cause tress, or lift toucone’s spirits.

    “hink he will come?”

    asked toucone. Mogget didn’t need to ask who “he” was.

    “Soon,” replied t, in a matter-of-fact tone.

    “I al rap.”

    “So  out of it?” asked toucone, trying to keep eady. ing a strong desire to leave tection and run for tair, splas ted over, immobile . . .

    “I’m not sure ,  tatues nearby. “It depends on Sabriel and her.”

    “ can we do?”

    “Defend ourselves if tacked, I suppose,”

    dra, as if stating to a tiresome co ter t Kerrigor doesn’t come before Sabriel returns.”

    “ if oucone, staring  into t if he does?”

    But Mogget . All toucone arving rats creeping up to a sleeping drunk’s dinner.

    Sabriel  same niggling sensation prompted o stop, to look out into terfall itself, and ther.

    Somee itself, so only er.

    “Fat sed to rus first, s  , several times.

    Sabriel folloerfall, arms reaco pull itself out of te. Sepped for tated. It  to yverley College. S ly—almost a smile.

    Sepped back, still cautious. t t cerfall  was  he sway of some power.

    ture finally self out, muscles differently arranged to a raining along t stood on t, bulky ing from side to side, to  familiar rolling gait. Several paces aopped, and pointed at its mouts ja no sound issued from its red and fless back, doo ters of te.

    Sabriel t for a moment, t to ring tated—for to sound Dyrim  t it fall. Dyrim rang, s and clear, several notes sounding from t one