Sabriel ed Belisaere to be a ruined city, devoid of life, but it    so. By time ts toruly impressive    riy stood, ts, of a size ed as ting elling of    be in Belisaere. “Good sun and s er”    typical greeting in toue’s time.

        ty’s main . A o a vast pool, easily as big as ty or ty playing fields.    most ed. to tted bey imony to long abando.

        Only tern dock looked lively. trading vessels of bygone days, but many small coastal craft, loading and unloading. Derricks s; longss. No opped boottle more tly decorated frameing a patcables for tools for tomers. to be no sage of ers in general, Sabriel noted, as toue steered for a vat bert as if time ed.

        toue let t go slack, and broug into t in time for to lose    an oblique ao t li before s to a bollard, a street urc for her.

        “Penny for t,” he crowd.

        “Penny for t, lady?”

        Sabriel smiled, , and flicked a silver penny at t it, grinned and disappeared into tream of people moving along t precisely    furty. Belisaere    upon four lo tell, only t k ty’s area, ed hem.

        t of ty, on truly be said to be ied ten y could be. Even in Aierre, sed a a big city by Aierran standards, and it didn’t e cars t ly adding to Aierran    noise for t ten years, but Belisaere made up for it ing, selling, buying, singing . . .

        “as it like ted at toue, as to them.

        “Not really,” ansoue. “t a market. It er, too, and people were in less of a rush.”

        tood on tcream of y and goods, umult, and smelling all ty replag the sea breeze.

        Cooking food, ing w could only be sewage . . .

        “It    er,” added toue.

        “Look, I t find an inn or elry. Someay for t.”

        “Yes,” replied Sabriel. Sant to eide. t t ireement    stank to    han sewage.

        toue snagged a passing boy by tio eye toget, a silver penny co toue folloly, and grabbed ioned Mogget after him.

        It    time Sabriel ouc gave ainly,    was a sudden grab . . .

        larger t serestingly calloused aured. Quickly, s of rated on folloion of the crowd.

        t topped market, along oreet of little bootreet of fish and fowl.

        t fish, clear-eyed and wriggling.

        Vendors yelled t buy, and buyers sed offers or amazement at ts, bags and boxes es to be filled er, squid or s from palm to palm, or, occasionally, s into t-poucallholders.

        to gretle quieter.

        talls    trade unted. Sabriel, seeing an expert knife-man beer roed on sting out th.

        Beyond t ty ground. It entionally cleared, first tock, sill s t ran beyond and parallel to trip of eland. ty folk    of ty s, a.

        tion, allos to be guarded—and sure    enougrol of arcop it, tted, ss against to a tral arc’s four tiers, and there.

        Smaller arued on eag t’s main c to prevent unautry by t er overhe Dead.

        Sabriel dreig ttention to extort a silver penny from toue. te—even fourte— soldiers, cer mark, or race of Free Magic.

        Beyond t, streets e rically spouting fountain—ter jetted from tatue, a statue of an impressively ed man.

        “King Anstyr toue, pointing at tain. “range sense of s. I’m glad it’s still there.”

        “ better no sizenry    in league he Dead.

        “toue, indig t out of reaced blow.

        “Sign of t in ty, lord, lady.”

        turned back from to go on,    rang times, ting into flighe square.

        “’s t?” asked Sabriel. t he bell.”

        “Sunfall,” replied t s as if stating t be cloud ing, or somefing.”

        “Everyone es in whe sunfall bell sounds?” asked Sabriel.

        “Course!” ss or t you.”

        “I see,” replied Sabriel. “Lead on.”

        Surprisingly, te a pleasant inn. A    fronted onto a smaller square some tain Square. trees in t-smelling leaves and copious amounts of fruit, despite ter Magic, t Sabriel, and sure eorees, and a number of a spells of fertility, itude. Sabriel sed air gratefully, t ing the square.

        Bein bat er. Several large buckets . Sabriel closed to look at tillsteaming er in anticipation.

        “ill t be all, miss?” asked tseying.

        “Yes, t ting inking, s- and salt-encrusted armor and garments t ually stuck to er almost a    sea. Naked, sed    tefully into ter, taking up ted soap to begin removing t.

        toue’s—voice. ter gurgling, t maid giggling. Sabriel stopped soaping and trated on t inct male voice, than one.

        t toue laug, sharp, moans.

        omanly ones. Sabriel flusted eet time, to ter so s er, all , save for t, eg in her flooded ears.

        did it matter? S toue in t    t anotion— traception—messiness—emotions. trate on planning.

        t    because toue    young man s out of sc    was none of    even know his real name . . .

        A dull tapping noise on t of ter, just in time to isfied, mase and dra moan from the wall.

        S to stick ’s pink nose appeared on the rim.

        So s up, er casg dohere.

        Angrily, ss and said, “ do you ?”

        “I just t t you migo kno toue’s room is t , indig t room opposite t    got a bato knoairs in time, getting the loews.”

        “O t o t in tell    be long.”

        ty minutes later, a    Sabriel, garbed in a borro asleep on top of it), crept on slippered feet ty on room and tapped ty, begrimed toue on the back, making him spill his beer.

        “Your turn for t    refilled. Mogget’s in t mind.”

        “oue, as mu. “I just    to get , t’s all.”

        “Good,” replied Sabriel, obscurely. “I’ll anize for dio be served in your room, so .”

        In t, t take long, nor    sloively festive occasion. t, , et past troubles and future fears for a little while.

        But, as soon as t disearragon vinegar— reasserted itself, plete h cares and woe.

        “I t likely place to find my fat . . . t place, he way?”

        “Uoue.

        “t o enter. All lie beyond t-guarded valley.”

        “You are probably rig your father,”

        Mogget ented from    of blas in toue’s bed. “But t is also t dangerous place for us to go.

        Cer Magic ly    our enemy . . .”

        “Kerrigor,” interrupted Sabriel. “But    be to sneak in—”

        “e migo sneak around the edges,”

        said toue. “t er is very still—sound carries.

        And ter.”

        “If I    find my fat back to ubbornly, “tever fronts us. t is t t a plication t’s followed on.”

        “Or preceded it,” said Mogget. “So, I take it your master plan is to sneak in, as far as ucked a happens?”

        “e’ll go in the middle of a clear, sunny day . . .” Sabriel began.

        “It’s underground,” interrupted Mogget.

        “So o retreat to,” Sabriel tinued in a quelling tone.

        “And t ss,” added toue.

        “At noon, it’s a sort of dim ter.”

        “So,    back to safety ake there.”

        “It sounds like a terribly brilliant plan to me,”

        muttered Mogget. “ty . . .”

        ‘‘ you tried, and I ’t. I ierre and fet t t eat up everytten Kingdom. Maybe it     at least I’ll be trying someto be and you’re alelling me I’m not!”

        Silence greeted toue looked a looked at her, yawned and shrugged.

        “As it    thing else.

        I’ve groupid over tupider the Abhorsens I serve.”

        “I t’s as good a plan as any,” toue said, uedly. ated, though I am afraid.”

        “So am I,” ’s a sunny day tomorrohere.”

        “Yes,” said toue. “Before oo afraid.”
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