briel muttered, stepping back from to t of , seeking some trap or deception.

    trap, but Sabriel did feel someto t of a Dead revenant, but not tion t s place.

    Sabriel tried to identify it, ual problem no, studying ing ly t doo tiny scars on  of sice. t sign of a baptismal Cer mark on race of veins on his eyelids.

    t inspection led o certainty about ed, but sated about tion t saken, and  in searc. Not t s a lot of fait quarter, given  propensity toion to  again, somet mig  form was probably a welcome relief.

    In fact, no advice at all could be . Sabriel found ail and paddy-paco a dream of dancing mice. Sabriel looked at trac be back to tbalm, explaining bot’s previous mood and  somnolence. So make up her own mind.

    “So,” s. “You are tim of some Free Magic spell and necromantic trickery.

    Your spirit lies neit someo Deat I could find a lot of trouble as rouble I can’t deal  patic state. So her—Abhorsen . . . or any Abhorsen—do in my place?”

    S about it for a ten.

    t last question seemed to make y clear. Sabriel felt sure ’s ural necromancy and Free Magic sorcery.

    S t, pero tbalm. S even consider t ed until ter—perill t day. After all, t ed for many years, ransformed into o  o immediately take on any duty t presented itself . . .

    But for t time since s t problem for o solve. An injustice to be rig stle more tes on th.

    Some sligion remained  and picked up Mogget, placing t near t of the figurehead.

    ened—n