[Sabriel shows no sign of pleasure at the spirits distress- instead she frowns. This is something unpleasant, but necessary- she doesn't want this place to end up like Belisaere, with the living cowering behind aqueducts while the Dead roam most of the decaying city.
The second bell she draws is Kibeth, and its sound is an incongrously merry jig- and all the spirits caught in its sound move to its rhythm, almost skipping along- and then vanish, as though each has skipped right through an invisible door, and Sabriel immediately puts her hand over the clapper, silencing it before she starts putting it away.]
Travel without regret. [She's not speaking to Judar- rather, she's looking at where the nearest spirit was.] Do not look back.
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The second bell she draws is Kibeth, and its sound is an incongrously merry jig- and all the spirits caught in its sound move to its rhythm, almost skipping along- and then vanish, as though each has skipped right through an invisible door, and Sabriel immediately puts her hand over the clapper, silencing it before she starts putting it away.]
Travel without regret. [She's not speaking to Judar- rather, she's looking at where the nearest spirit was.] Do not look back.