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h tower； as i imagine mrs。 umbrade will be 。 。 。 err 。 。 。 deep in thought。 mrs。 swann； you鈥檇 best round up cook and the maids鈥攇et some fresh water； food and candles； too。 mr。 arkler； if you would be so kind as to fetch the swords from the gymnasium 。 。 。鈥�
seeing that all was under control； sabriel sighed； and quickly walked back outside； past soldiers stringing oil lamps up in the corridor。 despite them； it was still lighter outside； the sky washed red and orange with the last sunlight of the day。
touchstone and the scouts had the sarcophagus down； and roped up。 it now seemed to glow with its own； ugly inner light； the flickering free magic marks floating on the surface like scum； or clots in blood。 apart from the scouts pulling the ropes； no one went close to it。 soldiers were everywhere； coiling out barbed wire； filling sandbags from the rose gardens； preparing firing positions on the second floor； tying trip flares。
but in all this motion； there was an empty circle around the glistening coffin of rogir。
sabriel walked towards touchstone； feeling the reluctance in her legs； her body revolting at the thought of going any closer to the bloody luminescence of the sarcophagus。 it seemed to radiate stronger waves of nausea now； now that the sun had almost fled。 in the twilight； it looked larger； stronger； its magic more forceful and malign。
鈥減ull！鈥潯houted touchstone； heaving on the ropes with the soldiers。 鈥減ull！鈥�
slowly； the sarcophagus slid across the old paving stones； inching towards the front steps； where other soldiers were hastily hammering a wooden ramp together； fitting it over the steps。
sabriel decided to leave touchstone to it； and walked a little way down the drive； to where she could see out the iron gates。 she stood there； watching； her hands nervously running over the handles of the bells。 six bells； now鈥攁ll probably ineffective against the awful might of kerrigor。
and an unfamilar sword； strange to her touch； even if it was forged by the wallmaker。
the wallmaker。 that reminded her of mogget。
who knew what he had been； that strange bination of irascible panion to the abhorsens and blazing free magic construct sworn to kill them。 gone now； swept away by the mournful call of astarael 。 。 。
i left this place knowing almost nothing about the old kingdom； and i鈥檝e e back with not much more； sabriel thought。 i am the most ignorant abhorsen in centuries； and perhaps one of the most sorely tried 。 。 。
a clatter of shots interrupted her thoughts； followed by the zing of a rocket arcing up into the sky； its yellow trail reaching down towards the road。 more shots followed。 a rapid volley鈥攖hen sudden silence。 the rocket burst into a white parachute flare； that slowly descended。 in its harsh； magnesium brilliance； sabriel saw fog rolling up the road； thick and wet； stretching back into the dark as far as she could see。
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chapter xxviii
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sabriel forced herself to walk back to the main doors； rather than break into a screaming run。 lots of soldiers could see her鈥敗hey were still placing lanterns out in lines； radiating out from the steps； and several soldiers were holding a coil of concertina wire； waiting to bounce it out。 they looked anxiously at her as she passed。
the sarcophagus was just slipping off the ramp into the corridor ahead of her。 sabriel could easily have pushed past it； but she waited outside； looking out。 after a moment； she became aware that horyse was standing next to her； his face half…lit by the lanterns； half in shadow。
鈥渢he fog 。 。 。 the fog is almost at the gates；鈥�
she said； too quickly to be calm。
鈥渋 know；鈥潯eplied horyse； steadily。 鈥渢hat firing was a picket。 six men and a corporal。鈥�
sabriel nodded。 she had felt their deaths； like slight punches in her stomach。 already she was hardening herself not to notice； to wilfully dull her senses。 there would be many more deaths that night。
suddenly； she felt something that wasn鈥檛 a death； but things already dead。 she stood bolt upright； and exclaimed； 鈥渃olonel！ the sun is truly down鈥攁nd something鈥檚 ing； ing ahead of the fog！鈥�
she drew her sword as she spoke； the colonel鈥檚 blade flickering out a second later。 the wiring party looked around； startled； then bolted for the steps and the corridor。 on either side of the door； two…man teams cocked the heavy； tripodmounted machine…guns； and laid their swords across the newly made sandbag walls。
