be brougted  over terfall  fate. truly, terrible place, o slavery and despair.

    “Is t?” selescope around  degrees to look at tepping-stones going too, and anot tered on too many for Sabriel to fighrough alone.

    “It seems not,” she answered herself grimly.

    “ of defenses, t?”

    “t need to fig. “For t is a ratrictive one. And t, t like it.”

    t to omimed somets arm t looked like  a snake hrough grass.

    “’s t?” asked Sabriel, figo break into erical laughter.

    “t?”

    “t. “tself. It can be invoked to rise almost to t of times your  above tepping-stones. Not, till it subsides, in a matter of weeks.”

    “So  out?” asked Sabriel. “I can’t  weeks!”

    “One of your ancestors built a flying device. A Paper, launc over terfall.”

    “Otle voice.

    “If you do  continued, as if  noticed Sabriel’s sudden silence, “t begin tual immediately. ter and tains are many leagues upstream. If ers noomorrow.”