b  toucone’s problems, or Mogget’s curious nature.

    Rescue Abhorsen. Rescue Abhorsen. Rescue Abhors . . . rescue . . .

    “ake up!” Mogget said, rig  across ed it in her ear. “ake up!”

    “I’m a ill extremely dark, save for t of test brus above toucone s on his chin and neck.

    “Good morning,” es, milady.”

    Sabriel groaned at t rousers and staggered off to find a suitable buse to the spring.

    ter of ted t kindness, Sabriel exposing o it and ten seconds it took to s, was dressed again.

    Clean, aurned to te oucone ate, e-furred belly. Not for t time, Sabriel  at all.  o eat for amusement, ratenance.

    toucone continued being a servant after breakfast, cleaning pot and spoon, quencting everyt o sopped him.

    “No, toucone. It’s my pack. I’ll carry it, thank you.”

    ated, t to  it on, but sraps and take t.

    er, perone-carved stair, Sabriel  regretted o take till  totally recovered from tair eep, and so narro sy negotiating turns. to jam against tside or inside ter wurned.

    “Perake it in turns to carry tantly,  a sort of alcove to catch.

    toucone, o take the pack.

    “I’ll lead, tly at t on unic, s and unders. Sepped up.

    “No,” said toucone, stepping in her way.

    “tair. I knoo pass them.

    You are t let you past, but I am not sure.”

    “Your memory must be coming back,” Sabriel commented, slig being ted.

    “tell me, is tair tioned whe Queen was ambushed?”

    “No,” toucone replied