e to see, orial fift doubt t t of to  tion .

    Just as Mrs. Umbrade reacaff, all ts  out. For a moment, total, s, ting, craso ther.

    Sabriel stood er from a s t,  t t t t greo tes and cast a steady yellos down by Mrs.

    Umbrade, and Sabriel recognized trix Green recognition, a sligurning of just one side of s  because Kerrigor ric substation, and t he village.

    As expected, Mrs. Umbrade  telling eac going on about rudeness and some General. Sabriel sarix beall, bent figure of tress, and waved.

    “And I  to ly laid ty on the back of her neck.

    “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Sabriel said, standing next to temporarily frozen form of tress.

    “But temporarily taking over. I am assisting Colonel o come doo t rix Greenudents, staff, gardeners, everyone—must go to top floors of toill daomorrow.”

    “ics Mistress. “’s all t?”

    “Sometly, cly be attacked by the Dead.”

    “So to my students?”

    Miss Greenwo frigeachers.

    Sion, and then added, “Abhorsen.”

    “to everyone,” Sabriel said bleakly. “But  ter Mages  even a chance . . .”

    “ell,” replied Miss Greenter get organized tcs— tter take cion to  to. Mrs. S round up Cook and t some freser, food and candles, too. Mr. Arkler, if you o fetche gymnasium . . .”

    Seeing t all rol, Sabriel sigside, past soldiers stringing oil lamps up in te t ill ligside, t sunlighe day.

    toucone and ts  noo glos os in blood. Apart from ts pulling t close to it. Soldiers ions on t