Kerrigor seemed to  .  cloud of darkness e again, e fire, no dazzling brilliance fighin.

    ill, and Sabriel ’s brief  ion came.

    Kerrigor ing, like a glutton after an overly ambitious meal.

    Sabriel s t, bile tainting  t o be better. Botoucone aken alive, and kept t ill t ts yahe reservoir . . .

    S image.

    to be someto be he Old Kingdom . . .

    perer Magic. Sed t a single bell could s? It  falling ttered ed, last  attract ttention. the hall . . .

    Even in darkness, till. Sabriel craps t   none entered the hall.

    till men to fig upon.

    on in ter’s business.

    traps came undone. Kerrigor didn’t move, .

    In one quick motion, Sabriel she bells.

    Kerrigor did move tly, aller too, stretcill  reaced ceiling. o full, raging, flaming fury, and he spoke.

    “toys, Aboo late. Mucoo late.”

    It  just  froze Sabriel’s nerves, caug ely, sruggled to ring t s were locked in place . . .

    tantalizingly sloill oue of roug, enctoirs.

    Someone—a girl quietly coug  breatouc caress. A small spark of golden Cer Magic came from t dying touco Sabriel’s veins, traveling ups, freeing muscles. At last it reacs and  .

    It  true sound it sook t—but it .

    Kerrigor slid back, and le more twice Sabriel’s .

    But  subject to Sabriel’s will.

    Saranet bound h had only forced him back.

    Sabriel rang trating on t counterpoint beto tion, he would walk where she willed . . .

    And for a sec