Noy of the danger was slowly coming home . . .

    opped to look up at Cloven Crest again, neck cricked back to cruck beting up te of the bluffs.

    Stractive destination. As s started to snoo ed snoraced tear trails dos concentration totally centered upon some small mouse or vole creeping across the snow.

    te dropped like a cast stone, and a feer, Sabriel felt some small life snuffed out. At time, s tug of e dined, more people lay dead.

    Sabriel s the hill again.

    According to o Cloven Crest lay in a narrowo bluffs.

    Se clearly  be, but t direction. ever  also still be there.

    t on t t ime freeing t, and noo o reac before nightfall.

    S about ion. Stabbing o tepped out of  ened skis and poles togeto be strapped diagonally across ied terspell on t morning, but it seemed like weeks ago and a world away.

    t done, sarted to pick er of tter drifts. So leave t it looked like ttle snoeep, rocky slopes of Cloven Crest.

    As a final precaution, s, so an inc  and easily w.

    Sabriel expected to find t, but tprints, and coo Cloven Crest.

    t pate gouged out by a stream falling from some deep spring ream several times, epping-stones or tree trunks across ter to save  feet.  ground togetream self a s  gorge, about t y feet long and deep. o build a bridge along tream, rat.

    Sabriel found t of tierran patrol umbled on ter murmuring beneatone arching overhead.

    t soldier, it e clear  a guarantee t ts urn.

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