nored it, quelling t  bile to ting to truggle er mark.

    S golden lines s and te, if s  sook off ing the bells.

    “Ranna,” souc, t bell. Ranna t, lo brougs wake.

    “Mosrael.” to Deat brougener into Life.

    “Kibet and contrary bell. It could give freedom of movement to one of t gate. Many a necromancer umbled .

    “Dyrim.” A musical bell, of clear and pretty tone. Dyrim  ten lost. But Dyrim could also still a tongue t moved too freely.

    “Belgaer.” Anotricksome bell, t sougo ring of its o necromancers scorned to use. It could restore independent t, memory and all tterns of a living person. Or, slipping in a careless hem.

    “Saranet, lo bell. trengt so the wielder’s will.

    And last, t bell, till, even in t kept it silent.

    “Astarael, the Sorrowful,” whispered Sabriel.

    Astarael  cast everyone o Deathe ringer.

    Sabriel’s ouctled on Saranetrap and s clapper, freed of tly, like the growl of a waking bear.

    Sabriel stilled it,   to tion. Cer marks along t t and flickered into life. Sabriel c, as portents could sometimes be seen in suchings.

    Strange marks raced across transmuting into tion, one t Sabriel kneer into Death.

    Unseen by Sabriel, tion began again, but parts of it  to slay t it usually said. No continued, “the King quenched me, Abhorsen wields me.”

    Sabriel, eyes closed no t t, brig like suns timate cold and, opening  of Death.

    it of epped tiffened, and fog ble eaceadied again, but t