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ill they heard the tumult from behind； the howling； drumming； shouting； all magnified by the water and the vastness of the reservoir。 then another sound began； cutting through the noise with the clarity of perfection。
it started softly； like a tuning fork lightly struck； but grew； a pure note； blown by a trumpeter of inexhaustible breath； till there was nothing but the sound。 the sound of astarael。
sabriel and touchstone both stopped； almost in mid…stride。 they felt a terrible urge to leave their bodies； to shuck them off as so much worn…out baggage。 their spirits—their essential selves—wanted to go； to go into death and plunge joyfully into the strongest current； to be carried to the very end。
“think of life！” screamed sabriel； her voice only just audible through the pure note。 she could feel touchstone dying； his will insufficient to hold him in life。 he seemed almost to expect this sudden summons into death。
“fight it！” she screamed again； dropping her sword to slap him across the face。 “live！”
still he slipped away。 desperate； she grabbed him by the ears； and kissed him savagely； biting his lip； the salty blood filling both their mouths。 his eyes cleared； and she felt him concentrate again； concentrate on life； on living。
his sword fell； and he brought his arms up around her and returned her kiss。 then he put his head on her shoulder； and she on his； and they held each other tightly till the single note of astarael slowly died。
silence came at last。 gingerly； they let each other go。 touchstone shakily groped around for his sword； but sabriel lit a candle before he could cut his fingers in the dark。 they looked at each other in the flickering light。 sabriel’s eyes were wet； touchstone’s mouth bloody。
“what was that？” touchstone asked huskily。
“astarael；” replied sabriel。 “the final bell。 it calls everyone who hears it into death。”
“kerrigor 。 。 。”
“he’ll e back；” whispered sabriel。 “he’ll always e back； till his real body’s destroyed。”
“your father？” touchstone mumbled。 “mogget？”
“dad’s dead；” said sabriel。 her face was posed； but her eyes overflowed into tears。 “he’ll go quickly beyond the final gate。 mogget—i don’t know。”
she fingered the silver ring on her hand； frowned； and bent to pick up the sword she’d taken from touchstone。
“e on；” she ordered。 “we have to get up to the west yard。 quickly。”
“the west yard？” asked touchstone； retrieving his own sword。 he was confused and sick； but he forced himself up。 “of the palace？”
“yes；” replied sabriel。 “let’s go。”
。。
chapter xxiv
。小［说网｝
the sunshine was harsh to their eyes； for it was surprisingly only a little past noon。 they stumbled out onto the marble steps of the cave； blinking like nocturnal animals prematurely flushed out of an underground warren。
sabriel looked around at the quiet； sunlit trees； the placid expanse of grass； the clogged fountain。
everything seemed so normal； so far removed from the crazed and twisted chamber of horrors that was the reservoir； deep beneath their feet。
she looked at the sky； too； losing focus in the blue； retreating lines of clouds just edging about the fuzzy periphery of her vision。 my father is dead； she thought。 gone forever 。 。 。
“the road winds around the south…western part of palace hill；” a voice said； somewhere near her； beyond the blueness。
“what？”
“the road。 up to the west yard。”
it was touchstone talking。 sabriel closed her eyes； told herself to concentrate； to get a grip on the here and now。 she opened her eyes and looked at touchstone。
he was a mess。 face blood…streaked from his bleeding lip； hair wet； plastered flat； armor and clothes darkly sodden。 water dripped down the sword he still held out； angled to the ground。
“you didn’t tell me you were a prince；” sabriel said； in a conversational tone。 she might have been menting on the weather。 her voice sounded strange in her own ears； but she didn’t have the energy to do anything about it。
“i’m not；” touchstone replied； shrugging。 he looked up at the sky while he spoke。 “the queen was my mother； but my father was an obscure northern noble； who ‘took up with her’ a few years after her consort’s death。 he was killed in a hunting accident before i was born 。 。 。 look； shouldn’t we be going？ to the west yard？”
“i suppose so；” sabriel said dully。 “father said there will be a paperwing waiting for us there； and the clayr； to tell us where to go。”
“i see；” said touchstone。 he came closer； and peered at sabriel’s vacant eyes； then took her unresisting and oddly floppy arm； and steered her towards the line of beech trees that marked a path to the western end of the park。 sabriel walked obediently； increasing her pace as touchstone sped up； till they were practically jogging。 touchstone was pushing on her arm； with many backward glances； sabriel moving with a sleepwalker’s jerky animation。
a few hundred yards from the ornamental caves； the beeches gave way to more lawn； and a road started up the side of palace hill； switchbacking twice to the top。
the road was well paved； but the flagstones had pushed up； or sunk down； over two decades without maintenance； and there were some quite deep ruts and holes。 sabriel caught her foot in one and she almost fell； touchstone just catching her。 but this small shock seemed to break her from the effects of the larger shock； and she found a new alertness cutting through her dumb despair。
“why are we running？”
“those scavengers are following us；”
touchstone replied shortly； pointing back through the park。 “the ones who had the children at the gate。”
sabriel looked where he pointed and； sure enough； there were figures slowly moving through the beech…lined path。 all nine were there； close together； laughing and talking。
they seemed confident sabriel and touchstone could not escape them； and their mood looked to be that of casual beaters； easily driving their stupid prey to a definite end。 one of them saw sabriel and touchstone watching and used a gesture that distance made unclear； but was probably obscene。 laughter carried to them； borne by the