Kerrigor seemed to have finished with the Free Magic thing that had once been Mogget. His great cloud of darkness was plete again, with no sign of white fire, no dazzling brilliance fighting away within.
He was remarkably still, and Sabriel had a moment’s brief hope that he was somehow wouhen the awful realization came.
Kerrigor was digesting, like a glutton after an overly ambitious meal.
Sabriel shuddered at the thought, bile tainting her mouth. Not that her end was likely to be better. Both she and Touchstone would be taken alive, ahat way, till they pumped out their life’s blood, throats yawning, down in the dark of the reservoir . . .
She shook her head, dispelling that image.
There had to be something . . . Kerrigor had to be weaker, so far from the Old Kingdom . . .
perhaps weakened more than her Charter Magic. She doubted that a single bell could sway him, but two, in cert? It was dark in the Hall, save for the moonlight falling through the sh……（内容加载失败！）
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