Leaving tbounded quarter of Belisaere proved to be a more difficult business tering it, particularly t to a long-abandoned street of derelict oy.

    t t and efficient toucone ing to be let tten in to a broad-bladed axe. Most of t, deeply curved boheir backs.

    “oucone. “ into t of ty?”

    “Scavengers,” replied toucone. “Some of to last nigioned them.

    Parts of ty o till plenty of loot to be found. A risky business, I think . . .”

    Sabriel nodded tfully and looked back at t of ting by t  , s t soucone probably looked like rival scavengers. After all, o leave tection of s er? S a bit like a ten scavenger. Even fres test items of ill slig cloak t covered , because it  been er   of lemon, for ted soap.

    Sabriel t ting for t clearly ting for someted beting or squatting men picked togeto something resembling a line.

    Sabriel looked over o see o ty ceen. tongued ened to a long central congues occasionally licking against an ear or top of a small head.

    “I oo,” muttered toucone, moving up closer to Sabriel, s. “But I t it ory. t, for to draend to search.”

    “ting!” raged Sabriel.

    “Immoral! t scavengers! e o stop it!”

    Sarted foro blind and confuse t a sed her.

    Mogget, riding on  under rickled down in races, as o her ear.

    “ait! t  profit t is t t of the Dead!”

    Sabriel stood still, sears of rage and anger  s attack. Just stood, che children.

    to te, silent,   even fidget in tanding still, ill to