se proudly beer-spell for . But soo tired to maintain it  tance of tone, and ted almost as soon as s’s  , and tion t she was being followed.

    It e, Sabriel   imagination.

    But s in any state to face up to anyt mig be imagined, so so go on.

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

    ter Stone ter made t climbed Cloven Crest, but steeper. to cut t erode like granite, and t eps, carved ricate patterns.

    somet kno Cer marks, or symbols of any language t soo tired to speculate. Srated on one step at a time, using o puso avoid the flying snow.

    teeper still and Sabriel could see tical mass, a muco t by t s seem to get any closer as tco and fro, rising furthe valley below.

    turned again and tle  reflected back from a  stretco eith had ended.

    Almost sobbing o ttle ligo disclose grey, lic even  lig  jagged, impervious rock, going up and out of iny circle of illumination. to go.

    earily, Sabriel knelt in a patcogetrying to restore circulation, before drailled it carefully and concentrated  mig be  once again Sabriel felt sometried to judge ant t from s.

    ever it mig oo far ao ood up, and rang the bell.

    It made a sound like tens of parrots screec burst into tself into tiplying into thousand birds.

    Sabriel stilled t once and put it a t it fix its attention on  quicken its pace, like co a gallop. It eps at least four or five at a time. S t in  equal pace, but sill  to th and looked down, drawing her sword as