to t tle past noon. tumbled out onto teps of turnal animals prematurely flus of an underground warren.

        Sabriel looked around at t, sunlit trees, tain.

        Everyted c .

        S too, losing focus iing lines of clouds just edging about t. Gone forever . . .

        “tern part of Palace he blueness.

        “?”

        “to t Yard.”

        It oue talking. Sabriel closed old o trate, to get a grip on t toue.

        reaked from , plastered flat, armor and cloter dripped doill , ao the ground.

        “You didn’t tell me you ional tone. S ing e in    s o do anyt it.

        “I’m not,” toue replied, s t my fatook up er ’s deating act before I o t Yard?”

        “I suppose so,” Sabriel said dully. “Fating for us to tell us wo go.”

        “I see,” said toue.    Sabriel’s vat eyes, took ing and oddly floppy arm, and steered orees t marked a pato tern end of tly, increasing oue sped up, till tically jogging. toue usion.

        A feo more laarted up tco top.

        t tones    maintenance, and te deep ruts and     in one and s fell, toue just catc to break s of tness cutting through her dumb despair.

        “hy are we running?”

        “those sgers are following us,”

        toue replied sly, pointing back t te.”

        Sabriel looked alking.

        t Sabriel and toue could not escape to be t of casual beaters, easily driving tupid prey to a definite end. One of toue cure t distance made unclear, but entions were clear. ile.

        “I he Dead,”

        Sabriel said bleakly, revulsion in those words.

        “to do t lends its aid to the living . . .”

        “toue, as t off again, building up from a fast o a jog. “t t, uowe.”

        “Yes,” replied Sabriel. “I here . . .”

        S o expand upon . ing, or mucer Magid nine bo ure, and the reservoir . . .

        teeper, and t and ragged, o spare for oue coug ill soo. t mig take an arroo finisters.

        t anyway.

        “Not . . . mucoue gasped as tur tcired legs gaining a fe, before starting t ine.

        Sabriel started to laugter, coug ill a lot furtruck o toue, carrying boto tones. A long-s arrow s mark.

        “Sabriel!” toue sed, voice ed    Cer Magic explode into life    gre    and dooo ifted marksman.

        Eig ips, greo ts, and s out, leaving rails of after-image in t sed later, a scream from beloestified to t least oarget.

        Numbly, Sabriel ill rengt and lifted ion. Stle as ted in    toue didn’t seem to notice.    an animal-like carted to run up to an in. Frot from    over o Sabriel. Every vein and muscle in , and    h unseeing energy.

        op otal dismemberment. Sabriel    surned o , too disturbed to look on ting face t bore so little resemblao toue s at least he enemy . . .

        On umbled stones of -like precision.    red as a fire engine noing as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.

        Sabriel, fetting     , started sing at o e out of the rage.

        “toue! e’re safe! Put me doop! Please, stop!”

        ratio on teo side like a stfollowing hound.

        “toue! toue!” Sabriel sobbed, beating on     aop!”

        Still ones falling aair, jumping gaping ed , and Sabriel breat    it viciously, till tten wood collapsed and ers.

        Beyond tumbledoall unted, selfsoree rising above t at tern edge, perct siltes bordered ernoon sun t was sinking down behem.

        toue broke into a gait t could only be described as a gallop, parting t up to tanding figures, gently placed Sabriel on to g.

        Sabriel tried to crao    t s    up and look at the Paperwings.

        “, t be the King.”

        Sabriel stared, dry-mout o see t, pierg blue eyes. te linen dresses, h long, open sleeves.

        Fres made Sabriel feel extremely dirty and uncivilized, in y armor. Like tical. Very pretty.

        twins.

        t dooue’s. Sabriel felt Cer Magic sloer rising in a spring—t floo aking a and pain of the arrow.

        o oue’s breato t of sleep.

        “tried to smile, but seemed to    t. “the Dead . . . behind us.”

        “e kno ten     minutes be. e saomorrow.”

        “Ao , t    t to find out    really fusing.

        “traig o sloes. t feel ly—just older, as if it ruck a ead of minutes.

        “Fat you g for where Kerrigor has his body.”

        “Yes,” replied t us exactly.

        e’ve only been alloo be today, because    Papers . . .”

        “Or actually, Ryelle is . . .” one of ting at t since so fly erwings were needed, so . . .”

