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“father said you would be here 。 。 。 that you have been watching for us； and watching for where kerrigor has his body。”
“yes；” replied the clayr。 “well； not us exactly。
we’ve only been allowed to be the clayr today； because we’re the best paperwing pilots 。 。 。”
“or actually； ryelle is 。 。 。” one of the twins said； pointing at the other。 “but since she would need a paperwing to fly home in； two paperwings were needed； so 。 。 。”
“sanar came too；” ryelle continued； pointing back at her sister。
“both of us；” they chorused。 “now； there isn’t much time。 you can take the red and gold paperwing 。 。 。 we painted it in the royal colors when we knew last week。 but first； there’s kerrigor’s body。”
“yes；” said sabriel。 her father’s—her family’s— the kingdom’s enemy。 for her to deal with。 her burden； no matter how heavy； and how feeble her shoulders currently felt； she had to bear it。
“his body is in ancelstierre；” said the twins。
“but our vision is weak across the wall； so we don’t have a map； or know the place names。
we’ll have to show you—and you’ll have to remember。”
“yes；” agreed sabriel； feeling like a dull student promising to deal with a question quite beyond her。 “yes。”
the clayr nodded； and smiled again。 their teeth were very white and even。 one； possibly ryelle—sabriel had already got them confused— brought a bottle made of clear green glass out from the flowing sleeve of her robe； the telltale flash of charter magic showing it hadn’t been there before。 the other woman—sanar— produced a long ivory wand out of her sleeve。
“ready？” they asked each other simultaneously； and； “yes；” before their question had even penetrated sabriel’s tired brain。
ryelle unstoppered the bottle with a resonant “pop；” and in one quick motion； poured out the contents along a horizontal line。 sanar； equally quickly； drew the wand across the falling water—and it froze in mid…air； to form a pane of transparent ice。 a frozen window； suspended in front of sabriel。
“watch；” manded the women； and sanar tapped the ice…window with her wand。 it clouded over at that touch； briefly showed a scene of whirling snow； a glimpse of the wall； then steadied into a moving vision—much like a film shot from a traveling car。 wyverley college had frowned on films； but sabriel had been to see quite a few in bain。 this was much the same； but in color； and she could hear natural sounds as clearly as if she were there。
the window showed typical ancelstierran farmland—a long field of wheat； ripe for the harvest； with a tractor stopped in the distance； its driver chatting with another man perched atop a cart； his two draft…horses standing stolidly； peering out through their blinkers。
the view raced closer towards these two men； veered around them with a snatch of caught conversation； and continued—following a road； up and over a hill； through a small wood and up to a crossroads； where the gravel intersected with a macadamized route of greater importance。 there was a sign there； and the “eye；” or whatever it was； zoomed up to it； till the signpost filled the whole of the ice…window。 “wyverley ？ miles；”
it read； directing travelers along the major road； and they were off again； shooting down towards wyverley village。
a few seconds later； the moving image slowed； to show the familiar houses of wyverley village； the blacksmith…cum…mechanic’s shop； the wyvern public house； the constable’s trim house with the blue lantern。 all landmarks known to sabriel。 she concentrated even more carefully； for surely the vision； having shown her a fixed point of reference； would now race off to parts of ancelstierre which were unknown to her。
but the picture still moved slowly。 at a walking pace； it went through the village； and turned off the road； following a bridle…path up the forested hill known as docky point。 a nice enough hill； to be sure； covered by a cork tree plantation； with some quite old trees。 its only point of interest was the rectangular cairn upon the hilltop 。 。 。 the cairn 。 。 。 the image changed； closing in on the huge； grey…green stones； square…cut and tightly packed together。 a relatively recent folly； sabriel remembered from their local history lessons。 a little less than two hundred years old。 she’d almost visited it once； but something had changed her mind 。 。 。
the image changed again； somehow sinking through the stone； down between the lines of mortar； zigzagging around the blocks； to the dark chamber at its heart。 for an instant the icewindow went pletely dark； then light came。 a bronze sarcophagus lay under the cairn； metal crawling with free magic perversions of charter marks。 the vision dodged these shifting marks； penetrated the bronze。 a body lay inside； a living body； wreathed in free magic。
the scene shifted； moving with jagged difficulty to the face of the body。 a handsome face； that swam closer and closer into focus； a face that showed what kerrigor once had been。 the human face of rogir； his features clearly showing that he had shared a mother with touchstone。
sabriel stared； sickened and fascinated by the similarities between the half…brothers—then the vision suddenly blurred； spinning into greyness； greyness acpanied by rushing water。 death。
something huge and monstrous was wading against the current； a jagged cutting of darkness； formless and featureless； save for two eyes that burned with unnatural flame。 it seemed to see her beyond the ice…window； and lurched forward； two arms like blown storm clouds reaching forward。
“abhorsen’s get！” screamed kerrigor。 “your blood will gush upon the stones 。 。 。”
his arms seemed about to e through the window； but suddenly； the ice cracked； the pieces collapsing into a pile of swift…melting slush。
“you saw；” the clayr said together。 it wasn’t a question。 sabriel nodded； shaking； her thoughts still on the likeness between kerrigor’s original human body and touchstone。 where was the fork in their paths？ what had put rogir’s feet on the long road that led to the abomination known as kerrigor？ “we have four minutes；” announced sanar。
“till the slavers e。 we’ll help you get the king to your paperwing； shall we？”
“yes； please；” replied sabriel。 despite the fear… some sight of kerrigor’s raw spirit form； the vision had imbued her with a new and definite sense of purpose。 kerrigor’s body was in ancelstierre。 she would find it and destroy it； and then deal with his spirit。 but they had to get to the body first 。 。 。
the two women lifted touchstone up； grunting with the effort。 he was no lightweight at any time； and now was even heavier； still sodden with water from his ducking in the reservoir。 but the clayr； despite their rather ethereal appearance； seemed to manage well enough。
“we wish you luck； cousin；” they said； as they walked slowly to the red and gold paperwing； balanced so close to the edge of the broken wall； the saere glistening white and blue below。
“cousin？” sabriel murmured。 “i suppose we are cousins—of a sort； aren’t we？”
“blood relatives； all the children of the great charters；” the clayr agreed。 “though the clan dwindles 。 。 。”