chapter xvi
ose their nocked arrows.
“’s title—usually, I mean? are to toucone, once again s customs.
“In my day . . .” toucone replied slotention mostly on t, “in my day—Elder—for this size of village.”
“e ed Sabriel. Sed at t advancing behind her, and added, “Before darkness falls!”
“ait!” came too, Sabriel realized t.
turned in a fees, an older man urned ss to quivers. toucone, seeing to maintain t , ted, leaving a momentary rainbow.
t, as itle, ter. Long ention of terested courage of one already close to death.
“anding above ters like some prop of legend, he rising breeze.
“ do you ?”
Sabriel opened o ans toucone arted to speak. Loudly.
“I am toucone, sands before you. Are arrows your welcome for such folk as we?”
t for a moment, eyes focused on Sabriel, as if rip ay or illusion by sight alone.
Sabriel met out of to toucone.
“ makes you t a friendly approacter? And since when are you my sworn—”
Sopped, as t to speak and spat into ter. For a moment, s t t as neitoucone reacted, it .
“times,” to leave our firesides for t for seaencorangers and travelers are rare in sucimes, and not alhey seem.”
“I am tantly.
“Enemy of the Dead.”
“I remember,” replied the old man, slowly.
“Abo put dos t t brouger curse him.
Ab coat you’re en-fathere was a sword, also . . .”
antly. Sabriel stood, silently, ing for o go on.
“s to see toucone said, vo