Sabriel
pocketed the newly bound Hish and headed back to the paperwing.
Sabriel was almost there when a blinding flash of light hit Sabriel.
Lirael drew Saraneth and looked for the attacker when another flash
of light hit Lirael.
At home Sam was working on a model of the
Abhorsen's house trying to make the current of the mini Ratterlin
split. He had created most of the Old Kingdom but couldn't make the
current split in two round the island that the house sat on. Sam did
these things when there was little else to do. After searching for
hours through the books in library Sam gave up. He went back to the
castle to meet his mum and aunt who should be back by now. After
meandering through the streets of Belisaere back to the castle Sam
had the strange feeling that something wasn't right but pushed it
to the back of his mind. Sam reached the castle and went to the study
to meet his mother and aunt but only Ellemere was there holding a
small hawk in her hands and a sad look upon her face. Ellemere said a
Charter mark and the hawk spoke "we are sorry to inform you that
the Abhorsen and the Abhorsen-in-waiting are…are dead." Ellemere
cut it of there and spoke
"They found the paperwing near Edge by The Destroyer's place there was no sign of struggle," Sam slumped down onto a chair, stunned.
"Dead?" he repeated,
"Yes"
Sam was stunned by this revelation, how could this happen? He thought, they can't die? Surely, this isn't happening. Sam slowly stood up and walked to the tower were he would sit and think. Upon reaching the tower Sam found a small white cat sitting in the chair. "oh, hello Mogget" Sam sighed
"Why so glum, young prince?" Mogget inquired
"Haven't you heard, Mogget, Sabriel and Lirael are…dead"
"You silly prince" Mogget said "The Abhorsen is not dead!"
"What!"
"Sabriel and Lirael are protected by forces beyond our understanding or control, Sabriel cannot die until there is one sufficiently skilled enough to take her place thus Lirael at the least is not dead and I doubt that the Abhorsen is dead without you feeling it"
"I felt something strange earlier. Was that it?"
"It depends,"
"On what"
"What kind of feeling it was"
"Well it was as if something was going wrong somewhere"
"Well than that's not it!"
"It's not!"
"No, if the Abhorsen had died you would've felt a great sadness upon you immediately"
"But what of my strange feeling"
"You were most likely hungry, now I must sleep" Ranna, the small bell round its neck, tinkled gently and Sam yawned "Yes, so must I, I think"
