Then, in the midst of despair, Lirael heard Sam speak and saw a flash of brilliant light flow up next to him, to form a tall shape of white fire that was only vaguely human.
Be free, Mogget!" shouted Sam, as he held a red collar high. "Choose well!
Please, Mogget," whispered Lirael, too soft to be heard by anyone at all.
But the white shape did hear. It stopped and turned inwards, to face Orannis.
I am Yrael," it said, its voice crackling with force. "I also stand against you.
Why, Yrael?" Orannis said. "Why?
Life," said Yrael, who was more Mogget than it ever knew. "Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.
Fellow sardine lover! =D
Yrael's in the Beauty Contest! ^^