flas t cried: “By ter t binds all thee—”

    Normally, ts of the name. here, only Abhorsen spoke, and he said: “Sabriel.”

    As tered t’s foreer ed tism.

    “But . . . but ser Mage, gingerly touco make sure truly gone.

    no ansaring across t Abaring at—noted t did not see them.

    Sloo rise from otled to ting to get a nooo afraid to run.

    he child crying, which was good.

    If s gateringent  preparations, and a subsequent dilution of .

    t rong, but  pools and eddies t o drag ers leac, but rong, so took only t tance.

    o listen, and ened fore to pass.

    t Gate , o to, and topped. t yet passed t only because somet anding t of ters, was a se.

    It  s burning o see eyes, and tid stenc—a enc relieved the river.

    Abc  restless, and it squirmed toure, seeking a mot, but it only self, as if t, or caustic.

    Sloo ring it. But thery voice, like a snake on gravel.

    “Spirit of your spirit, Ab spell me wake e, as her has already gone.”

    Abion, and replaced t Gate. o assist you so far?”

    Kerrigor smiled widely, and Ab a glimpse of fires burning deep inside h.

    “One of t unskilled.  realize it ure of an exc sufficient for me to pass t portal. But now, you o help me.”

    “I, we?”

    “Yes,”  if you  the child . . .”

    o to tream and,  jerk, le fists reac to gatuff of Kerrigor like t, tried to detac tiny igo overuse rengtantly caug Abche river and Kerrigor’s grasping hands.

    Stepping back,