ounded clear and true, and a c, groronger as Sabriel exo a merry, joyous trill. Like a bird revelling in fliger marks flo into tself. itling, t seemed to come alive, dancing dorous plumage.

    t so begin.

    trill ended e, and a Cer mark t she sun.

    It danced to to te. A second later, to the sky ahead.

    truggling noo ing ronger still, plucking at ting it for tension, tained pos ion of t last moment when freedom is assured.

    “Let go!” so t and up  into the broad valley beyond.

    It , and cold, a t or more  above t, test er marks shem properly pigeonholed.

    S free, and some fe, washe following wind.

    “turn more to t’s voice suddenly said beurbing he map?”

    “Yes,” replied Sabriel. “Sterlin, it’s called, isn’t it? It runs nornor- east most of time.”

    Mogget didn’t reply at once, to be t? e may as  to t branco a delta to camp on tonight.”

    “ just fly on?” asked Sabriel cheerily.

    “e could be in Belisaere by tomorro winds.”

    “t like to fly at night,”

    Mogget said, sly. “Not to mention t you   certainly lose control of tronger  is muc t seems at first. And too conspicuous, anyway. have you no common sense, Abhorsen?”

    “Call me Sabriel,” Sabriel replied, equally sly. “My father is Abhorsen.”

    “As you . tress” sounded extremely sarcastic.

    t  silence, but Sabriel, for , soon lost y of flig all, to see tiny patcs belorip of tiny building. Everyt, seen from afar.

    to sink, and ts fadin