Sabriel found t dead Ancelstierran soldier about six miles from t, fading ernoon.

    t  o topped to look at its dark bulk, rising rocky and treeless from ts peak temporarily , puffy clouds t occasionally let fort.

    If s stopped, sed- of a drift on t as soon as s, tention focused and Sabriel felt th.

    Crossing over, one in t doly brushe snow away.

    to a young man,  of mail over an Ancelstierran uniform of k oucless eyes, and laid t o , so folloo Deater t ion to enter til sely o. ever rapped—or killed—ing to ambushis dead soldier could even be a lure.

    Quasural curiosity to find out exactly er first unclenc  ill —per been taken totally unaer all. tood and dreer marks of fire, cleansing, peace  and sleep in t any t every Cer Mage kne . A gloiplied into many stabbing, darting flames, ter it  and only asaining a corselet of blackened mail.

    Sabriel took t it ted snoo t stuck fast, uprig casting a sed in tedly, Sabriel remembered t tity disc or tag.

    Sing o rebalance s doy disc on one finger, pulling it up to read t  botierre and so unable to and ter Magic fire. to as to eye level and to its component links, pouring beteel coins.

    “Perhey’ll know you from your sword,”

    said Sabriel. range in t of t like a small,  fog.

    “travel  regret,” s look back.”

    Sabriel took her own advice as she skied away.

    ty in  ly academic before and every sense , cold t ticularly so. But t intellectual knoempered by ravelers.