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    Sabriel coughe bandolier.

    o self clean, but surning it to t very tired as s t in  s move on immediately. ’s  ecold oo tone.

    too mucoo mucer Magic on t  to reacs blackest. ty over sky. Soon, tars e.

    Quickly, Sabriel scanned t stars t marked t’s Belt. S to car map in cinking as it cast a yello dare use any more Cer Magic till sone. t sly: ts ot. In Ancelstierre, ten degrees  of north.

    Norted, Sabriel started to make o t side of t, looking for t slanted doo t in darkness beloed to reac disappeared. At least teps to ts gentle slope proclaimed a long descent to the valley.

    In fact, it took several umbling and ser flame dancing a little  of oo insubstantial to really ease  er, and s aken for marsion. In any case, it ial he sky.

    So muc, as soar, Uallus. eettering and  be stilled, and a s arted  ing itself t keep moving, sood—particularly as the wind was rising once more . . .

    Sabriel laugly, almost erically, and turned o feel t erly, gaining strengte.

    Colder, yes, but it also cleared t to t—and t cleared broom-stroke of tared at it, took stock of ttle sarted off again, folloar, a  in the back of her mind.

    Do not tarry, do not stop, no matter w happens.

    ted as Sabriel found tter, sime.

    By time Sabriel found ter Stone be, no trace of t aking to ion of ire body. s oo, despite tton fat so t, face and ed. Sifully eaten a little every  no open her frozen jaws.

    For a s time, at tact Cer Stone t ro