ted o o be a leatrung across t—obviously t’s seat. It didn’t look terribly safe eit Sabriel forced o climb in, after giving o t another sending.

    Surprisingly,  didn’t go ted floor. terial even felt reassuringly solid and, after a minute of squirming, sment, t able. So a receptacle at  took up a position on top of traps  be made  lying down.

    From  belo rim. It glittered in te afternoon sun, and s it resonate er Magic.

    Somet it prompted o breat,  breat stayed misted for a moment, ter mark slohe clouded mirror.

    Sabriel studied it carefully, absorbing its purpose and effect. It told  o raise ting o call the compass rose.

    t t er Magic, infused  o create somet .

    time passed, and t mark faded. to be only a plate of silver glass s, silent, fixing ter marks in  t  of truction. Peroo o create suching.

    “this,” Sabriel asked.

    “ion to me?”

    “A cousin,” purred Mogget, close to her ear.

    “Your great-great-great-great-grandmother’s cousin.

    t of t line. She had no children.”

    Maybe t, running er marks quiescent in t a lot better about t.

    “e’d best  continued. “It oo soon. Do you he marks remembered?”

    “Yes,” replied Sabriel firmly. Surned to till it ime for it to be unleasimes task, and for how many Abhorsens.

    “to them. “For all your care and kindness. Goodbye.”

    it last led back in t, gripped t led tes of ting e string of Cer marks in ting to  and lips, and out into the air.

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