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Lirael yawned and opened her eyes to the bright lights. A sending had thrown open the curtains.
She frowned and sat up. On the bed lay her remembrancer surcoat.
The sendings of Abhorsen's House were push and firm. Lirael was soon undergoing a strict brushing of hair and face washing. The sendings were magical and therefore did not understand personal space.
Lirael managed to don her clothing, then headed to the dining hall for breakfast. The hall was set only for two, as Sabriel was not there. Instead, Sameth, Lirael's nephew and a wallmaker was seated.
"Hello Sam," Lirael greeted him, "Was your trip quick?" Sameth had arrived earlier that morning in a paperwing.
Sam had just taken a bite of fish. Chewing quickly he answered, "Yes, and this paperwing is much faster." Sam had created a new, faster paperwing for quick travel.
Lirael nodded, "Did Sabriel tell you why I sent for you?"
Sameth shook his head, "Is it your hand? I might have to fix it if too much free magic was in contact with it." Lirael's golden hand was constantly freezing as the result of the charter and free magic mixing.
"No, my hand is fine. But, I am concerned about something else. I'll tell you after you eat breakfast."
Sam, in his excitement, finished breakfast quickly. He was very please that he could help out his Aunt Lirael.
Lirael led the way to the Abhorsen's study. Although it was technically Sabriel's, Lirael used it. Sabriel was usually at the palace or fighting the dead.
Lirael came and sat down at the desk. It was huge and made of reddish wood. Dragon Desk, for its legs were carved with dragons.
Sam frowned, "Is it a book? You know that I hate translating those things."
"No, Not a book, No."
She turned to the desk. Quickly, she drew her dagger. The needle sharp point plunged into her finger. Blood spurted out gently and Lirael pressed her finger to a small metal square.
The ancient desk split in two.