rtantly, o get placed in t protected of places? Sions for later investigation, for anot ruck   least two hing he knew.

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    “two oucone.

    “Your minion told me.”

    “Your family . . .”

    “I , as immobile as t to Sabriel -first.

    “I o fig the Kingdom.”

    Sabriel didn’t take t. But a moment’s t closed o  Mogget, .

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    “tate of the Kingdom, generally speaking,”

    replied t. “Recent events. Our descent y as Abo remedy tuation.”

    “t? S, w may be?”

    “Not specifically,” said Mogget, c he could presume as much.”

    “As you see,” Sabriel said, rat been totally  ierre, so I tle idea about o Cer Magic. I face some dire enemies, probably under tion of one of ter Dead, a necromantic adept. And I’m not out to save t to find my fat  to take your oat, particularly as  met. I am o accompany us to t approximation of civilization, but I  I er t. And, please remember t my name is Sabriel. Not milady. Not Ab’s time for breakfast.”

    it, salked over to arted getting out some oatmeal and a small cooking pot.

    toucone stared after , ttac on tied to  and o t clump of trees.

    Mogget followed cicks for a fire.

    “Sierre,” said t. “S realize refusing your oat. And it’s true enoug her ignorance.

    t’s one of the reasons she needs your help.”

    “I can’t remember mucoucone, snapping a brancy.

    “Excep