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GARTH NIX Sabriel AUS DEM ENGLISCHEN VON LORE STRASSL CARLSEN Veröffentlicht im CARLSEN Verlag GmbH, Hamburg Cataloguing-in-Publication entry: Nix, Garth, Sabriel. ISBN (pbk). ISBN 1 0 (pbk). I. Title. (Series: Old Kingdom trilogy ; bk. Sabriel. Old Kingdom Trilogy (Series). Book 1. Garth Nix Author Leo and Diane Dillon Illustrator (). cover image of Sabriel.
Ledig Sabriel bog med Garth Nix. Men nu er hendes far forsvundet, og Sabriel bliver kaldt tilbage for at finde ham. Sabriel has ratings and reviews. Kat Kennedy said: I picked this book up from the library and noticed stickers on the book declaring that i Book 1.
In a sacred site under the city, Sabriel briefly frees her father, who diverts the antagonist Kerrigor while the others escape. Sabriel and Touchstone then travel to Ancelstierre to destroy Kerrigor's body, which the local soldiery at their behest convey to Wyverly College, Sabriel's school.
Kerrigor and his undead followers besiege the college, killing many students and guardsmen; whereupon Mogget, in his true form, fights Kerrigor for the right to kill Sabriel. Kerrigor consumes Mogget and throws Sabriel onto her sword; whereupon she throws Mogget's binding ring over Kerrigor.
This creates two cats: Sabriel then dies, but is resurrected by her ancestors to succeed her father as the Old Kingdom's protector. The protagonist, Lirael, is raised among the Clayr ; but having coal-black hair, a pale complexion, and brown eyes, differs physically from her chestnut-skinned, white-blonde, blue or green-eyed peers, and additionally lacks their native precognition.
While trying to make a canine sending , she accidentally summons the immortal 'Disreputable Dog', thereafter her constant companion.
Sameth's father, Touchstone, thereafter conveys him to their capital Belisaere. Here he is expected to succeed his mother as the Abhorsen, a future of which he is terrified. Upon news thereof, Sameth goes in search of him, and is later joined by Mogget. Meanwhile, Lirael inherits the artifacts of a Remembrancer a clairvoyant able to view the past and is swiftly dispatched to fulfill a very recent vision of herself and Nick Sayre upon the Red Lake.
She is joined by Sameth and Mogget en route. All are attacked repeatedly and nearly overcome by Chlorr of the Mask ; but they reach the Abhorsens' House, where Lirael is identified as Sabriel's half-sister and heir, and Sameth as successor to the now-extinct 'Wallmakers'.
The Abhorsen's House is besieged by Dead Hands led by Chlorr of the Mask an undead sorceress under the control of the necromancer Hedge. Hedge himself serves Orannis the Destroyer, an immortal imprisoned millennia prior by 7 of its 8 cohorts and now desirous to destroy the biosphere. The protagonists escape the siege through a well-like opening, in whose adjoined tunnel they encounter the spirit 'Astarael' the originator of the Abhorsens' power.
Meanwhile, Prince Sameth's parents, the Abhorsen Sabriel and King Touchstone, are in Ancelstierre to stop the genocide of refugees ; but are nearly themselves killed by rebels and return to the Old Kingdom. Thereafter descendants of each of the powers that originally created the Charter unite at the two nations' dividing Wall a fictionalized Hadrian's Wall to re-enact the imprisonment of Orannis; and having done so, Lirael's 'Disreputable Dog' a self-identified remnant of the spirit 'Kibeth' revives the dead Nicholas Sayre and departs into the border dividing Life from Death.
Clariel , a prequel to the original three books of the series, is set some six hundred years before the events of Sabriel , in an Old Kingdom ruled by an absent King, Orrikan, who refuses to rule, or abdicate to someone who will, until his granddaughter returns to take the crown.
In his place, the mercantile Guilds have taken power, led by the powerful Kilp, the Guildmaster of the Goldsmiths, who rules as governor in Belisaere. Clariel is the seventeen-year-old daughter of Jaciel, a talented goldsmith, the estranged daughter of the current Abhorsen and a cousin of the King.
A descendant of two of the ancient bloodlines that bind the Kingdom to the Charter, Clariel is a berserk, uninterested in Charter Magic but whose rage and strong will gives her a latent affinity to Free Magic.
Clariel's reluctant admission to an academy for the young elite and an encounter with a Free Magic creature leaves her curious about its forbidden power. Clariel's family is killed in the fighting that follows, Clariel briefly escapes, only to be captured.
On the verge of escaping once more she is rescued and is spirited away to the Abhorsen's estates in the south, only to be locked away by the Abhorsen for her own safety.
