t blocks came a by sing, aggered back, ac to combat t seemed to eat at te-blond moustaccill stretco take him away.

    Sabriel looked at t, unsettling s sick too, allic taste in h.

    “e  open,” s. “trongly protected. I t toucone taking my o form a line reinforcement of ter Magic. Does everyone knoer marks for the opening spell?”

    the soldiers nodded, or said, “Yes, ma’am.”

    One said, “Yes, Abhorsen.”

    Sabriel looked at  affected by the Free Magic.

    “You can call me Sabriel, if you ,” srangely unsettled by w he had called her.

    t like ayed properly bloody dead.”

    “tainly.

    S — you could alell—but e . . .

    “,” said toucone. ured for o go in front of ly bow.

    “Let’s finis o do, Abhorsen.”

    Sabriel boion t  tual about it. to took a deep breattling into a determined mold.

    Beginning to form ter marks of opening in ook toucone’s os dark, serior in stark contrast  tles and tumbled stones. Beoucone urned to take enant Aire’s, Aire gripping a Sergeant’s, t teen Cer Mages in all, if only t rank.

    Sabriel felt ter Magic er and brigill s lost o tep bringing t all-too-familiar nausea, trollable s trong in ronger the sickness.

    S ter Magic go.

    Instantly, t, and a terrible scream ec, and Sabriel snatcered. A second later, steam billo all around t gouts of scalding steam, forcing Sabriel out, tumbling out of the hill.

    Sabriel and toucone oget five yards dorance to toucone’s stomacle, but b