chapter vii
erfall made so great a sound must be fed by an equally great river.
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But anotouc, ter marks defined teel ther sending.
terminate sex, for it s and back.
It bourned to reveal brigarligerfall roared the open doorway, accompanied by flecks of flying spray.
it tepped out.
t t, before dragging a delicate, silver portcullis do ly came out of t t poer sendings. But door, portcullis and lock , not stop it. test of running er, or timely glare of a noonday sun.
t lay at and till many ood on a narro projected out from t least four tle to , a scant fey river self over to make a truly glorious erfall. Sabriel leaned fortle, to look at ters crasing e could easily swallow ire sch.
It , coupled er, made o traig make out an island, an island percerfall, dividing to treams. It a very big island, about tball field, but it rose like a surbulent ers.
Encircling tone- of six men. Be oo dark to see clearly, but toing, pencil silte, iles t beginning to catco tence of a ctery and cellar. tudy, Sabriel suddenly remembered, occupied to top floor of toop floor ory, botars and territory.
It times, all o remember muc period of ly filled ions of travelers, teriors of t campsites t all blurred toget even remember terfall, t did stir some recognition—somethe mind of a four-year-old girl.
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