Fearing that her parents will not be avenged, Clariel conspires with Mogget to free two of the Free Magic entities imprisoned in the House and to bind them to do her bidding. In the process of doing so, Clariel corrupts her Charter Mark, weakening her link with the Charter and her ability to perform Charter Magic, but at the same time allowing her to perform feats of magic using her own raw willpower to shape and control Free Magic.
When she reaches the city, she kills Kilp and his son and rescues the King, only to nearly be killed by the creatures she has bound. She is saved by Belatiel, the new Abhorsen, but is disfigured and badly injured.
Belatiel assists her to the forests of the far north, and gives her a bronze mask she earlier used to protect herself from Free Magic.
Clariel is destined to later become Chlorr of the Mask. Feeling restless after the events of Abhorsen and reeling from the loss of the Disreputable Dog, Lirael makes her way to The Wall to find Nicholas Sayre lying there unconscious, having woken up a Hrule.
From there, they journey to the Clayr's Glacier for further medical attention. At the same time, Ferin of the Athask is racing towards the Clayr's Glacier with an urgent message from Lirael's mother.
Chlorr of the Mask is doing everything to stop her, as she brings necromancers together to battle at the Greenwash Bridge. Nicholas is discovered to be capable of acting as a Charter Stone, and so he and Lirael journey to the north in order to send Chlorr of the Mask to her final resting place.
A Tale of the Abhorsen and Other Stories According to the publisher, "It is six months since the cataclysmic events of Abhorsen The organisation's head, Alastor Dorrance, has covertly obtained a monstrous 'Hrule' and intends to free it across the Wall; and when he attempts to do so, it runs amok, destroying numerous people until pursued by Nicholas to the Wall, where it is rendered harmless by Lirael. This short story [a] appears on the Old Kingdom series web site  as a bonus feature.
In the Old Kingdom, magic takes two forms: Free Magic or Charter Magic. The former is older, and natural in origin, whereas the latter is imposed in-universe, by the immortal 'Seven Bright Shiners' as an assurance of order.
Some Free Magic remains in the world, mainly in various breeds of monster several are named: Stilken, Margrue, Hish, Ferenk, and Hrule. The Charter is described as an "endless flow" of symbols describing the cosmos; each used by magicians to achieve psychokinesis.
The composition of spells ranges from single Charter marks to long series requiring a 'master mark' and sometimes a physical focus typically a sword or wand. Although the Abhorsen may use Free Magic without suffering long-term ill effects, typical necromancers are ultimately "devoured by the Free Magic they profess to master".
Practitioners of Charter Magic have a Charter Mark drawn on their forehead at birth. Marks unsullied by Free Magic are used to identify true Charter Mages as opposed to Free Magic sorcerers or constructs in disguise. The Five Great Charters: In Sabriel , the Five Great Charters are identified by a song:. Five Great Charters knit the land. Together linked, hand in hand.
One in the people who wear the Crown.
Two in the folk who keep the Dead down. Three and Five became stone and mortar. Four sees all in frozen water. This rhyme dictates that at some point in history the Five Great Charters were concentrated in physical objects, or human bloodlines. The bloodlines are those of the royals, the Abhorsen, the Clayr, and the Wallmakers. After this, the entire Wallmaker line physically became the Great Charter Stones and the Wall that separates the Old Kingdom from Ancelstierre, to prevent contamination of their descent.
Under the influence of the Wall, magic, both Free and Charter, exists only in the Old Kingdom; but can be practised in northern Ancelstierre, and further south if there is a strong wind from the Old Kingdom. The Dead: The Dead are ghosts with both the inclination and the ability to resist the river of Death, who re-enter the world of Life.
Though a rare few emerge into Life on their own power, most must be summoned by a necromancer or emerge near a broken Charter Stone where the Charter's influence has been severely diminished, creating a "door into Death" , or where many deaths have recently occurred. All Dead are averse to running water, and most are unable to withstand direct sunlight. There are two classes of Dead: Lesser and Greater.
The Greater Dead are usually represented by Dead from beyond the Fifth Gate spirits from the deeper realms of Death and correspondingly more powerful.
Greater Dead, such as Fifth-Gate Resters or Dead Adepts, may exist in Life without a physical body making them much more difficult to destroy.
Lesser Dead may be incapacitated by immersing them in running water or by destroying their physical bodies with Charter Magic or explosives; Shadow Hands are impossible to harm by strictly physical means, but may be unraveled by specialized Charter Magic spells or returned to Death by the necromantic bells.
Most Dead prey on the living to remain in Life. Free Magic constructs are forms assumed by Free Magic elementals or powerful Dead spirits such as Kerrigor. Though such constructs may be destroyed, destroying the Elemental itself is much more difficult and typically the province of Free Magic.
