tair o tifice, it seemed to be little more ticularly  patcone t formed t you could  eps winding up behind.

    to take teps t morning, after anot. Sabriel o move on, for s t  sic enougo assess ime. toucone, too, probably needed a rest, s. Sried to coax more information out of eps, but ant to even open ating. After toget in ter Magic. tayed  its presence, brooding in her pack . . .

    toucone stayed at te end of tretcics. Mogget ctering, as if intent on a mouse.

    Luncional failure.

    Dried beef strips, garnisercress from toucone.  back to “milady,” despite Sabriel’s repeated requests to use  didn’t er lunc back to tive activities. Sabriel to oucone to  to ching.

    Dinner  someto. Sabriel tried talking to Mogget, but o be infected oucone’s  reticence, t y. As soon as ten, everyone left togetoucone to t, Mogget nort—and  to sleep on as comfortable a stretch of ground as could be discovered.

    Sabriel . it getting up, s toucone sat beside it, staring into ting t.  ill.

    “Are you all rigly, propping herself up on one elbow.

    toucone started, rocked back on  fell over. For once,  sound like a sulky servant.

    “Not really. I remember , and forget w I s. Forgive me.”

    Sabriel didn’t anso t to her.

    “Please, go back to sleep, milady,” toucone continued, slipping back to he morning.”

    Sabriel opened o say somet tended y, t it, and subsided back under  . Just concentrate on rescuing Fatold  is tant thing.

    Rescue A