'Wake,' she whispered, while the light faded outside the door. The skeleton lay across her lap, complete, claws wired to paws vertebrae strung like beads. “At sunset, just as the light from the fire became brighter than the light from the doorway, she finished. It was the only way I could think of.' She pulled him out of the coffin, or he climbed out and she helped, and he wrapped his arms around her and they stood together, shaking.” 'It is very close in there,' he said, 'even with holes.' His face was slick with sweat or tears, Marra did not know. 'We're here,' said Marra, the words this time jabbing her like pins. 'I kept imagining voices, but you're really here this time.' 'You're really here,' he said, bending over so that his forehead touched his drawn-up knees. Fenris shoved the lid aside and sat up, gasping for air. They got it perhaps six inches and had to stop, panting.įingers slid out of the gap and caught the edge. For a horrible moment, she thought that it would not be enough, that they would have to come back with levers, but it began, inch by agonising inch, to slide. “It was fourteen hours later that Marra and the dust-wife flung themselves at the stone lid, scrabbling with all their strength.
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