These are fiery constructs of clay and blood, animated by Free Magic and guided by a Greater Dead spirit able to move between Life and Death at will. They are fierce combatants, and seem to have enhanced senses, able to track specific targets over hundreds of miles, resisting direct sunlight to do so. The word mordicant comes from a Latin term meaning gnawing.
Free Magic Elementals: These are free-willed beings wholly composed of Free Magic. The most common elementals belong to specific "breeds" such as Stilken, Magrue, Jerreq, or Hish , while the most powerful are unique, or "of a singular nature". Though "many thousands" of Free Magic Elementals escaped the creation of the Charter, most were later imprisoned or enslaved by it. Of the remainder, "no truly dangerous creature of Free Magic has woken in a thousand years, save to the sound of Mosrael and Saraneth, or by a direct summons using their secret names".
Some cannot be destroyed except by a Free Magic sorcerer more powerful than they, or by immersion in running water though Free Magic creatures of the Third Kindred, or those infused with the essence of the Nine, are exempt from this rule.
Charter Magic is typically ineffective. Charter Sendings: Charter Sendings are servants or sentries constructed entirely of Charter Marks.
Many may only act within a given function, which can be of indefinite complexity. Certain fixtures excepted such as a surcoat or insignia , Charter Sendings do not possess a concrete physical shape, and derive identity primarily from their function. They are capable of emotive response, but show little desire except to fulfill their mandates. The bells of necromancy are seven eponymous bells used by necromancers to control the Dead, named after the Seven Bright Shiners who invested themselves in the Charter.
From smallest to largest they are:. Kibeth , the Walker, which can give the Dead freedom of movement or force them to walk according to the ringer's intention;.
Astarael , the Weeper, also named Sorrowful, which sends both ringer and auditor far into Death. Each bell has a specific power over the Dead and Free Magic creatures, and if used by a skilled necromancer, also on living people.
An errant or improper ring can affect the caster instead of the target, or cause other adverse effects. The Abhorsens' bells are a "free-willed blend of Charter and Free Magic", though the spells they cast are "pure Free Magic".
The most advanced and powerful Free Magic elementals, of which seven created the Charter and are represented by the necromancers' bells. Of the remaining two, Yrael later became Mogget, the Abhorsens' companion; and Orannis, "last and mightiest of the Nine", opposed the Charter and was imprisoned by the Seven.
According to "An Extract of the Journal of Idrach the Lesser Necromancer", a text posted on the series' website, the correlation of the Seven and the necromantic bells includes the Precincts of Death, with each bell equalling a specific Precinct. The child, too? Then there shall be no need for baptism. His hand went up to brush the mark from his forehead then suddenly stopped, as a pale, white hand gripped his and forced it down in a single, swift motion.
I wish you no harm. The white hand released its grip and the speaker stepped into the ring of firelight. The others watched him without welcome and the hands that had half sketched Charter marks, or gone to bowstrings and hilts, did not relax. The man strode towards the bodies and looked upon them. Then he turned to face the watchers, pushing his hood back to reveal the face of someone who had taken paths far from sunlight, for his skin was a deathly white.
I am called Abhorsen, he said and his words sent ripples through the people about him, as if he had cast a large and weighty stone into a pool of stagnant water. And there will be a baptism tonight.
The Charter Mage looked down on the bundle in the midwifes hands and said: The child is dead, Abhorsen. We are travellers, our life lived under the sky, and it is often harsh. We know death, lord. Not as I do, replied Abhorsen, smiling so his paper-white face crinkled at the corners and drew back from his equally white teeth.
And I say the child is not yet dead. The man tried to meet Abhorsens gaze, but faltered and looked away at his fellows.
None moved, or made any sign, till a woman said, So. It is easily done. Sign the child, Arrenil. We will make a new camp at Leovis Ford. Join us when you are finished here. The Charter Mage inclined his head in assent and the others drifted away to pack up their half-made camp, slow with the reluctance of having to move, but filled with a greater reluctance to remain near Abhorsen, for his name was one of secrets and unspoken fears. When the midwife went to lay the child down and leave, Abhorsen spoke: Wait.
You will be needed. The midwife looked down on the baby and saw that it was a girl child and, save for its stillness, could be merely sleeping. She had heard of Abhorsen, and if the girl could livewarily she picked up the child again and held her out to the Charter Mage. If the Charter does not began the man, but Abhorsen held up a pallid hand and interrupted.
