For the remainder of the day Artemis went about from store front to store front looking for a sword such as to the like of the man’s. But there seemed to be a lack in such a thing, and when she asked one of the store owners about it, he laughed.
However, it seemed as if Artemis had been mistaken when thinking the stand of any real value, as she was sourly disappointed. The shape of many of the swords in the stand was poor at best and the few that were in descent shape were of no consequence to her. Artemis sighed, when something dark caught her eye.
As the tops of humble roofs became visible in the distance, Sabriel realized what Mogget meant. The stench of rotting flesh wafted from the town, faintly at first, and then overpoweringly. High Rock was swarming with Dead.
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A few more minutes and the small army of Dead had disappeared into the woods, their screams fading and leaving Sabriel standing in silence. It didn’t take her long to weave her way back through town, finding all the revenants who had been unfortunate enough to be bound and sending them to their final rest.
She made camp by dropping her pack on the ground and kicking her bedroll open. The nights were mild at this time of year, and she didn’t bother with a fire. With a hard day behind them and the sun setting, Mogget curled up at the foot of Sabriel’s bedroll and prepared to do even more hard napping. But Sabriel showed no signs of sleepiness as she approached the broken Charter Stone with a contemplative look on her face.
“I know,” said Sabriel, “I’m just looking.” With careful concentration, she was able to control the effects of being near the stone and focus on what needed to be done. The stone had once been tall, like a rough obelisk, but was now split down the middle. The two halves sat slightly apart, leaving a gap that was a hand’s-width wide at the top and that narrowed as it went down. At the base of the stone, where it was stained with old, rust-colored blood, it was still in one piece. Sabriel could see the Charter marks on the stone, still and lifeless, but in them she could read hope. The Charter that had once flowed through this place was not dead, but merely damaged. In the remnants of the stone, Sabriel could see the places where the order had been disrupted, and she could see what she had to do to realign Gucci Outlet -Gucci Us, Cheap Gucci Outlet Us.
Heedless of her fatigue, she placed her hands on the stone and began chanting Charter marks. She didn’t know exactly what she was doing, but she thought she could feel a sense of rightness, of communion with the Charter. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know the exact marks; the Charter wanted to be put right, and it would guide her tongue and her hand. She even thought she could feel the stone respond to her efforts, becoming warm under her touch and glowing faintly.