y between shore, sea and chain.

    tepping t. tered by t tide urned, and a tidal race o run from to t mast and sail, tooucone rorengt to keep steerage er a moment, took one of toget yoions.

    Every fe troke, s, Sabriel snatc crumbling sea, and t of t-floe frot gargantuan c the sea’s whim.

    “Port a little,” yo. toucone backed , t jumped down, yelling, “Ship oars and duck!”

    ttling, splasoucone simply lying do some rocked and plunged, and terrible.

    Sabriel, one moment looking up at t sa green, re up, s and touc boom-ch.

    t, and toucone o ted to lie t looking up at t t  up and resumed y as a rower.

    ter che Sea of Saere.

    Sabriel trailed , marveling at its clear turquoise ss color, it ransparent. ter  s tc’s wake.

    S relaxed, momentarily carefree, all troubles t lay aemporarily lost in single-minded contemplation of ter. tant ao Deater Magic ed at sea. For a fees, s about toucone and Mogget. Even s coolness on her hand.

    “e’ll be able to see ty soon,” toucone said, interrupting al oill standing.”

    Sabriel nodded tfully, and sloook ing from a dear friend.

    “It must be difficult for you,” s to  really expecting o answer.

    “two o ruin w.”

    “I didn’t really believe it, till I saoooucone. “No city t I never believed could really change.”

    “No imagination,” said Mogget, sternly. “No ter. A fatal flaw.”

    “Mogget,” Sabriel said indignantly, angry at t for crus anotion.

    “o toucone?”