Let us see what the Charter wills. The man looked at the child again and sighed. Then he took a small bottle from his pouch and held it aloft, crying out a chant that was the beginning of a Charter; one that listed all things that lived or grew, or once lived, or would live again, and the bonds that held them all together. As he spoke, a light came to the bottle, pulsing with the rhythm of the chant. Then the chanter was silent. He touched the bottle to the earth, then to the sign of wood ash on his forehead, and then upended it over the child.
A great flash lit the surrounding woods as the glowing liquid splashed over the childs head, and the priest cried: By the Charter that binds all things, we name thee Normally, the parents of the child would then speak the name.
Here, only Abhorsen spoke and he said: Sabriel. As he uttered the word, the wood ash disappeared from the priests forehead and slowly formed on the childs. The Charter had accepted the baptism. Butbut she is dead! He got no answer, for the midwife was staring across the fire at Abhorsen, and Abhorsen was staring at nothing.
His eyes reflected the dancing flames, but did not see them. Slowly, a chill mist began to rise from his body, spreading towards the man and midwife, who scuttled to the other side of the fire wanting to get away, but now too afraid to run. He could hear the child crying, which was good. If she had gone beyond the first gateway he could not bring her back without more stringent preparations and a subsequent dilution of her spirit.
The current was strong, but he knew this branch of the river and waded past pools and eddies that hoped to drag him under. Already, he could feel the waters leeching his spirit, but his will was strong, so they took only the colour, not the substance. He paused to listen and, hearing the crying diminish, hastened forward. Perhaps she was already at the gateway and about to pass. The First Gate was a veil of mist, with a single dark opening, where the river poured into the silence beyond.
Abhorsen hurried towards it and then stopped.
The baby had not yet passed through, but only because something had caught her and picked her up. Standing there, looming up out of the black waters, was a shadow darker than the gate. It was several feet higher than Abhorsen and there were pale marsh-lights burning where you would expect to see eyes, and the fetid stench of carrion rolled off it a warm stench that relieved the chill of the river.
Abhorsen advanced on the thing slowly, watching the child it held loosely in the crook of a shadowed arm. The baby was asleep, but restless, and it squirmed towards the creature, seeking a mothers breast, but it only held her away from itself, as if the child were hot or caustic. Slowly, Abhorsen drew a small, silver handbell from the bandolier of bells across his chest and cocked his wrist to ring it. But the shadow-thing held the baby up and spoke in a dry, slithery voice, like a snake on gravel.
Spirit of your spirit, Abhorsen. You cant spell me while I hold her. And perhaps I shall take her beyond the gate, as her mother has already gone.
Abhorsen frowned, in recognition, and replaced the bell. You have a new shape, Kerrigor. And you are now this side of the First Gate. Who was foolish enough to assist you so far? Kerrigor smiled widely and Abhorsen caught a glimpse of fires burning deep inside his mouth. One of the usual calling, he croaked. But unskilled. He didnt realise it would be in the nature of an exchange.
Alas, his life was not sufficient for me to pass the last portal. But now, you have come to help me. I, who chained you beyond the Seventh Gate? Yes, whispered Kerrigor. The irony, does not, I think, escape you. But if you want the child He made as if to throw the baby into the stream and, with that jerk, woke her. Immediately, she began to cry and her little fists reached out to gather up the shadow-stuff of Kerrigor like the folds of a robe. He cried out, tried to detach her, but the tiny hands held tightly and he was forced to over-use his strength, and threw her from him.
She landed, squalling, and was instantly caught up in the flow of the river, but Abhorsen lunged forward, snatching her from both the river and Kerrigors grasping hands. Stepping back, he drew the silver bell one-handed and swung it so it sounded twice. The sound was curiously muffled, but true, and the clear chime hung in the air, fresh and cutting, alive. Kerrigor flinched at the sound and fell backwards to the darkness that was the gate. Some fool will soon bring me back and then he cried out, as the river took him under.
The waters swirled and gurgled and then resumed their steady flow. Abhorsen stared at the gate for a time, then sighed and, placing the bell back in his belt, looked at the baby held in his arm. She stared back at him, dark eyes matching his own. Already, the colour had been drained from her skin. Nervously, Abhorsen laid a hand across the brand on her forehead and felt the glow of her spirit within.
The Charter mark had kept her life contained when the river should have drained it. It was her life-spirit that had so burned Kerrigor. She smiled up at him and gurgled a little, and Abhorsen felt a smile tilting the corner of his own mouth. Still smiling, he turned and began the long wade back up the river, to the gate that would return them both to their living flesh. The baby wailed a scant second before Abhorsen opened his eyes, so that the midwife was already halfway around the dying fire, ready to pick her up.
