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Sabriel (The Abhorsen Trilogy)-第29章

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n to draw。 first; a rough outline; in swift; bold strokes; the penning in of the major geographical features; then the delicate process of adding important sites; each named in fine; spidery writing。 last of all; mogget marked abhorsen’s house with a small illustration; before leaning back to admire his handiwork; and lick the ink from his paw。 sabriel waited a few seconds to be sure he was done; then cast drying sand over the paper; her eyes trying to absorb every detail; intent on learning the physical face of the old kingdom。

“you can look at it later;” mogget said after a few minutes; when his paw was clean; but sabriel was still bent over the table; nose inches from the map。 “we’re still in a hurry。 you’d better go and get dressed; for a start。 do try to be quick。”

“i will。” sabriel smiled; still looking at the map。 “thank you; mogget。”

the sendings had laid out a great pile of clothes and equipment in sabriel’s room; and four of them were in attendance to help her get everything on and organized。 she had hardly stepped inside before they’d stripped her indoor dress and slippers off; and she’d only just managed to remove her own underclothes before ghostly charter…traced hands tickled her sides。

a few seconds later; she was suffering them anyway; as they pulled a thin; cotton…like undergarment over her head; and a pair of baggy drawers up her legs。 next came a linen shirt; then a tunic of doeskin and breeches of supple leather; reinforced with some sort of hard; segmented plates at thighs; knees and shins; not to mention a heavily padded bottom; no doubt designed for riding。

a brief respite followed; lulling sabriel into thinking that might be it; but the sendings had merely been arranging the next layer for immediate fitting。 two of them pushed her arms into a long; armored coat that buckled up at the sides; while the other two unlaced a pair of hobnailed boots and waited。

the coat wasn’t like anything sabriel had ever worn before; including the mail hauberk she’d worn in fighting arts lessons at school。 it was as long as an hauberk; with split skirts ing down to her knees and sleeves swallowtailed at her wrists; but it seemed to be entirely made of tiny overlapping plates; much like a fish’s scales。 they weren’t metal; either; but some sort of ceramic; or even stone。 much lighter than steel; but clearly very strong; as one sending demonstrated; by cutting down it with a dagger; striking sparks without leaving a scratch。

sabriel thought the boots pleted the ensemble; but as the laces were done up by one pair of sendings; the other pair were back in action。 one raised what appeared to be a blue and silver striped turban; but sabriel; pulling it down to just above her eyebrows; found it to be a cloth…wrapped helmet; made from the same material as the armor。

the other sending waved out a gleaming; deep blue surcoat; dusted with embroidered silver keys that reflected the light in all directions。 it waved the coat to and fro for a moment; then whipped it over sabriel’s head and adjusted the drape with a practiced motion。 sabriel ran her hand over its silken expanse and discreetly tried to rip  it in one corner; but; for all its apparent fragility; it wouldn’t tear。

last of all came sword…belt and bell…bandolier。

the sendings brought them to her; but made no attempt to put them on。 sabriel adjusted them herself; carefully arranging bells and scabbard; feeling the familiar weight—bells across her breast and sword balanced on her hip。 she turned to the mirror and looked at her reflection; both pleased and troubled by what she saw。 she looked petent; professional; a traveler who could look after herself。 at the same time; she looked less like someone called sabriel; and more like the abhorsen; capital letter and all。

she would have looked longer; but the sendings tugged at her sleeves and directed her attention to the bed。 a leather backpack lay open on it and; as sabriel watched; the sendings packed it with her remaining old clothes; including her father’s oilskin; spare undergarments; tunic and trousers; dried beef and biscuits; a water bottle; and several small leather pouches full of useful things; each of which were painstakingly opened and shown to her: telescope; sulphur matches; clockwork firestarter; medicinal herbs; fishing hooks and line; a sewing kit and a host of other  small essentials。 the three books from the library and the map went into oilskin pouches; and then into an outside pocket。

backpack on; sabriel tried a few basic exercises; and was relieved to find that the armor didn’t restrict her too much—hardly at all in fact; though the pack was not something she’d like to have on in a fight。 she could even touch her toes; so she did; several times; before straightening up to thank the sendings。

they were gone。 instead; there was mogget; stalking mysteriously towards her from the middle of the room。

“well; i’m ready;” sabriel said。

mogget didn’t answer; but sat at her feet; and made a movement that looked very much like he was going to be sick。 sabriel recoiled; disgusted; then halted; as a small metallic object fell from mogget’s mouth and bounced on the floor。

“almost forgot;” said mogget。 “you’ll need this if i’m to e with you。”

“what is it?” asked sabriel; bending down to pick up a ring; a small silver ring; with a ruby gripped between two silver claws that grew out of the band。

“old;” replied mogget; enigmatically。 “you’ll  know if you need to use it。 put it on。”

sabriel looked at it closely; holding it between two fingers as she slanted it towards the light。 it felt; and looked; quite ordinary。 there were no charter marks on the stone or band; it seemed to have no emanations or aura。 she put it on。

it felt cold as it slipped down her finger; then hot; and suddenly she was falling; falling into infinity; into a void that had no end and no beginning。 everything was gone; all light; all substance。 then charter marks suddenly exploded all around her and she felt gripped by them; halting her headlong fall into nothing; accelerating her back up; back into her body; back to the world of life and death。

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