The last blocks came away slowly, pulled out by sweating, white-faced men, their hands and legs shivering, breath ragged. As soon as the way was clear, they staggered back, away from the , seeking patches of sunlight to bat the dreadful chill that seemed to eat at their bones. One soldier, a dapper man with a white-blond moustache, fell down the hill, and lay retg, till stretcher-bearers ran up to take him away.
Sabriel looked at the dark hole in the , and saw the faint, uling sheen from the bronze sarcophagus within. She felt sick too, with the hair on the back of her neck frizzing up, skin crawling. The air seemed thick with the reek of Free Magic, a hard, metallic taste in her mouth.
“We will have to spell it open,” she announced, with a sinki. “The sarcophagus is very strongly protected. I think . . . the best thing would be if I go in with Touchstoaking my hand, Horyse his, and so on, to form a line reinfort of the Charter Magic. Does everyone k……（内容加载失败！）
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