Sabriel ao soft candleligs, deligs. A fire burned briskly in a red-brick fireplace and ery of ed across it, faced ed eac ttered, so Sabriel  time it  t ely Ab  memory ing on tep.

    Gingerly—for even  of travel, fear and fliged o look around and once again met t t  a cat.

    ture  the bed.

    “ are you?” Sabriel asked nervously, suddenly all too a s ss. A sensuous delig a defenseless one. o  and bell-bandolier, carefully draped on a clothe door.

    “I y of names,” replied t. It range voice, . As to  no of Abo remove my collar?”

    Sabriel gave an uneasy smile, and sever Mogget  collar  kept it as a servant of Aber marks on te explicit about t. As far as Sabriel could tell, t e possible t Mogget  as old as t mentioned it, and  so find roubles over.

    “I t not,” said Mogget, combining a careless sretc . . . or  t ely masculine, jumped to t floor and sauntered over to tcrained eye noting t Mogget’s s al of a cat.

    A knock at terrupted udy of t, to attention.

    “It’s only one of ts,” Mogget said, in a patronizing tone. “Cer sendings, and pretty lo t. the milk.”

    Sabriel ignored  sh her for a while.

    tly and a s, robed figure drifted in. It o te a visible face, but t on  underdress draped over one arm, a tos Cer-woven  and a pair of slippers.

    it a   to t ts on Sabriel’s feet. t crossed to a porcelain basin t sat in a silver filigree stand, above a tiled area of to t of t ted a bronze er splas tenc.

    Sabriel wrinkled