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“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 anything。
nothing did。
“catbalm！” exclaimed sabriel； looking at mogget。 “you shouldn’t—”
a small sound interrupted her。 a small； wheezing sound； that didn’t e from her or mogget。
the figurehead was breathing； air whistling between carved wooden lips like the issue from an aged； underworked bellows。
the breathing grew stronger； and with it； color began to flow through the carving； dull wood giving way to the luster of flesh。 he coughed； and the carven chest became flexible； suddenly rising and falling as he began to pant like a recovering sprinter。
his eyes opened and met sabriel’s。 fine grey eyes； but muzzy and unfocused。 he didn’t seem to see her。 his fingers clenched and unclenched； and his feet shuffled； as if he were running in place。 finally； his back peeled away from the ship’s hull。 he took one step forward； and fell into sabriel’s arms。
she lowered him hastily to the ground； all too aware that she was embracing a naked young man—in circumstances considerably different than the various scenarios she’d imagined with her friends at school； or heard about from the earthier and more privileged day…girls。
“thank you；” he said； almost drunkenly； the words terribly slurred。 he seemed to focus on her—or her surcoat—for the first time； and added； “abhorsen。”
then he went to sleep； mouth curling up at the corners； frown dissolving。 he looked younger than he did as a fixed…expression figurehead。
sabriel looked down at him； trying to ignore curiously fond feelings that had appeared from somewhere。 feelings similar to those that had made her bring back jacinth’s rabbit。
“i suppose i’d better get him a blanket；” she said reluctantly； as she wondered what on earth had possessed her to add this plication to her already confusing and difficult circumstances。
she supposed she would have to get him to safety and civilization； at the very least—if there was any to be found。
“i can get a blanket if you want to keep staring at him；” mogget said slyly； twining himself around her ankles in a sensuous pavane。
sabriel realized she really was staring； and looked away。
“no。 i’ll get it。 and my spare shirt； i suppose。
the breeches might fit him with a bit of work； i guess—we’d be much the same height。 keep watch； mogget。 i’ll be back in a minute。”
mogget watched her hobble off； then turned back to the sleeping man。 silently； the cat padded over and touched his pink tongue to the charter mark on the man’s forehead。 the mark flared； but mogget didn’t flinch； till it grew dull again。
“so；” muttered mogget； tasting his own tongue by curling it back on itself。 he seemed somewhat surprised； and more than a little angry。 he tasted the mark again； and then shook his head in distaste； the miniature saraneth on his collar ringing a little peal that was not of celebration。
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chapter xiv
生小 说＋网
grey mist coiling upwards； twining around him like a clinging vine； gripping arms and legs； immobilizing； strangling； merciless。 so firmly grown about his body there was no possibility of escape； so tight his muscles couldn’t even flex under skin； his eyelids couldn’t blink。 and nothing to see but patches of darker grey； crisscrossing his vision like windblown scum upon a fetid pool。
then； suddenly； fierce red light； pain exploding everywhere； rocketing from toes to brain and back again。 the grey mist clearing； mobility returning。 no more grey patches； but blurry colors； slowly twisting into focus。 a woman； looking down at him； a young woman； armed and armored； her face 。 。 。 battered。 no； not a woman。 the abhorsen； for she wore the blazon and the bells。 but she was too young； not the abhorsen he knew； or any of the family 。 。 。
“thank you；” he said； the words ing out like a mouse creeping from a dusty larder。
“abhorsen。”
then he fainted； his body rushing gladly to wele real sleep； true unconsciousness and sanity…restoring rest。
he awoke under a blanket； and felt a moment’s panic when the thick grey wool pressed upon his mouth and eyes。 he struggled with it； threw it back with a gasp； and relaxed as he felt fresh air on his face and dim sunlight filtering down from above。 he looked up and saw from the reddish hue that it must be soon after dawn。 the sinkhole puzzled him for a few seconds— disoriented； he felt dizzy and stupid； till he looked at the tall masts all around； the black sails； and the unfinished ship nearby。
“holehallow；” he muttered to himself； frowning。
he remembered it now。 but what was he doing here？ pletely naked under a rough camping blanket？ he sat up； and shook his head。 it was sore and his temples were throbbing； seemingly from the battering…ram effect of a severe hangover。 but he felt certain he hadn’t been drinking。 the last thing he remembered was going down the steps。
rogir had asked him 。 。 。 no 。 。 。 the last thing was the fleeting image of a pale； concerned face； bloodied and bruised； black hair hanging out in a fringe under her helmet。 a deep blue surcoat； with the blazon of silver keys。 the abhorsen。
“she’s washing at the spring；” said a soft voice； interrupting his faltering recollection。 “she got up before the sun。 cleanliness is a wonderful thing。”
the voice did not seem to belong to anything visible； till the man looked up at the nearby ship。
there was a large； irregular hole in the bow； where the figurehead should have been and a white cat was curled up in the hole； watching him with an unnaturally sharp； green…eyed gaze。
“what are you？” said the man； his eyes cautiously flickering from side to side； looking for a weapon。 a pile of clothes was the only thing nearby； containing a shirt； trousers and some underwear； but it was weighted down with a largish rock。 his hand sidled out towards the rock。
“don’t be alarmed；” said the cat。 “i’m but a faithful retainer of the abhorsen。 name of mogget。 for the moment。”
the man’s hand closed on the rock； but he didn’t lift it。 memories were slowly sidling back to his benumbed mind； drawn like grains of iron to a magnet。 there were memories of various abhorsens among them—memories that gave him an inkling of what this cat…creature was。
“you were bigger when we last met；” he hazarded； testing his guess。
“have we met？” replied mogget； yawning。
“dear me。 i can’t recall it。 what was the name？”
a good question； thought the man。 he couldn’t remember。 he knew who he was； in general terms； but his name eluded him。 other names came easily though； and some flashes of memory concerning what he thought of as his immediate past。 he growled； and grimaced as they came to him； and clenched his fists in pain and anger。
“unusual name；” mented mogget。 “more of a bear’s name； that growl。 do you mind if i call you touchstone？”
“what！” the man exclaimed； affronted。 “that’s a fool’s name！ how dare—”
“is it unfitting？” interrupted mogget； coolly。
“you do remember what you’ve done？”
the man was silent then； for he suddenly did remember； though he d