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d backwards and forwards； neck pain forgotten； checking the ground behind her and marking her opponent。 her mind raced； considering options。
perhaps one of the bells鈥攂ut that would mean dropping her candle。 could she count on the creature鈥檚 blazing presence to light her way？ almost as if it could read her mind； the creature suddenly started to lose its brilliance； sucking darkness into its swirling body like a sponge soaking up ink。 within a few seconds； sabriel could barely make it out鈥攁 fearful silhouette； back…lit by the orange glow of the burning paperwing。
desperately； sabriel tried to remember what she knew of free magic elementals and constructs。
her father had rarely mentioned them； and magistrix greenwood had only lightly delved into the subject。 sabriel knew the binding spells for two of the lesser kindred of free magic beings； but the creature before her was neither margrue nor stilken。
鈥渒eep thinking； abhorsen；鈥潯aughed the creature； advancing again。 鈥渟uch a pity your head doesn鈥檛 work too well。鈥�
鈥測ou saved it from not working forever；鈥�
sabriel replied warily。 it had braked the paperwing； after all； so perhaps there was some good in it somewhere； some remnant of mogget； if only it could be brought out。
鈥渟entiment；鈥潯he thing replied； still silently sliding forward。 it laughed again and a dark； tendril…like arm suddenly unleashed itself； snapping across the intervening space to strike sabriel across the face。
鈥渁 memory； now purged；鈥潯t added； as sabriel staggered back from a second attack； sword flashing across to parry。 unlike the silver spell darts； the charter…etched blade did connect with the unnatural flesh of the creature； but had no effect apart from jarring sabriel鈥檚 arm。
her nose was bleeding too； a warm and salty flow； stinging her wind…chafed lips。 she tried to ignore it； tried to use the pain of what was probably a broken nose to get her mind back to full operational speed。
鈥渕emories； yes； many memories；鈥潯ontinued the creature。 it was circling around her now； pushing her back the way they鈥檇 e； back towards the fading fire of the paperwing。 that would burn out soon； and then there would only be darkness； for sabriel鈥檚 candle was now a lump of blown…out wax； falling forgotten from her hand。
鈥渕illenia of servitude； abhorsen。 chained by trickery； treachery 。 。 。 captive in a repulsive； fixedflesh shape 。 。 。 but there will be payment； slow payment鈥攏ot quick； not quick at all！鈥�
a tendril lashed out； low this time； trying to trip her。 sabriel leapt over it； blade extended； lunging for the creature鈥檚 chest。 but it shimmied aside； extruding extra arms as she tried to jump back； catching her in mid…leap； drawing her close。
sword…arm pinioned at her side； it tightened its grip； till she was close against its chest； her face a finger…width from its boiling； constantly moving flesh； as if a billion tiny insects buzzed behind a membrane of utter darkness。
another arm gripped the back of her helmet； forcing her to look up； till she saw its head； directly above her。 a thing of most basic anatomy； its eyes were like the sinkhole； deep pits without apparent bottom。 it had no nose； but a mouth that split the horrid face in two； a mouth slightly parted to reveal the burning blue…white glare that it had first used as flesh。
all charter magic had fled from sabriel鈥檚 mind。 her sword was trapped； the bells likewise； and even if they weren鈥檛； she didn鈥檛 know how to use them properly against things not dead。 she ran over them mentally anyway； in a frantic； lightning inventory of anything that might help。
it was then her tired； concussed mind remembered the ring。 it was on her left hand； her free hand； cool silver on the index finger。
but she didn鈥檛 know what to do with it鈥攁nd the creature鈥檚 head was bowing down towards her own； its neck stretching impossibly long； till it was like a snake鈥檚 head rearing above her； the mouth opening wider； growing brighter； fizzing with white…hot sparks that fell upon her helmet and face； burning cloth and skin； leaving tiny； tattoo…like scars。 the ring felt loose on her finger。
sabriel instinctively curled her hand； and the ring felt looser still； slipping down her finger； expanding； growing； till without looking； sabriel knew she held a silver hoop as wide or wider than the creature鈥檚 slender head。 and she suddenly knew what to do。
鈥渇irst； the plucking of an eye；鈥潯aid the thing； breath as hot as the falling sparks； scorching her face with instant sunburn。 it tilted its head sideways and opened its mouth still wider； lower jaw dislocating out。
sabriel took one last； careful look； screwed her eyes tight against the terrible glare； and flipped the silver hoop up； and she hoped； over the thing鈥檚 neck。
for a second； as the heat increased and she felt a terrible burning pain against her eye； sabriel thought she鈥檇 missed。 then the hoop was wrenched from her hand and she was thrown away； hurled out like an angry fisherman鈥檚 rejected minnow。
on the cool flagstones again； she opened her eyes； the left one blurry； sore and swimming with tears鈥攂ut still there and still working。
she had put the silver hoop over the thing鈥檚 head； and it was slowly sliding down that long； sinuous neck。 the ring was shrinking again as it slid； impervious to the creature鈥檚 desperate attempts to get it off。 it had six or seven hands now； formed directly from its shoulders； all squirming about； trying to force fingers under the ring。 but the metal seemed inimical to the creature鈥檚 substance； like a hot pan to human fingers； for the fingers flinched and danced around it； but could not take hold for longer than a second。
the darkness that stained it was ebbing too； draining down through its thrashing； twisting support； leaving glowing whiteness behind。 still the creature fought with the ring； blazing hands forming and re…forming； body twisting and turning； even bucking； as if it could throw the ring like a rider from a horse。
finally； it gave up and turned towards sabriel； screaming and crackling。 two long arms sprang out from it； reaching towards sabriel鈥檚 sprawling body； talons growing from the hands； raking the stone with deep gouges as they scrabbled towards her； like spiders scuttling to their prey鈥敗nly to fall short by a yard or more。
鈥渘o！鈥潯owled the thing； and its whole twisting； coiling body lurched forward； killing arms outstretched。 again； the talons fell short； as sabriel crawled； rolled and pushed herself away。
then the silver ring contracted once more； and a terrible shout of anguish； rage and despair came from the very center of the white…flaming thing。 its arms suddenly shrank back to its torso； the head fell into the shoulders； and the whole body sank into an amorphous blob of shimmering white； with a single； still…large silver band around the middle； the ruby glittering like a drop of blood。
sabriel stared at it； unable to look aside； or do anything else； even quell the flow from her bleeding nose； which now covered half her face and chin； her mouth glued shut with dried and clotting blood。 it seemed to her that something was left undone； som