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“you’re cleverer than i thought；” mented mogget。 “not that that’s saying much。”
“a child；” said sabriel。 “why would a child know？”
“if you’d had a proper education； you’d know too；” said mogget。 “a waste of good silver； that school of yours。”
“perhaps；” agreed sabriel。 “but now that i know more of the old kingdom； i suspect being at school in ancelstierre saved my life。 but enough of that。 which way do we go now？”
touchstone looked at the sky； blue above the clearing； dark where the pines circled。 the sun was just visible above the trees； perhaps an hour short of its noon…time zenith。 touchstone looked from it to the shadows of the trees； then pointed： “east。 there should be a series of charter stones； leading from here to the eastern edge of the watchwood。 this place is heavily warded with magic。 there are 。 。 。 there were； many stones。”
the stones were still there； and after the first； some sort of animal track that meandered from one stone to the next。 it was cool under the pines； but pleasant； the constant presence of the charter stones a reassuring sensation to sabriel and touchstone； who could sense them like lighthouses in a sea of trees。
there were seven stones in all； and none of them broken； though sabriel felt a stab of nervous tension every time they left the ambience of one and moved to another； a stark picture always flashing into her head—the bloodstained； riven stone of cloven crest。
the last stone stood on the very edge of the pine forest； atop a granite bluff thirty or forty yards high； marking the forest’s eastern edge and the end of high ground。
they stood next to the stone and looked out； out towards the huge expanse of blue…grey sea； white…crested； restless； always rolling in to shore。
below them were the flat； sunken fields of nestowe； maintained by a network of raised canals； pumps and dykes。 the village itself lay three…quarters of a mile away； high on another granite bluff； the harbor out of sight on the other side。
“the fields are flooded；” said touchstone； in a puzzled tone； as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing。
sabriel followed his gaze； and saw that what she had taken for some crop was actually silt and water； sitting tepidly where food once grew。
windmills； power for the pumps； stood silent； trefoil…shaped vanes still atop scaffolding towers； even though a salt…laden breeze blew in from the sea。
“but the pumps were charter…spelled；”
touchstone exclaimed。 “to follow the wind； to work without care 。 。 。”
“there are no people in the fields—no one on this side of the village；” mogget added； his eyes keener than the telescope in sabriel’s pack。
“nestowe’s charter stone must be broken；”
sabriel said； mouth tight； words cold。 “and i can smell a certain stench on the breeze。 there are dead in the village。”
“a boat would be the quickest way to belisaere； and i am reasonably confident of my sailing；” touchstone remarked。 “but if the dead are there； shouldn’t we 。 。 。”
“we’ll go down and get a boat；” sabriel announced firmly。 “while the sun is high。”
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chapter xvi
/小。说＋
there was a built…up path through the flooded fields； but it was submerged to ankle…depth； with occasional thigh…high slippages。
only the raised canal drains stood well above the brackish water； and they all ran towards the east； not towards the village； so sabriel and touchstone were forced to wade along the path。 mogget； of course； rode； his lean form draped around sabriel’s neck like a white fox fur。
water and mud； coupled with an uncertain path； made it slow going。 it took an hour to cover less than a mile； so it was later in the afternoon than sabriel would have wished when they finally climbed out of the water； up onto the beginnings of the village’s rocky mount。 at least the sky is clear； sabriel thought； glancing up。 the winter sun wasn’t particularly hot and couldn’t be described as glaring； but it would certainly deter most kindred of the lesser dead from venturing out。
nevertheless； they walked carefully up to the village； swords loose； sabriel with a hand to her bells。 the path wound up in a series of steps carved from the rock； reinforced here and there with bricks and mortar。 the village proper nestled on top of the bluff—about thirty cozy brick cottages； with wood…tile roofs； some painted bright colors； some dull； and some simply grey and weatherbeaten。
it was pletely silent； save for the odd gust of wind； or the mournful cry of a gull； slipping down through the air above。 sabriel and touchstone drew closer together； walking almost shoulder…to…shoulder up what passed for a main street； swords out now； eyes flickering across closed doors and shuttered windows。
both felt uneasy； nervous—a nasty； tingling； creeping sensation climbing up from spine； to nape of neck； to forehead charter mark。
sabriel also felt the presence of dead things。
lesser dead； hiding from sunlight； lurking somewhere nearby； in house or cellar。
at the end of the main street； on the highest point of the bluff； a charter stone stood on a patch of carefully tended lawn。 half of the stone had been sheared away； pieces broken and tumbled； dark stone on green turf。 a body lay in front of the stone； hands and feet bound； the gaping cut across the throat a clear sign of where the blood had e from—the blood for the sacrifice that broke the stone。
sabriel knelt by the corpse； eyes averted from the broken stone。 it was only recently ruined； she felt； but already the door to death was creaking open。 she could almost feel the cold of the currents beyond； leaking out around the stone； sucking warmth and life from the air。
things lurked there too； she knew； just beyond the border。 she sensed their hunger for life； their impatience for night to fall。
as she expected； the corpse was of a charter mage； dead but three or four days。 but she hadn’t expected to find the dead person was a woman。
wide shoulders and a muscular build had deceived her for a moment； but there was a middleaged woman before her； eyes shut； throat cut； short brown hair caked with sea salt and blood。
“the village healer；” said mogget； indicating a bracelet on her wrist with his nose。 sabriel pushed the rope bindings aside for a better look。 the bracelet was bronze with inlaid charter marks of greenstone。 dead marks now； for blood dried upon the bronze； and no pulse beat in the skin under the metal。
“she was killed three or four days ago；”
sabriel announced。 “the stone was broken at the same time。”
touchstone looked back at her and nodded grimly； then resumed watching the houses opposite。 his swords hung loosely in his hands； but sabriel noticed that his entire body was tense； like a pressed jack…in…the…box； ready to spring。
“whoever 。 。 。 whatever 。 。 。 killed her and broke the stone； didn’t enslave her spirit；”
sabriel added quietly； as if thinking to herself。
“i wonder why？”
neither mogget nor touchstone answered。
for a moment； sabriel considered asking the woman herself； but her impetuous desire for journeys into death had been soundly dampened by recent experience。 instead； she cut the woma