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froze in mid…air； to form a pane of transparent ice。 a frozen window； suspended in front of sabriel。
鈥渨atch；鈥潯anded the women； and sanar tapped the ice…window with her wand。 it clouded over at that touch； briefly showed a scene of whirling snow； a glimpse of the wall； then steadied into a moving vision鈥攎uch like a film shot from a traveling car。 wyverley college had frowned on films； but sabriel had been to see quite a few in bain。 this was much the same； but in color； and she could hear natural sounds as clearly as if she were there。
the window showed typical ancelstierran farmland鈥攁 long field of wheat； ripe for the harvest； with a tractor stopped in the distance； its driver chatting with another man perched atop a cart； his two draft…horses standing stolidly； peering out through their blinkers。
the view raced closer towards these two men； veered around them with a snatch of caught conversation； and continued鈥攆ollowing a road； up and over a hill； through a small wood and up to a crossroads； where the gravel intersected with a macadamized route of greater importance。 there was a sign there； and the 鈥渆ye；鈥潯r whatever it was； zoomed up to it； till the signpost filled the whole of the ice…window。 鈥渨yverley ？ miles；鈥�
it read； directing travelers along the major road； and they were off again； shooting down towards wyverley village。
a few seconds later； the moving image slowed； to show the familiar houses of wyverley village； the blacksmith…cum…mechanic鈥檚 shop； the wyvern public house； the constable鈥檚 trim house with the blue lantern。 all landmarks known to sabriel。 she concentrated even more carefully； for surely the vision； having shown her a fixed point of reference； would now race off to parts of ancelstierre which were unknown to her。
but the picture still moved slowly。 at a walking pace； it went through the village； and turned off the road； following a bridle…path up the forested hill known as docky point。 a nice enough hill； to be sure； covered by a cork tree plantation； with some quite old trees。 its only point of interest was the rectangular cairn upon the hilltop 。 。 。 the cairn 。 。 。 the image changed； closing in on the huge； grey…green stones； square…cut and tightly packed together。 a relatively recent folly； sabriel remembered from their local history lessons。 a little less than two hundred years old。 she鈥檇 almost visited it once； but something had changed her mind 。 。 。
the image changed again； somehow sinking through the stone； down between the lines of mortar； zigzagging around the blocks； to the dark chamber at its heart。 for an instant the icewindow went pletely dark； then light came。 a bronze sarcophagus lay under the cairn； metal crawling with free magic perversions of charter marks。 the vision dodged these shifting marks； penetrated the bronze。 a body lay inside； a living body； wreathed in free magic。
the scene shifted； moving with jagged difficulty to the face of the body。 a handsome face； that swam closer and closer into focus； a face that showed what kerrigor once had been。 the human face of rogir； his features clearly showing that he had shared a mother with touchstone。
sabriel stared； sickened and fascinated by the similarities between the half…brothers鈥攖hen the vision suddenly blurred； spinning into greyness； greyness acpanied by rushing water。 death。
something huge and monstrous was wading against the current； a jagged cutting of darkness； formless and featureless； save for two eyes that burned with unnatural flame。 it seemed to see her beyond the ice…window； and lurched forward； two arms like blown storm clouds reaching forward。
鈥渁bhorsen鈥檚 get！鈥潯creamed kerrigor。 鈥測our blood will gush upon the stones 。 。 。鈥�
his arms seemed about to e through the window； but suddenly； the ice cracked； the pieces collapsing into a pile of swift…melting slush。
鈥測ou saw；鈥潯he clayr said together。 it wasn鈥檛 a question。 sabriel nodded； shaking； her thoughts still on the likeness between kerrigor鈥檚 original human body and touchstone。 where was the fork in their paths？ what had put rogir鈥檚 feet on the long road that led to the abomination known as kerrigor？ 鈥渨e have four minutes；鈥潯nnounced sanar。
鈥渢ill the slavers e。 we鈥檒l help you get the king to your paperwing； shall we？鈥�
鈥測es； please；鈥潯eplied sabriel。 despite the fear… some sight of kerrigor鈥檚 raw spirit form； the vision had imbued her with a new and definite sense of purpose。 kerrigor鈥檚 body was in ancelstierre。 she would find it and destroy it； and then deal with his spirit。 but they had to get to the body first 。 。 。
the two women lifted touchstone up； grunting with the effort。 he was no lightweight at any time； and now was even heavier； still sodden with water from his ducking in the reservoir。 but the clayr； despite their rather ethereal appearance； seemed to manage well enough。
鈥渨e wish you luck； cousin；鈥潯hey said； as they walked slowly to the red and gold paperwing； balanced so close to the edge of the broken wall； the saere glistening white and blue below。
鈥渃ousin？鈥潯abriel murmured。 鈥渋 suppose we are cousins鈥攐f a sort； aren鈥檛 we？鈥�
鈥渂lood relatives； all the children of the great charters；鈥潯he clayr agreed。 鈥渢hough the clan dwindles 。 。 。鈥�
鈥渄o you always鈥攌now what is going to happen？鈥�
sabriel asked； as they gently lowered touchstone into the back of the cockpit； and strapped him in with the belts normally used for securing luggage。
both the clayr laughed。 鈥渘o； thank the charter！ our family is the most numerous of the bloodlines； and the gift is spread among many。 our visions e in snatches and splinters； glimpses and shadows。 when we must； the whole family can spend its strength to narrow our sight鈥攁s it has done through us today。
tomorrow； we will be back to dreams and confusion； not knowing where； when or what we see。 now； we have only two minutes 。 。 。鈥�
suddenly； they hugged sabriel； surprising her with the obvious warmth of the gesture。 she hugged them back； gladly； grateful for their care。
with her father gone； she had no family left鈥敗ut perhaps she would find sisters in the clayr； and perhaps touchstone would be 。 。 。
鈥渢wo minutes；鈥潯epeated both the women； one in each ear。 sabriel let them go； and hurriedly took the book of the dead and the two charter magic books from her pack； wedging them down next to touchstone鈥檚 slightly snoring form。
after a second鈥檚 thought； she also stuffed in the fleece…lined oilskin and the boat cloak。
touchstone鈥檚 swords went into the special holders next； but the pack and the rest of its contents had to be abandoned。
鈥渘ext stop； the wall；鈥潯abriel muttered as she climbed into the craft； trying not to think about what would happen if they had to land somewhere uncivilized in between。
the clayr were already in their green and silver craft； and； as sabriel did up her straps； she heard them begin to whistle； charter magic streaming out into the air。 sabriel licked her lips； summoned her breath and strength； and joined in。 wind rose behind both the craft； tossing black hair and blond； lifting the paperwings鈥櫋ails and jostlin