Sabriel didn't move, made no intention to hand over bell or blade.
"There must be another way," she cried. "We can all escape together--"
"No, " said Abhorsen firmly. He gently pushed her hand away.
"Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?"
...For a moment, she seemed to diminish in size, till once again she was a little girl, running to his embrace at the school gates.
She hugged him tightly, her arms meeting around his back, and then she let go.
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