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鈥渁h；鈥潯eplied sabriel； gulping； feeling the flush of embarrassment e back and spread from her cheeks to her neck。 it felt a lot like being on the receiving end of one of miss prionte鈥檚 severest social put…downs。 she hadn鈥檛 even thought about how it would look； the two of them traveling together。 certainly； in ancelstierre； it would be considered shameful； but this was the old kingdom； where things were different。 but only some things； it seemed。
鈥渓esson two hundred and seven；鈥潯uttered mogget from somewhere near her feet。 鈥渢hree out of ten。 i wonder if they鈥檝e got any freshcaught whiting？ i鈥檇 like a small one； still flopping鈥斺��
鈥渂e quiet！鈥潯abriel interrupted。 鈥測ou鈥檇 better pretend to be a normal cat for a while。鈥�
鈥渧ery well； milady。 abhorsen；鈥潯ogget replied； stalking away to sit on the other side of touchstone。
sabriel was about to reply scathingly when she saw the faintest curve at the corner of touchstone鈥檚 mouth。 touchstone？ grinning？ surprised； she misplaced the retort on her tongue； then forgot it altogether； as the four archers heaved a plank across the gap； the end smacking down onto stone with a startling bang。
鈥減lease cross quickly；鈥潯he elder said； as the men steadied the plank。 鈥渢here are many fell creatures in the village now； and i fear the day is almost done。鈥�
true to his words； cloud…shadow fell across them as he spoke； and the fresh scent of closing rain mingled with the wet and salty smell of the sea。 without further urging； sabriel ran quickly across the plank； mogget behind her； touchstone bringing up the rear。
chapter xvii
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all the survivors of nestowe were gathered in the largest of the fish…smoking sheds； save for the current shift of archers who watched the breakwater。 there had been one hundred and twenty…six villagers the week before鈥攏ow there were thirty…one。
鈥渢here were thirty…two until this morning；鈥�
the elder said to sabriel； as he passed her a cup of passable wine and a piece of dried fish atop a piece of very hard； very stale bread。 鈥渨e thought we were safe when we got to the island； but monjer stowart鈥檚 boy was found just after dawn today； sucked dry like a husk。 when we touched him； it was like 。 。 。 burnt paper； that still holds its shape 。 。 。 we touched him； and he crumbled into flakes of 。 。 。 something like ash。鈥�
sabriel looked around as the old man spoke； noting the many lanterns； candles and rush tapers that added both to the light and the smoky； fishy atmosphere of the shed。 the survivors were a very mixed group鈥攎en； women and children； from very young to the elder himself。 their only mon characteristic was the fear pinching their faces； the fear showing in their nervous； staccato movement。
鈥渨e think one of them鈥檚 here；鈥潯aid a woman； her voice long gone beyond fear to fatalism。 she stood alone； acpanied by the clear space of tragedy。 sabriel guessed she had lost her family。
husband； children鈥攑erhaps parents and siblings； too； for she wasn鈥檛 over forty。
鈥渋t鈥檒l take us； one by one；鈥潯he woman continued； matter…of…fact； her voice filling the shed with dire certainty。 around her； people shuffled； twitchily； not looking at her； as if to meet her gaze would be to accept her words。
most looked at sabriel and she saw hope in their eyes。 not blind faith； or plete confidence； but a gambler鈥檚 hope that a new horse might change a run of losses。
鈥渢he abhorsen who came when i was young；鈥�
the elder continued鈥攁nd sabriel saw that at his age； this would be his memory alone； of all the villagers鈥斺�渢his abhorsen told me that it was his purpose to slay the dead。 he saved us from the haunts that came in the merchant鈥檚 caravan。 is it still the same； lady？ will abhorsen save us from the dead？鈥�
sabriel thought for a moment； her mind mentally flicking through the pages of the book of the dead； feeling it stir in the backpack that sat by her feet。 her thoughts strayed to her father； the forthing journey to belisaere； the way in which dead enemies seemed to be arrayed against her by some controlling mind。
鈥渋 will ensure this island is free of the dead；鈥�
she said at last； speaking clearly so all could hear her。 鈥渂ut i cannot free the mainland village。
there is a greater evil at work in the kingdom鈥攖hat same evil that has broken your charter stone鈥攁nd i must find and defeat it as soon as i can。 when that is done； i will return鈥敗 hope with other help鈥攁nd both village and charter stone will be restored。鈥�
鈥渨e understand；鈥潯eplied the elder。 he seemed saddened； but philosophic。 he continued； speaking more to his people than to sabriel。 鈥渨e can survive here。 there is the spring； and the fish。 we have boats。 if callibe has not fallen to the dead； we can trade； for vegetables and other stuffs。鈥�
鈥測ou will have to keep watching the breakwater；鈥�
touchstone said。 he stood behind sabriel鈥檚 chair； the very image of a stern bodyguard。
鈥渢he dead鈥攐r their living slaves鈥敗ay try to fill it in with stones； or push across a bridge。 they can cross running water by building bridges of boxed grave dirt。鈥�
鈥渟o； we are besieged；鈥潯aid a man to the front of the mass of villagers。 鈥渂ut what of this dead thing already here on the island； already preying upon us？ how will you find it？鈥�
silence fell as the questioner spoke； for this was the one answer everyone wanted to hear。 rain sounded loud on the roof in the absence of human speech； steady rain； as had been falling since late afternoon。 the dead disliked the rain； sabriel thought inconsequentially； as she considered this question。 rain didn鈥檛 destroy； but it hurt and irritated the dead。 wherever the dead thing was on the island； it would be out of the rain。
she stood up with that thought。 thirty…one pairs of eyes watched her； hardly blinking； despite the cloying smoke from too many lanterns； candles and tapers。 touchstone watched the villagers； mogget watched a piece of fish； sabriel closed her eyes； questing outward with other senses； trying to feel the presence of the dead。
it was there鈥攁 faint； conce