mean disaster. So find him soon.

    A Mordicant, S oo clear t some terrible enemy  boter.

    t enemy rapped  o be a very poer Dead creature. Perhis Kerrigor . . .

    “I’ll get my pack,” srudging back, Mogget slipping backen, almost tripping  al getting out of t to inexplicable catness, and didn’t comment.

    As Mogget unnel   long, and its eps and cross-c tle cat exactly across tones, to avoid a cleverly concealed pit.

    it Mogget’s guidance, Sabriel knew she would have fallen in.

    too. Old, inimical spells lay like motunnel, ing to fly up at o surround and c somet reaction and ttled again. A feimes, Sabriel experienced a gly touc to bruser mark on  at tunnel, sing into tips of ting in  before too, merged into stone.

    “ of t visible means of propulsion.

    “Anot said, matter-offactly.

    “It is w Blood . . . ach . . .”

    ence rat is interesting.”

    “ do you mean—” Sabriel began, but s as tugging at , t of ’s fur stood on end, and ated s oill ter marks of binding  and clearly readable, brig ther.

    t, standing at ttom of anoture twilighe sinkhole rim.

    t— per. Despite its size, tire vast pit , o t a quarter of t  a even so, Sabriel o use elescope to see te diamond-pattern  looked flimsy, but ted bird-corpses indicated considerable strengtunate birds o t, eyes greedily intent on food below.

    In tself, tation—mostly stunted trees and malformed bus Sabriel tle attention to spare for trees, for in betced a ship.