Frost crackled on the ground and icicles hung from Abhorsens nose. He wiped them off with a sleeve and leaned over the child, much as any anxious father does after a birth. How is the babe?
As you hear, lord, she answered. She is very well. It is perhaps a little cold for her He gestured at the fire and spoke a word, and it roared into life, the frost melting at once, the raindrops sizzling into steam. That will do till morning, said Abhorsen. Then I shall take her to my house.
I shall have need of a nurse. Will you come? The midwife hesitated and looked to the Charter Mage, who still lingered on the far side of the fire. He refused to meet her glance and she looked down once more at the little girl bawling in her arms. You areyou are whispered the midwife. A necromancer? Only of a sort. I loved the woman who lies here. She would have lived if she had loved another, but she did not. Sabriel is our child. Can you not see the kinship? The midwife looked at him as he leant forward and took Sabriel from her, rocking her on his chest.
The baby quietened and, in a few seconds, was asleep. Yes, said the midwife. I shall come with you and look after Sabriel.
But you must find a wet-nurse And I daresay much else besides, mused Abhorsen. But my house is not a place for The Charter Mage cleared his throat and moved around the fire. If you seek a man who knows a little of the Charter, he said hesitantly, I should wish to serve, for I have seen its work in you, lord, though I am loath to leave my fellow wanderers.
Perhaps you will not have to, replied Abhorsen, smiling at a sudden thought. I wonder if your leader will object to two new members joining her band. For my work means I must travel and there is no part of the Kingdom that has not felt the imprint of my feet.
Your work? Yes, said Abhorsen. I am a necromancer, but not of the common kind. Where others of the art raise the dead, I lay them back to rest. And those that will not rest, I bind or try to. I am Abhorsen He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, Father of Sabriel. Its pink eyes were glazed and blood stained its clean white fur. Unnaturally clean fur, for it had just escaped from a bath. It still smelt faintly of lavender water. A tall, curiously pale young woman stood over the rabbit.
Her night-black hair, fashionably bobbed, was hanging slightly over her face. She wore no makeup or jewellery, save for an enamelled school badge pinned to her regulation navy blazer. That, coupled with her long skirt, stockings and sensible shoes, identified her as a schoolgirl.
A nameplate under the badge read Sabriel and the Roman VI and gilt crown proclaimed her to be both a member of the Sixth Form and a prefect. The rabbit was, unquestionably, dead. Sabriel looked up from it and back along the bricked drive that left the road and curved up to an imposing pair of wrought-iron gates.
A sign above the gate, in gilt letters of mock Gothic, announced that they were the gates to Wyverley College.
Smaller letters added that the school was Established in for Young Ladies of Quality. A small figure was busy climbing over the gate, nimbly avoiding the spikes that were supposed to stop such activities.
She dropped the last few feet and started running, her pigtails flying, shoes clacking on the bricks. Her head was down to gain momentum, but as cruising speed was established, she looked up, saw Sabriel and the dead rabbit, and screamed. Sabriel flinched as the girl screamed, hesitated for a moment, then bent down by the rabbits side and reached out with one pale hand to touch it between its long ears. Her eyes closed and her face set as if she had suddenly turned to stone.
A faint whistling sound came from her slightly parted lips, like the wind heard from far away. Frost formed on her fingertips and rimed the asphalt beneath her feet and knees. The other girl, running, saw her suddenly tip forward over the rabbit and topple towards the road, but at the last minute her hand came out and she caught herself.
A second later, she had regained her balance and was using both hands to restrain the rabbit a rabbit now inexplicably lively again, its eyes bright and shiny, as eager to be off as when it escaped from its bath.
Oh, thank you, Sabriel! When I heard the car skidding I thought She faltered as Sabriel handed the rabbit over and blood stained her expectant hands. Hell be fine, Jacinth, Sabriel replied wearily. A scratch. Its already closed up. Jacinth examined Bunny carefully, then looked up at Sabriel, the beginnings of a wriggling fear showing at the back of her eyes.
There isnt anything under the blood, stammered Jacinth. What did you I didnt, snapped Sabriel. But perhaps you can tell me what you are doing out of bounds?
Chasing Bunny, replied Jacinth, her eyes clearing as life reverted to a more normal situation. You see No excuses, recited Sabriel. Remember what Mrs Umbrade said at Assembly on Monday. Its not an excuse, insisted Jacinth. Its a reason.
You can explain it to Mrs Umbrade then. Oh, Sabriel! You wouldnt! You know I was only chasing Bunny. Id never have come out Sabriel held up her hands in mock defeat and gestured back to the gates.
If youre back inside within three minutes, I wont have seen you. And open the gate this time. They wont be locked till I go back inside.