to t tle past noon. tumbled out onto teps of turnal animals prematurely flus of an underground warren.

    Sabriel looked around at t, sunlit trees, tain.

    Everyted c .

    S too, losing focus in treating lines of clouds just edging about t. Gone forever . . .

    “tern part of Palace he blueness.

    “?”

    “to t Yard.”

    It oucone talking. Sabriel closed old o concentrate, to get a grip on t toucone.

    reaked from , plastered flat, armor and cloter dripped doill , angled to the ground.

    “You didn’t tell me you ional tone. S ing on trange in  s o do anyt it.

    “I’m not,” toucone replied, s t my fatook up er ’s deating accident before I o t Yard?”

    “I suppose so,” Sabriel said dully. “Fating for us to tell us wo go.”

    “I see,” said toucone.  Sabriel’s vacant eyes, took ing and oddly floppy arm, and steered orees t marked a pato tern end of tly, increasing oucone sped up, till tically jogging. toucone was pusion.

    A feo more laarted up tco top.

    t tones  maintenance, and te deep ruts and   in one and s fell, toucone just catc to break s of tness cutting through her dumb despair.

    “hy are we running?”

    “those scavengers are following us,”

    toucone replied sly, pointing back t te.”

    Sabriel looked alking.

    t Sabriel and toucone could not escape to be t of casual beaters, easily driving tupid prey to a definite end. One of toucone cure t distance made unclear, but entions were cle