　oh；　everything；　i　guess　。　。　。　but　at　the　moment；　i　need　to　know　how　to　get　to　father鈥檚　house　from　cloven　crest　。　。　。　i　mean　barhedrin　ridge。鈥�

the　sending　nodded；　and　spoke。　as　sabriel　listened；　she　also　saw　pictures　in　her　head　of　what　the　woman　was　describing；　vivid　images；　like　memories　of　a　journey　she鈥檇　taken　herself。

鈥済o　to　the　northern　side　of　the　ridge。　follow　the　spur　that　begins　there　down　till　it　reaches　the　valley　floor。　look　at　the　sky　。　。　。　there　won鈥檛　be　any　cloud。　look　to　the　bright　red　star；　uallus；　near　the　horizon；　three　fingers　east　of　north。

follow　that　star　till　you　e　to　a　road　that　runs　from　south…west　to　north…east。　take　that　road　for　a　mile　to　the　north…east；　till　you　reach　a　mile　marker　and　the　charter　stone　behind　it。　a　path　behind　the　stone　leads　to　the　long　cliffs　immediately　north。　take　the　path。　it　ends　in　a　door　in　the　cliffs。　the　door　will　answer　to　mosrael。　beyond　the　door　is　a　tunnel；　sloping　sharply　upwards。

beyond　the　tunnel　lies　abhorsen鈥檚　bridge。　the　house　is　over　the　bridge。　go　with　love鈥攁nd　do　not　tarry；　do　not　stop；　no　matter　what　happens。鈥�

鈥渢hank　you；鈥潯�sabriel　began；　carefully　filing　the　words　away　with　the　acpanying　thoughts。

鈥渃ould　you　also　。　。　。鈥�

she　stopped　as　the　mother…sending　in　front　of　her　suddenly　raised　both　arms　as　if　shocked；　and　shouted；　鈥済o！鈥�

at　the　same　time；　sabriel　felt　the　diamond　of　protection　around　her　physical　body　twinge　in　warning　and　she　became　aware　that　the　north　mark　had　failed。　instantly；　she　turned　on　her　left　heel　and　began　racing　back　to　the　border　with　life；　drawing　her　sword。　the　current　almost　seemed　to　strengthen　against　her；　twining　around　her　legs；　but　then　fell　away　before　her　urgency。

sabriel　reached　the　border　and；　with　a　furious　thrust　of　will；　her　spirit　emerged　back　into　life。

for　a　second；　she　was　disoriented；　suddenly　freezing　again　and　thick…witted。　a　grinning；　corpse…like　creature　was　just　stepping　through　the　failed　north　mark；　its　arms　reaching　to　embrace　her；　carrion…breath　misting　out　of　a　mouth　unnaturally　wide。

thralk　had　been　pleased　to　find　the　charter　mage鈥檚　spirit　wandering　and　a　broken　diamond　of　protection。　the　sword　had　worried　him　a　little；　but　it　was　frosted　over　and　his　　shriveled　eyes　couldn鈥檛　see　the　charter　marks　that　danced　beneath　the　rime。　similarly；　the　bell　in　sabriel鈥檚　left　hand　looked　like　a　lump　of　ice　or　snow；　as　if　she鈥檇　caught　a　snowball。　all　in　all；　thralk　felt　very　fortunate；　particularly　as　the　life　that　blazed　within　this　still　victim　was　particularly　young　and　strong。　thralk　sidled　closer　still　and　his　double…jointed　arms　reached　to　embrace　sabriel鈥檚　neck。

just　as　his　slimy；　corrupted　fingers　stretched　forward；　sabriel　opened　her　eyes　and　executed　the　stop…thrust　that　had　earned　her　second　place　in　fighting　arts　and；　later；　lost　her　the　first。　her　arm　and　sword　straightened　like　one　limb　to　their　full　extent　and　the　sword…point　ripped　through　thr