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cold hit her； and the relentless current； but she stood where she was； still feeling the warmth of life on her back。 this was the very interface between the two realms； where she would normally plunge ahead。 this time； she planted her feet against the current； and used her continuing slight contact with life as an anchor to hold her own against the waters of death。
everything seemed quiet； save for the constant gurgling of the water about her feet； and the faroff crash of the first gate。 nothing stirred； no shapes loomed up in the grey light。 cautiously； sabriel used her sense of the dead to feel out anything that might be lurking； to feel the slight spark of the trapped； but living； spirit of the young man。 back in life； she was physically close to him； so she should be near his spirit here。
there was something； but it seemed further into death than sabriel expected。 she tried to see it； squinting into the curious greyness that made distance impossible to judge； but nothing was visible。 whatever was there lurked beneath the surface of the water。
sabriel hesitated； then walked towards it； carefully feeling her way； making sure of every footfall； guarding against the gripping current。 there was definitely something odd out there。 she could feel it quite strongly—it had to be the trapped spirit。 she ignored the little voice at the back of her mind that suggested it was a fiercely devious dead creature； strong enough to hold its own against the race of the river 。 。 。
nevertheless； when she was a few paces back from whatever it was； sabriel let ranna sound— a muffled； sleepy peal that carried the sensation of a yawn； a sigh； a head falling forward； eyes heavy—a call to sleep。
if there was a dead thing there； sabriel reasoned； it would now be quiescent。 she put her sword and bell away； edged forward to a good position； and reached down into the water。
her hands touched something as cold and hard as ice； something totally unidentifiable。
she flinched back； then reached down again； till her hands found something that was clearly a shoulder。 she followed this up to a head； and traced the features。 sometimes a spirit bore little relation to the physical body； and sometimes living spirits became warped if they spent too long in death； but this one was clearly the counterpart of the figurehead。 it lived too； somehow encased and protected from death； as the living body was preserved in wood。
sabriel gripped the spirit…form under the arms and pulled。 it rose up out of the water like a killer whale； pallid white and rigid as a statue。
sabriel staggered backwards； and the river； evereager； wrapped her legs with tricksome eddies— but she steadied herself before it could drag her down。
changing her hold a little； sabriel began to drag the spirit…form back towards life。 it was hard going； much harder than she’d expected。
the current seemed far too strong for this side of the first gate； and the crystallized spirit—or whatever it was—was much； much heavier than any spirit should be。
with nearly all her concentration bent on staying upright and heading in the right direction； sabriel almost didn’t notice the sudden cessation of noise that marked the passage of something through the first gate。 but she’d learned to be wary over the last few days； and her conscious fears had bee enshrined in subconscious caution。
she heard； and listening carefully； caught the soft slosh…slosh of something half…wading； halfcreeping； moving as quietly as it could against the current。 moving towards her。 something dead was hoping to catch her unawares。
obviously； some alarm or summons had gone out beyond the first gate； and whatever was stalking towards her had e in answer to it。
inwardly cursing herself for stupidity； sabriel looked down at her spirit burden。 sure enough； she could just make out a very thin black line； fine as cotton thread； running from his arm into the water—and thence to the deeper； darker regions of death。 not a controlling thread； but one that would let some distant adept know the spirit had been moved。 fortunately； sounding ranna would have slowed the message； but was she close enough to life 。 。 。
she increased her speed a little； but not too much； pretending she hadn’t noticed the hunter。
whatever it was； it seemed quite reluctant to close in on her。
sabriel quickened her pace a little more； adrenaline and suspense feeding her strength。 if it rushed her； she would have to drop the spirit— and he would be carried away； lost forever。
whatever magic had preserved his living spirit here on the boundary couldn’t possibly prevail if he went past the first gate。 if that happened； sabriel thought； she would have precipitated a murder rather than a rescue。
four steps to life—then three。 the thing was closing now—sabriel could see it； low in the water； still creeping； but faster now。 it was obviously a denizen of the third； or even some later gate； for she couldn’t identify what it once had been。 now it looked like a cross between a hog and a segmented worm； and it moved in a series of scuttles and sinuous wriggles。
two steps。 sabriel shifted her grip again； wrapping her left arm pletely around the spirit’s chest and balancing the weight on her hip； freeing her right arm； but she still couldn’t draw her sword； or clear the bells。
the hog…thing began to grunt and hiss； breaking into a diving； rushing gallop； its long； yellowcrusted tusks surfing through the water； its long body undulating along behind。
sabriel stepped back； turned； and threw herself and her precious cargo headfirst into life； using all her will to force them through the wards on the sinkhole。 for an instant； it seemed that they would be repulsed； then； like a pin pushing through a rubber band； they were through。
shrill squealing followed her； but nothing else。
sabriel found herself facedown on the ground； hands empty； ice crystals crunching as they fell from her frosted body。 turning her head； she met the gaze of mogget。 he stared at her； then closed his eyes and went back to sleep。
sabriel rolled over； and got to her feet； very； very slowly。 she felt all her pains e back and wondered why she’d been so hasty to perform deeds of derring…do and rescue。 still； she had managed it。 the man’s spirit was back where it belonged； back in life。
or so she thought； till she saw the figurehead。
it hadn’t changed at all to outward sight； though sabriel could now feel the living spirit in it。
puzzled； she touched his immobile face； fingers tracing the grain of the wood。
“a kiss；” said mogget sleepily。 “actually； just a breath would do。 but you have to start kissing someone sometime； i suppose。”
sabriel looked at the cat； wondering if this was the latest symptom of catbalm…induced lunacy。
but he seemed sober enough； and serious。
“a breath？” she asked。 she didn’t want to kiss just any wooden man。 he looked nice enough； but he might not be like his looks。 a kiss seemed very forward。 he might remember it； and make assumptions。
“like this？” she took a deep breath； leaned forward； exhaled a few inches from his nose and mouth； then stepped back to see what would happen—if anyt