Sabriel glances at Touchstone, almost in hesitation.
But they agreed, and no matter that these are their children - they should know.
"We think that they plan to bring all two hundred thousand Southerling refugees into the Old Kingdom - and kill them," she says, and her voice comes out very quiet. "Two hundred thousand deaths in a single poisoned minute, to make an avenue out of Death for every spirit that has lingered there from the First Precinct to the very precipice of the Ninth Gate. The summon a host of the Dead greater than any that has ever walked in life. A host that we could not possibly defeat, even if all the Abhorsens who have ever lived were somehow to stand against them."
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Date: 2010-03-20 01:10 am (UTC)But they agreed, and no matter that these are their children - they should know.
"We think that they plan to bring all two hundred thousand Southerling refugees into the Old Kingdom - and kill them," she says, and her voice comes out very quiet. "Two hundred thousand deaths in a single poisoned minute, to make an avenue out of Death for every spirit that has lingered there from the First Precinct to the very precipice of the Ninth Gate. The summon a host of the Dead greater than any that has ever walked in life. A host that we could not possibly defeat, even if all the Abhorsens who have ever lived were somehow to stand against them."