ll. t Docky Point before six in ternoon.

    Sabriel  for t ten miles, ill clutcigoucone’s.  silently too, but c as t tary zone, looking at tierre, te cars and  pulled off t of tary policemen on motorcycles.

    “I’m all rigly, as to pass town of Bain.

    toucone nodded, still caring at treet. toared back, for it o see soldiers in full Perimeter battle equipment, s and soucone he Old Kingdom.

    “e o stop by tation, and endent,”  to an imposing ric lanterns  t, and a sturdy sign proclaiming it to be ters of tabulary.

    ood up,  of ted out and daseps, a curiously incongruous figure in mail and kable descending teps looked ready to stop  stopped ead and saluted.

    “I’m all riged. “You can let go of my hand.”

    toucone smiled, and flexed tle in  puzzled, too, ill t on t, little fingers just touching.

    In any otoainly aff car o took one look, sa tural caution, or a touc,  ters, not merely eel and iron, but also ious, took to ts sandy islets,  even pretending to be fishing.

    five minutes later, accompanied by a tall, serious-looking man oo-small pince-nez clinging to turned to th considerable skill.

    A fees later, before t t buildings of too ring bes later, anoto t, there were bells ringing all around.

    “Quick o tendent must ice in t.”

    “toucone.

    to feel more at rouble.  no fear from it—but ter facing time,  t h any fear.

    “Yes,” replied fall.

    Lock all doors and ry to strangers. S inside and out. Prepar