        “Sanar came too,” Ryelle tinued, pointing back at er.

        “Bot mucime. You    take ted it in t    first, there’s Kerrigor’s body.”

        “Yes,” said Sabriel. o deal ter ly felt, so bear it.

        “ierre,” said twins.

        “But our vision is    he plaames.

        e’ll o so remember.”

        “Yes,” agreed Sabriel, feeling like a dull student promising to deal ion quite beyond her. “Yes.”

        teete and even. One, possibly Ryelle—Sabriel    t a bottle made of clear green glass out from telltale flaser Magic s    been t of her sleeve.

        “Ready?” taneously, and, “Yes,” before tion rated Sabriel’s tired brain.

        Ryelle unstoppered ttle    “pop,” and in one quick motion, poured out tents along a al line. Sanar, equally quickly, dreer—and it froze in mid-air, to form a pane of transparent ice. A frozen    of Sabriel.

        “atcapped t clouded over at t touceadied into a moving vision—mu a traveling car. yverley College    Sabriel o see quite a fe in color, and sural sounds as clearly as if shere.

        typical Aierran farmland—a long field of , ractor stopped in tas driver g op a cart, -anding    stolidly, peering out their blinkers.

        toversation, and tinued—folloed e of greater importaever it o it, till t filled the ice-window. “yverley ? miles,”

        it read, direg travelers along ting doowards yverley village.

        A feer, to sable’s trim ern. All landmarks knoo Sabriel. Srated even more carefully, for surely t of reference, o parts of Aierre wo her.

        But ture still moved slo a     turned off ted . A nice    enougo be sure, covered by a cork tree plantation, e old trees. Its only point of i angular    upon top . . . tones, square-cut and tigogetively ret folly, Sabriel remembered from tory lessons. A little less ted it once, but something had ged her mind . . .

        tone, doar, zigzagging around to t its . For an instant t pletely dark, t came. A bronze sarcopal craer marks. ting marks, peed thed in Free Magic.

        ted, moving y to t so focus, a face t s Kerrigor once ures clearly s oue.

        Sabriel stared, sied and fasated by ties beto greyness, greyness apanied by ruser. Death.

        Sometrous    t, a jagged cutting of darkness, formless aureless, save for t burned ural flame. It seemed to see orm clouds reag forward.

        “Ab!” screamed Kerrigor. “Your blood will gusones . . .”

        to e t suddenly, to a pile of s-melting slush.

        “You saoget    a question. Sabriel nodded, ss still on t on t led to tion known as Kerrigor? “e es,” announced Sanar.

        “till t to your Paperwing, shall we?”

        “Yes, please,” replied Sabriel. Despite t of Kerrigor’s ra form, te sense of purpose. Kerrigor’s body ierre. S aroy it, and t. But to get to t . . .

        ted toue up, grunting . ime, and noer from    te to manage well enough.

        “e o tening we and blue below.

        “Cousin?” Sabriel murmured. “I suppose , aren’t we?”

        “Blood relatives, all t Cers,” the    dwindles . . .”

        “Do you alo happen?”

        Sabriel asked, as tly looue into t, and strapped s normally used for seg luggage.

        Boter! Our family is t numerous of t is spread among many. Our visions e in snatcers, glimpses and s, ts strengto narrow    oday.

        tomorroo dreams and fusion, not knoes . . .”

        Suddenly, ture. Seful for their care.

        it— but perers in toue would be . . .

        “tes,” repeated bot took to toue’s slightly sn form.

        After a sed’s t, suffed in t cloak.

        toue’s s into t, but t of its tents o be abandoned.

        “ stop, ttered as so t, trying not to t w would o land somewween.

        t, and, as Sabriel did up raps, so reaming out intt, tossing blag tails and jostling their wings.

        Sabriel took a breater tling, and stroked ted paper of t Papero mind, broken and burning in ths of holehallow.

        “I ter togeto     er Magi t.

        A sed later, t from t to to circle , of green and silver,    turo t. turned south.

        toue, o tion of flying, groggily muttered, “ happened?”

        “e’re going to Aierre,” Sabriel sed.

        “Across to find Kerrigor’s body—aroy it!”

        “Ooue, whe all.” “Good.”
请记住本书首发域名：966xs.com。966小说手机版阅读网址：wap.966xs.com