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“your father？” touchstone mumbled。 “mogget？”
“dad’s dead；” said sabriel。 her face was posed； but her eyes overflowed into tears。 “he’ll go quickly beyond the final gate。 mogget—i don’t know。”
she fingered the silver ring on her hand； frowned； and bent to pick up the sword she’d taken from touchstone。
“e on；” she ordered。 “we have to get up to the west yard。 quickly。”
“the west yard？” asked touchstone； retrieving his own sword。 he was confused and sick； but he forced himself up。 “of the palace？”
“yes；” replied sabriel。 “let’s go。”
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chapter xxiv
。小［说网｝
the sunshine was harsh to their eyes； for it was surprisingly only a little past noon。 they stumbled out onto the marble steps of the cave； blinking like nocturnal animals prematurely flushed out of an underground warren。
sabriel looked around at the quiet； sunlit trees； the placid expanse of grass； the clogged fountain。
everything seemed so normal； so far removed from the crazed and twisted chamber of horrors that was the reservoir； deep beneath their feet。
she looked at the sky； too； losing focus in the blue； retreating lines of clouds just edging about the fuzzy periphery of her vision。 my father is dead； she thought。 gone forever 。 。 。
“the road winds around the south…western part of palace hill；” a voice said； somewhere near her； beyond the blueness。
“what？”
“the road。 up to the west yard。”
it was touchstone talking。 sabriel closed her eyes； told herself to concentrate； to get a grip on the here and now。 she opened her eyes and looked at touchstone。
he was a mess。 face blood…streaked from his bleeding lip； hair wet； plastered flat； armor and clothes darkly sodden。 water dripped down the sword he still held out； angled to the ground。
“you didn’t tell me you were a prince；” sabriel said； in a conversational tone。 she might have been menting on the weather。 her voice sounded strange in her own ears； but she didn’t have the energy to do anything about it。
“i’m not；” touchstone replied； shrugging。 he looked up at the sky while he spoke。 “the queen was my mother； but my father was an obscure northern noble； who ‘took up with her’ a few years after her consort’s death。 he was killed in a hunting accident before i was born 。 。 。 look； shouldn’t we be going？ to the west yard？”
“i suppose so；” sabriel said dully。 “father said there will be a paperwing waiting for us there； and the clayr； to tell us where to go。”
“i see；” said touchstone。 he came closer； and peered at sabriel’s vacant eyes； then took her unresisting and oddly floppy arm； and steered her towards the line of beech trees that marked a path to the western end of the park。 sabriel walked obediently； increasing her pace as touchstone sped up； till they were practically jogging。 touchstone was pushing on her arm； with many backward glances； sabriel moving with a sleepwalker’s jerky animation。
a few hundred yards from the ornamental caves； the beeches gave way to more lawn； and a road started up the side of palace hill； switchbacking twice to the top。
the road was well paved； but the flagstones had pushed up； or sunk down； over two decades without maintenance； and there were some quite deep ruts and holes。 sabriel caught her foot in one and she almost fell； touchstone just catching her。 but this small shock seemed to break her from the effects of the larger shock； and she found a new alertness cutting through her dumb despair。
“why are we running？”
“those scavengers are following us；”
touchstone replied shortly； pointing back through the park。 “the ones who had the children at the gate。”
sabriel looked where he pointed and； sure enough； there were figures slowly moving through the beech…lined path。 all nine were there； close together； laughing and talking。
they seemed confident sabriel and touchstone could not escape them； and their mood looked to be that of casual beaters； easily driving their stupid prey to a definite end。 one of them saw sabriel and touchstone watching and used a gesture that distance made unclear； but was probably obscene。 laughter carried to them； borne by the breeze。 the men’s intentions were clear。 hostile。
“i wonder if they deal with the dead；”
sabriel said bleakly； revulsion in those words。
“to do their deeds when sunlight lends its aid to the living 。 。 。”
“they mean no good； anyway；” said touchstone； as they set off again； building up from a fast walk to a jog。 “they have bows and i bet they can shoot； unlike the villagers of nestowe。”
“yes；” replied sabriel。 “i hope there is a paperwing up there 。 。 。”
she didn’t need to expand upon what would happen if it wasn’t。 neither of them were in any shape for fighting； or much charter magic； and nine bowmen could easily finish them off—or capture them。 if the men were working for kerrigor； it would be capture； and the knife； down in the dark of the reservoir 。 。 。
the road grew steeper； and they jogged in silence； breath ing fast and ragged； with none to spare for words。 touchstone coughed； and sabriel looked at him with concern； till she realized she was coughing too。 the shape they were in； it might not take an arrow to finish matters。
the hill would do it anyway。
“not 。 。 。 much 。 。 。 further；” touchstone gasped as they turned at the switchback； tired legs gaining a few seconds of relief on the flat； before starting the next incline。
sabriel started to laugh； a bitter； coughing laugh； because it was still a lot further。 the laugh became a shocked cry as something struck her in the ribs like a sucker punch。 she fell sideways； into touchstone； carrying both of them down onto the hard flagstones。 a long…shot arrow had found its mark。
“sabriel！” touchstone shouted； voice high with fear and anger。 he shouted her name again； and then sabriel suddenly felt charter magic explode into life within him。 as it grew； he leapt up； and thrust his arms out and down towards the enemy； towards that over…gifted marksman。
eight small suns flowered at his fingertips； grew to the size of his clenched fists； and shot out； leaving white trails of after…image in the air。 a split second later； a scream from below testified to their finding at least one target。
numbly； sabriel wondered how touchstone could possibly still have the strength for such a spell。 wonder became surprise as he suddenly bent and lifted her up； pack and all； cradling her in his arms—all in one easy motion。 she screamed a little as the arrow shifted in her side； but touchstone didn’t seem to notice。 he threw his head back； roared out an animal…like challenge； and started to run up the road； gathering speed from an ungainly lurch to an inhuman sprint。 froth burst from his lips； blowing out over his chin and onto sabriel。 every vein and muscle in his neck and face corded out； and his eyes went wild with unseeing energy。
he was berserk； and nothing could stop him now； save total dismemberment。 sabriel shivered in his grasp and turned her face into his chest； too disturbed to look on the savage； snorting face that bore so little resemblance to the touchstone she knew。 but at least he was running away from the enemy 。 。 。
on he ran； leaving the road； climbing over the tumbled stones of what had once been a gateway； hardly pausing； jumping from one rock to another with goat…like precision。 his face was as bright red as a fire engine now； the pulse in his neck beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings。
sabriel； forgetting her own wound in sudden fear that his heart would burst； started shouting at him； begging him to e out of the rage。
“touchstone！ we’re safe！ put me down！ stop！ please； stop！”
he didn’t hear her； his whole concentration bent on their path。 through the ruined gateway he ran； on along a walled path； nostrils wide； head darting from side to side like a scentfollowing hound。
“touchstone！ touchstone！” sabriel sobbed； beating on his chest with her hands。 “we’ve got away！ i’m all right！ stop！ stop！”
still he ran； through another arch； along a raised way； the stones falling away under his feet； down a short stair； jumping gaping holes。 a closed door halted him for a mo