In the reservoir

[walksindeath]

The faint light from the Charter Stones seems to turn everything to muted grey and gold from behind Sabriel's half-closed eyes. It is warm here in the centre of the reservoir, slowly melting away the chill from crossing the water earlier. She lies still in the bottom of the boat so as not to jar her leg; it still hurts, but by now in a healthier, sorer way as the spells drain away the inflammation and infection, bolstered by the strength of the Charter stones above.

The stones are always comforting, although sometimes if she thinks too deeply, she wonders if the darker traces on the rock under the flow of charter marks are Touchstone's blood, from the many months he had spent mending them. And then she remembers coming down here the first time, into the horror of black water broken stones and oncoming Dead.

Maudlin thoughts, and probably feverish.

She closes her eyes all the way, and wills the Charter to heal her faster. There's so little time for anything, these days.

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[makesthings]

"When do you go?"

Sam asked, not even trying to hide his hope for delay. He has all the speeches written out, all he needs is the time to talk to her before she leaves, to get her help.

Its what Kait's been telling him to do, ask someone who knows and his Mother does know how terrifying The Book of the Dead can be.

[walksindeath]

"Tomorrow at dawn," Sabriel tells him reluctantly.

"Provided my leg is healed enough. Your father will ride with the real Embassy to the Northern Barbarians, and I will fly west. But I will double back to pick him up tomorrow night and we will then fly south the the House, to try to consult again with Mogget, then on to Barhedrin and the Wall. Hopefully this will confuse any spies who may be watching."

[charter_npc]

"We would stay longer," said Touchstone sadly, looking at his small family, so rarely together in one place,

"But as always duty calls--and we must answer."