![]() 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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