鈥渟econd floor； stand ready！鈥潯oryse shouted； and above her head； sabriel heard the bolts of fifty rifles working。 out of the corner of her eye； she saw two of the scouts step back outside； and take up position behind her； arrows nocked； bows ready。 she knew they were ready to snatch her inside； if it came to that 。 。 。
in the expectant quiet； there were only the usual sounds of the night。 wind in the big trees out past the school wall； starting to rise as the sky darkened。 crickets beginning to chirp。 then sabriel heard it鈥攖he massed grinding of dead joints； no longer joined by gristle； the padding of dead feet； bones like hobnails clicking through necrotic flesh。
鈥渉ands；鈥潯he said； nervously。 鈥渉undreds of hands。鈥�
even as she spoke； a solid wall of dead flesh hit the iron gates； throwing them over in a split second鈥檚 crash。 then vaguely human forms were everywhere； rushing towards them； dead mouths gulping and hissing in a ghastly parody of a war cry。
鈥渇ire！鈥�
in the instant鈥檚 delay after this mand； sabriel felt the terrible fear that the guns wouldn鈥檛 work。 then rifles cracked； and the machine…guns beat out a terrible； barking roar； red tracer rounds flinging out； ricocheting from the paving in a crazy embroidery of terrible violence。 bullets tore dead flesh； splintered bone； knocked the hands down and over鈥攂ut still they came； till they were literally torn apart； broken into pieces； hung up on the wire。
the firing slowed； but before it could entirely cease； another wave of hands came stumbling； crawling； running through the gateway； slipping； tumbling over the wall。 hundreds of them； so densely packed they crushed the wire and came on； till the last of them were mown down by the guns at the very foot of the front steps。 some； still with a slight vestige of human intelligence； retreated； only to be caught in great gouts of flame from white phosphorus grenades thrown out from the second floor。
鈥渟abriel鈥攇et inside！鈥潯oryse ordered； as the last of the hands flopped and crawled in crazy circles； till more bullets thudded into them and made them still。
鈥測es；鈥潯eplied sabriel； looking out at the carpet of bodies； the flickering fires from the lanterns and lumps of phosphorus burning like candles in some ghastly charnel house。 the stench of cordite was in her nose； through her hair； on her clothes； the machine…gun鈥檚 barrels glowing an evil red to either side of her。 the hands were already dead； but even so； this mass destruction made her sicker than any free magic 。 。 。
she went inside； sheathing her sword。 only then did she remember the bells。 possibly； she could have quelled that vast mob of hands； sent them peaceably back into death； without鈥敗ut it was too late。 and what if she had been overmastered？ shadow hands would be next； she knew； and they could not be stopped by physical force； or her bells； unless they came in small numbers 。 。 。
and that was as likely as an early dawn 。 。 。
there were more soldiers in the corridor； but these were mailed and helmed； with large shields and broad…headed spears streaked with silver and the simplest charter marks； drawn in chalk and spit。 they were smoking； and drinking tea from the school鈥檚 second…best china。 sabriel realized they were there to fight when the guns failed。 there was an air of controlled nervousness about them鈥攏ot bravado exactly； just a strange mixture of petence and cynicism。 whatever it was； it made sabriel walk casually among them； as if she were in no hurry at all。
鈥渆vening； miss。鈥�
鈥済ood to hear the guns； hey？ practically never work up north！鈥�
鈥渨on鈥檛 need us at this rate。鈥�
鈥渘ot like the perimeter； is it； ma鈥檃m？鈥�
鈥済ood luck with the bloke in the metal cigar case； miss。鈥�
鈥済ood luck to all of you；鈥潯eplied sabriel； trying to smile in answer to their grins。 then the firing started again； and she winced； losing the smile鈥攂ut their attention was off her； focused back outside。 they weren鈥檛 nearly as casual as they pretended； sabriel thought as she edged through the side doors leading from the corridor into the great hall。
here； the mood was much more frightened。
the sarcophagus was up the far end of the hall； resting across the speaker鈥檚 dais。 everyone else was as far away as possible up at the other end。
the scouts were on one side； also drinking tea。 magistrix greenwood was talking to touchstone in the middle； and the thirty or so girls鈥攜oung women； really鈥攚ere lined up on the opposite wall to the soldiers。 it was all rather like a bizarre parody of a school dance。
behind the thick stone walls and shuttered windows of the great hall； the gunfire could almost be mistaken for extremely heavy hail； wit