ers, cer mark, or race of Free Magic.

    Beyond t, streets e rically spouting fountain—ter jetted from tatue, a statue of an impressively crowned man.

    “King Anstyr toucone, pointing at tain. “range sense of s. I’m glad it’s still there.”

    “ better no sizenry  in league he Dead.

    “toucone, indicating t out of reaced blow.

    “Sign of t in ty, lord, lady.”

    turned back from to go on,  rang times, ting into flighe square.

    “’s t?” asked Sabriel. t he bell.”

    “Sunfall,” replied t s as if stating t be cloud coming, or somefing.”

    “Everyone comes in whe sunfall bell sounds?” asked Sabriel.

    “Course!” snorted ts or t you.”

    “I see,” replied Sabriel. “Lead on.”

    Surprisingly, te a pleasant inn. A  fronted onto a smaller square some tain Square. trees in t-smelling leaves and copious amounts of fruit, despite ter Magic, t Sabriel, and sure enouger Stone  trees, and a number of ancient spells of fertility, itude. Sabriel sniffed ted air gratefully, t ing the square.

    Bein bat er. Several large buckets . Sabriel closed to look at tillsteaming er in anticipation.

    “ill t be all, miss?” asked tseying.

    “Yes, t ting inking, s- and salt-encrusted armor and garments t ually stuck to er almost a  sea. Naked, sed  tefully into ter, taking up ted soap to begin removing t.

    toucone’s—voice. ter gurgling, t maid giggling. Sabriel stopped soaping and concentrated on t inct male voice, than one.

    t to