Breaking and Bonding.
Chapter 4
Sam furrowed his brow. He was in his workshop, trying to figure out his bell experiment. He made many lists and charts but to no purpose or eventual result. As he did so many months ago, Sam walked along the tower wall talking to any guard that would listen.
"And if the original seven bells were made/bound from real people I need to bind my new ones to people, too. I reckon Lirael still has that statue that the Dog came from, but how else would I find the descendents of the seven? I mean, that leaves six of them still yet to be found!" He mumbled to Yavanna, a tall dark skinned guard from the region far north of the Clayr's glacier.
"Perhaps If I use the seven that bound Orannis." Sam spoke the Destroyer's name freely but Yavanna shivered, her eyes going cold. Sam took no notice and ranted on.
"Then maybe their blood or something mixed with the metal and some binding spells would." He trailed off, wandering in the direction of his storeroom. Ellimere intercepted him however and yabbered on and on about the goings on at her detested (by Sam) Petty Court.
"And the criminal was sooooo obsessed with the charm he stole that he couldn't help but bragging about stealing it!" She giggled her deep chuckle.
"He was about as yellow as a daffodil when the truth spell finally got to him but he kept telling us how he didn't do it but whoever did was perfect at it and blah blah blah and how it was the perfect crime for the guy. Finally I looked at him and said 'except the fact he was caught.' That silenced him" She winked.
Ellimere knew she could not send her brother off to do work at the petty court or some other various dreaded social activities because the Abhorsen Queen, Sabriel, her mother had forbidden it due to the fact Sam was working on creating the new bells.
Ellimere wished her brother good luck in his experiments and wandered of to due more regent-ly work. Sam sighed and opened the door to his workroom.
The Abhorsen Queen Sabriel, Sameth and Ellimere's mother and Lirael's half sister, pursed her lips and whistled a tune. The tune was a nice, peaceful one and was far too beautiful to be normal. Indeed that was correct for the Queen was whistling a fairly powerful whether spell to calm the gale-force winds slamming against her Paperwing.
Paperwings were certainly not created for heavy winds and they preferred not to fly in the dark. Sabriel's brow furrowed as she put more force into her whistle. Now, there was urgency in the tune and more of a frantic determination in her eyes. The sun was setting: her last reliable defense other than water against the dead about.
King Touchstone I, bastard prince and Sabriel's husband looked at his wife with worried eyes. He was aesthetically pleasing to the eye with a muscular physique and dark curls tight around his head. He too added his whistle to hers and together they calmed the growing tempest. His eyes narrowed however for on the horizon clouds of birds, moving fast were heading toward them with speed unique to the Dead.
Gore Crows.
Far away from Belisaere and the Royal Paperwing, a medium sized boat sped with urgency toward a sparkling shape in the distance. On the boat, Nick was knifing pieces of wood with a spell Lirael taught him. Their boat soon reached the underground dock of the Glacier and Lirael told Nick to wait. She rushed up and for some reason she found her feet leading her toward the forbidden Observatory.
Sanar and Ryelle were there talking hurriedly. They gave a cry when they saw Lirael and embraced her tightly.
"What do you need sister? Actually we have Seen what you need. Come, and discover!" They said in unison. Soon, Nick and Lirael, blindfolded, were being led through the pathways of the Observatory.
AFTERWARD;
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