t-up pat it o ankle-depthigh-high slippages.

        Only tood er, and to, not tooue o , of course, rode, e fox fur.

        ater and mud, coupled ain pat slo took an o cover less t er in ternoon t of ter, up onto t. At least t, glang up. ter sun    particularly    and couldn’t be described as glaring, but it ainly deter most kindred of turing out.

        o to eps carved from tar. tled on top of t ty cozy brick cottages, ile roofs, some painted brigen.

        It ely silent, save for t of oue dreoget so-s passed for a main street, s noered windows.

        Bot uneasy, nervous—a nasty, tingling, creepiion climbing up from spio nape of neck, to foreer mark.

        Sabriel also felt things.

        Lesser Dead, , lurking    somewhere nearby, in house or cellar.

        At treet, on t point of ter Stoood on a patded laone ourf. A body lay in front of tone,    bound, t across t a clear sign of one.

        Sabriel k by ted from to ly ruined, s, but already to Deat feel ts beyond, leaking out around tone, sug he air.

        too, s beyond tience fo fall.

        As sed, ter Mage, dead but t s expected to find the dead person was a woman.

        ide s, but t, t cut, s brown    and blood.

        “t, indig a bracelet on    ter look. t er marks of greenstone. Dead marks no in tal.

        “Shree or four days ago,”

        Sabriel announced. “toime.”

        toue looked back at ce.    Sabriel noticed t ire body ense, like a pressed ja-t.

        “ever . . . killed one, didn’t enslave ,”

        Sabriel added quietly, as if to herself.

        “I wonder why?”

        nor toue answered.

        For a moment, Sabriel sidered asking t uous desire for journeys into Deat experience. Instead, s t s of curled-up sleeping position.

        “I don’t know your name,    I e. Farewell.”

        Sood bad dreer marks for t    aone pressed against ler gripping s, clamping    beaded on    t, tongue clumsy, seeming swollen in h.

        t assistane, strengteadyiany, and a spark exploded above ting flame, to a fierce,    spread totally ing it, to leave only as cargo for the sea winds.

        tra strengtoue’s ly resting on her shoulder.

        As sraigouc.

        urned around, toue    drah helping her.

        “toue rong Cer Mage, perrong as s t of being a Cer Mage—s assumed ied marks and spells. Petty magics.

        “e s, proation, carefully avoiding ts from tone.

        “Find a boat, and put to sea before nightfall.”

        “t oue added quickly, pointing    seemed very keen to leave to Sabriel. But t daylig seemed to dull t. t t and thralk.

        teps in ts t liies t out into ter, sered uer of iion from wind and wave.

        ts moored in tied up to tties, or at t even a dingood on teps, looking doemporarily devoid of furt cties; t their business.

        Mogget sat near , sniffing t.

        toue stood he rear.

        “ noing ty s perpetual tilt against one.

        “t said, eyes slitted against ts    tied up betcrops of ro t.”

        Sabriel looked, but saill sracted telescope from toue’s back. ood pletely still    as ty village. Playing , but s really mind.    metapugging es.

        telescope, s Mogget ly ion: a glimpse of a ary sig bet led on tern side.

        Sing o ter, Sabriel follos le, er indicated t there, now removed.

        “It looks like to the island,”

        sting telescope doer, to keep running er bet t t idal er—”

        “Let’s go ttered toue.    , be no be guarding t .

        it furt off doeps, doo to ter. toue foll every feeps to c did likeinually looking back, peering up at the houses.

        Beters inccy of sarc to ter, still moving errible er. Rotten, corroded    teetal mouths.

        Fart by ligration, anger—and fear. they all knew who had passed.

        One suced by lot and pelled by its peers, gave up its existen Life    scream, vaniso Deater    o reaces to a final demise. But ter didn’t care about t.

        ter proved to be at least fiftee er    ones in front of ttered off into the sea.

        Instantly, toue rus of Sabriel, and s ter Magi c circle in t of till a she air.

        Four arroriking the circle, simply vanished.

        tely, striking stones or sea.

        “Arrooue. “Effective, but o keep going. Do reat?”

        “Not yet,” replied Sabriel. Sirring in to marked o be of little t.

        “ed Sabriel. “e are friends!”

        t t loose their nocked arrows.

        “’s title—usually, I mean?    are to toue, once again s s.

        “In my day . . .” toue replied slotention mostly on t, “in my day—Elder—for this size of village.”

        “e ed Sabriel. Sed at t advang behind her, and added, “Before darkness falls!”

        “ait!” came too, Sabriel realized t.

        turned in a fees, an older man urned ss to quivers. toue, seeing to maintain t , ted, leaving a momentary rainbow.

        t, as itle, ter. Loion of terested ce of one already close to death.

        “anding above ters like some prop of legend, he rising breeze.

        “ do you ?”

        Sabriel opened o ans    toue arted to speak. Loudly.

        “I am toue, sands before you. Are arrows your wele for such folk as we?”

        t for a moment,    eyes focused on Sabriel, as if rip ay or illusion by sight alone.

        Sabriel met    out of to toue.

        “ makes you t a friendly approacter? And since when are you my sworn—”

        Sopped, as t to speak and spat into ter. For a moment, s t t as oue reacted, it .

        “times,” to leave our firesides for t for seaengers and travelers are rare in sucimes, and not alhey seem.”

        “I am tantly.

        “Enemy of the Dead.”

        “I remember,” replied the old man, slowly.

        “Abo put dos t t brouger curse him.

        Ab coat you’re en-fathere was a sword, also . . .”

        antly. Sabriel stood, silently, ing fo on.

        “s to see toue said, voice flat, after tretcoo far.

        “Oh,” replied Sabriel, flushing.

        It e obvious. Carefully, so as not to alarm t up to ter marks could clearly be seen, silver dancers on the blade.

        “Yes,” sig is ter-spelled.

        She Abhorsen.”

        urned and tottered back too t of a fiser ors!    last!”

        Sabriel gla toue, raising    tion of t touet .

        “It is traditional for someone of o be announced by tly. “And table o travel     best, illicit lovers. o mine in suc eyes. You see?”

        “A e bad spread from o    felt a lot like being on te’s severest social put-do about    raveling togetainly, in Aierre, it . But only some t seemed.

        “Lesson tered Mogget from some of ten. I    any fres ill flopping—”

        “Be quiet!” Sabriel interrupted. “You’d better    pretend to be a normal cat for a while.”

        “Very alking ao sit on toue.

        Sabriel    to reply scatest curve at toue’s moutoue? Grinning? Surprised, sort on o it altogeto stoling bang.

        “Please cross quickly,” teadied tures in t done.”

        true to    of closing rain mingled    and salty smell of t furt beoue bringing up the rear.
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