sending demonstrated, by cutting do riking sparks  leaving a scratch.

    Sabriel t ts completed t as tion. One raised o be a blue and silver striped turban, but Sabriel, pulling it doo just above  to be a clot, made from terial as the armor.

    t a gleaming, deep blue surcoat, dusted  reflected t in all directions. It  to and fro for a moment, t over Sabriel’s ed ticed motion. Sabriel ran s silken expanse and discreetly tried to rip  it in one corner, but, for all its apparent fragility, it  tear.

    Last of all came s and bell-bandolier.

    t to  made no attempt to put ted t—bells across  and so t ion, botroubled by , professional, a traveler ime, sal letter and all.

    S tugged at ed tention to t and, as Sabriel c s, tunic and trousers, dried beef and biscuits, a er bottle, and several small leatakingly opened and so elescope, sulpcarter, medicinal  and a  of otials. t into oilskin pouco an outside pocket.

    Backpack on, Sabriel tried a feo find t t restrict oo muc all in fact, t someto . Soucoes, so simes, before straigo the sendings.

    tead, t, stalking mysteriously towards he room.

    “ell, I’m ready,” Sabriel said.

    Mogget didn’t ans sat at , and made a movement t looked very muco be sick. Sabriel recoiled, disgusted, ted, as a small metallic object fell from Mogget’s mouthe floor.

    “Almost forgot,” said Mogget. “You’ll need to come h you.”

    “ is it?” asked Sabriel, bending doo pick up a ring; a small silver ring,  gre