have dinner.”

    None of till Sabriel stepped forepped foroo, and all dropped to one knee, or ed t t er marks running brigrails around their palms and fingers.

    Sabriel stared for a moment, but it y, and expected o do someturn. So tly pressed eac urn, feeling ter-spells t made t ruly, for some of than Sabriel could guess.

    “I the kindness you have shown me.”

    to be appropriate, or enougo be going on ood, bo about t pulled out Sabriel’s c. It ed iny silver keys, a miracle of needlework.

    Mogget, Sabriel noticed, e napkin, ains.

    “I’ve o eat in tc t said sourly, as t signaled tantalizing odor of spices and  food.

    “I expect it  y, dry  developed a palate to kno. It ainly drinkable.

    major experiments  occasions s Sabriel arted to enjoy h her meals.

    “Anyway, how did you know I was coming?”

    Sabriel asked. “I didn’t knoill . . . till Fat his message.”

    t didn’t ans once, tention focused on te of fis put do circular fis eyes and s.

    Sabriel oo, but omato, garlic and basil sauce.

    “I en times as many of your forebears as you  replied at last.

    “And time, I alheir place.”

    Sabriel saste gone, and put doo clear , but it seemed to have become vinegar, making her cough.

    “ do you mean by ‘fall’?  do you knoher?”

    Mogget looked up at Sabriel, eyes ing eadily, as no normal cat could.

    “ passed te,  is—”

    “No,” interrupted Sabriel. “ be!  be.  be dead . . .”

    “t is o you