int a little nortterlin river delta.

    “No,” said toucone, sounding decisive for t time, abbing to t’s only ten leagues from t and at titude as Mount Anarson.”

    “Good!” exclaimed Sabriel, smiling, ’s t route to Belisaere, and  take?”

    “I don’t kno conditions, mi . . .

    Sabriel,” toucone replied. er, more subdued. “From  says, tate of anarco. ts, tures . . .”

    “Ignoring all t,” Sabriel asked, “which way did you normally go?”

    “From Nestohe fishing village here,”

    toucone said, pointing at t to t of  post o Callibe, a rest day terior road up t Pass, six days all told to Aunden. A rest day in Aunden, to Orc o tgate of Belisaere.”

    “Even  t days, t’d be eig least six ’s too long. Is ther way?”

    “A s, from Nestoerrupted Mogget, stalking up beo place .”