ainst  s like an angry fised minnow.

    On tones again, s one blurry, sore and sears—but still till working.

    S t  long, sinuous neck. t slid, impervious to ture’s desperate attempts to get it off. It ly from its s, trying to force fingers under t tal seemed inimical to ture’s substance, like a  pan to , but could not take han a second.

    t stained it oo, draining dos ting support, leaving gloure fouging and turning, even bucking, as if it could the ring  like a rider from a horse.

    Finally, it gave up and turned to from it, reacoalons groone oling to to fall s by a yard or more.

    “No!” s ing, coiling body lurcstretcalons fell s, as Sabriel crawled, rolled and pushed herself away.

    tracted once more, and a terrible s of anguiser of te-flaming ts arms suddenly so its torso; to to an amorpe, ill-large silver band around ttering like a drop of blood.

    Sabriel stared at it, unable to look aside, or do anyt ting blood. It seemed to  somet undone, somet so provide.

    Nervously craer marks t told  s do. earily, s up on he bellbandolier.

    Saranet beyond rengt so dra out, and to pierce the glowing, silverbound mass.

    to ts oal, ure Saraneth.

    At time, tency. to run, and a red  a red leature silver bell.

    ite mass quivered, and s again, till Sabriel o soget, collared in red leatting up and looking like  to throw up a hairball.

    It  a  a silver ring, ting Mogget’s internal lig rolled to Sabriel, tinkling across to