“Rescued?”

    “Married,” replied Sabriel, absently. Sent on cting bad neelephone.

    toucone didn’t speak. Everyto sering on Sabriel, ernoon sun. I love . But if I say thing now, I may never . . .

    elepo a signaler, and turned tooucone c o be alone o say someto say anything.

    Per five seconds together . . .

    I am not afraid, o himself.

    “I love you,”  mind.”

    Sabriel looked back at  despite  ill ture—but seeing toucone staring appre her somehow gave her hope.

    “I don’t mind,” sooo, Cer  now is—”

    “telepo ter Crossing Point just  out,” ing above to talk. “A fog started rolling across t reacrenc four forty-six. After t, none of t speaking to ty Officer t young cerested in your aircraft.  about to reacion. t silent.”

    “So,” said Sabriel. “Kerrigor didn’t  till sundown. her.”

    “From timings given by ter,”

    ever’s in it— is moving sout around ty miles an ’ll reac seven. Dark,  to come.”

    “Let’s go to Docky Point starts from behe pub.

    Shall I lead?”

    “Best not,” replied urned, and sed some orders, accompanied by considerable ing. itaking to Docky Point. First, t Scouts, arcer Mages all. t platoon of infantry, bayonets fixed, rifles at t t into an arrooons, and telephone wire from a large and cumbersome drum.

    It  among trees, tly as ting by s, only tread and ttle of armor or equipment disturbing t.

    Sunsrees, ric already losing its ter-colored  aste and no potency.

    toop