g in.

    It  a lessening of t. Faintly, ss and even . . . screams . . . from outside.

    ting h older weapons now.

    “Quickly,” so make a  ring around trix, if you enant, please put your men in among the girls . . .”

    Anyime, t t.

    t, it ruction. Men moved quickly to took their hands purposefully.

    In a feer Mages.

    Linked by touc need to speak. She ring.

    toucone, to , a familiar and poo , less po not  skill—and so on, righe ring.

    Sloo t of ill it started to project inex of a o stream about treaks rotating clock, er and greater speed.

    Still Sabriel kept ter Magic floo ter, draer Mages could produce. Soldiers and sco t tayed linked, te.

    Sloself began turning on tform, eam jetted forts lid, but t ill so spin faster and faster, till it eam and yolk-yello.

    t suddenly stopped, to le over ter Mages’ o ty paces away.

    ter Magic  too, as if earts success, and ticipants still on t.

    avering, ill tigoucone and trix, Sabriel tottered over to the sarcophagus and looked in.

    “artled  glance back up at toucone, “ like you!”

    Before toucone could anseel classide in ting gres still standing dreo t before terrified soldiers, hemselves down, and sobbed, or laughed, or shook in silence.

    Beill rol. Instead of running on, t the bar in place.

    “ed back toerror. t about who “he”

    was.

    “Quick, tes!” Sabriel snapped. S over t look too closely at toucone.

    Sired, and till Fre