ssed jack-in-to spring.

    “ever . . . killed one, didn’t enslave ,”

    Sabriel added quietly, as if to herself.

    “I wonder why?”

    Neit nor toucone answered.

    For a moment, Sabriel considered asking t uous desire for journeys into Deat experience. Instead, s t s of curled-up sleeping position.

    “I don’t know your name,  I e. Farewell.”

    Sood back and dreer marks for t  aone pressed against ler gripping s, clamping  beaded on  t, tongue clumsy, seeming swollen in h.

    t assistance come, strengteadying ed tany, and a spark exploded above ting flame, to a fierce,  spread totally consuming it, to leave only as cargo for the sea winds.

    tra strengtoucone’s ly resting on her shoulder.

    As sraigouc.

    urned around, toucone  drah helping her.

    “toucone rong Cer Mage, perrong as s t of being a Cer Mage—s assumed ing-related marks and spells. Petty magics.

    “e s, proation, carefully avoiding ts from tone.

    “Find a boat, and put to sea before nightfall.”

    “t oucone added quickly, pointing  seemed very keen to leave tone, t Sabriel. But t daylig seemed to dull t. t t and thralk.

    teps in ts t lined tties t out into ter, sered under ter of ing tection from wind and wave.

    ts moored in tied up to tties, or at t even a dingood on teps, looking doemporarily devoid of furt cties; t their business.

    Mogget sat near , sniffing t.

    toucone stood he rear.

    “ noing ty s perpetual tilt