![]() ![]() ![]() Astarael was the banisher, the final bell. "Astarael, the Sorrowful," whispered Sabriel. And last, the largest bell, the one Sabriel's cold fingers found colder still, even in the leather case that kept it silent. Saraneth was the binder, the bell that shackled the Dead to the wielder's will. Or, slipping in a careless hand, erase them. It could restore independent thought, memory and all the patterns of a living person. Belgaer was the thinking bell, the bell most necromancers scorned to use. ![]() "Belgaer." Another tricksome bell, that sought to ring of its own accord. But Dyrim could also still a tongue that moved too freely. Dyrim was the voice that the Dead so often lost. "Dyrim." A musical bell, of clear and pretty tone. Many a necromancer had stumbled with Kibeth and walked where they would not. It could give freedom of movement to one of the Dead, or walk them through the next gate. A bell of several sounds, a difficult and contrary bell. Mosrael was the waker, the bell Sabriel should never use, the bell whose sound was a seesaw, throwing the ringer further into Death, as it brought the listener into Life. ![]() "Mosrael." The second bell, a harsh, rowdy bell. Ranna the sleepbringer, the sweet, low sound that brought silence in its wake. “Ranna," she said aloud, touching the first, the smallest bell. ![]()
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