But t close; talons failed to rend defenseless flesh.

        Instead, Sabriel felt a sudden surge of Cer Magid Cer marks flared around tly t t red after-images at ts dang across her vision.

        Blinking, sep out from tones of tall and obviously strong man, win of Sabriel’s own.

        tling do’s arm, biting out a    flesree.

        t    it ra t s    of his mail-clad body.

        Curiously for mail, it made no sound, no jangling from teel links. A strange body u too, Sabriel sas and t     all.    every square iny, stantly moving Cer marks, and Sabriel could see y air.

        was a Cer-g, a sending.

        Outside, t eam traiing pressure, test as tself against tered and clouds of t fell from tside.

        turo face Sabriel and offered its o ook it, looking up at it as ired, frozen legs struggled to make a tento, t, fluid and uling. Its face    stay fixed, migratiies. Some    all bore tougent visages. Its    body and clotly, too,    tails al    er Magic.

        “t pouhe dain.

        “ . . . do you t . . .    get through?”

        t go o point up t it did not speak.

        Sabriel turned o follos pointing    rose up into darkness. Cer marks illuminated    faded only a little e t taste ter-spells t rode on ty air.

        “I must go on?” asked Sabriel, as it pointed again, more urgently. ts ing e. Be billo, and t    smell of t ed the air.

        ts nose and gave Sabriel a bit of a pus dire, like a parent urging a relut co press on. But Sabriel needed n. ill burning in arily extinguis    o blaze again. S arted to o the passage.

        Ser a feo see tis s tion. Beyond it, ting, breaking around a e.

        t reac migoot    its prey ting a burned all over noed from its moutorrent, and black smoke rose like a sed s, eddying in crazy circles as it howled.

        Sabriel looked ating off at a fast    ter and faster, became a jog and t pounded on tone, but it    until s sprinting, t sill back at t,    sruck ion to go back, but it passed before it even became scious t. Even so, al of she bell handles.

        It one, keeping pace h her.

        Cer marks fness, and for many ot kne marks and many of t Sabriel    a First in magi an Aierran sc mage in tion of ignoranedies against stupid pride.

        Ariking supernatural flesing off stone.

        Sabriel didn’t o look back to kno ing t tle of suc a on failing inel variety y to leave t. Oure got a fe past t c t past.

        t t gave    of speed, but Sabriel k . ion,    stiff, muscles ready to cramp, and o bubble han air.

        Ao go on and on, sloping ever up t only s mig be too far a past t little patch of darkness . . .

        Even as t passed t so t trag of a door    by t. It    the doorkeeper.

        At time, Sabriel became a . But it side, beyond t    a vibration, a s s than heard.

        rucks passing on a road above, Sabriel t, before remembering ant, she sound.

        Some erfall    made so great a sound must be fed by an equally great river.

        Runni of it fueled Sabriel    rengt beyond    of speed, s    t tant so find the handle .

        But anotouc, ter marks defieel ther sending.

        terminate sex, for it s     and back.

        It bouro reveal brigarligerfall roared the open doorway, apanied by flecks of flying spray.

        it tepped out.

        t t, before dragging a delicate, silver portcullis do ly came out of t t poer sendings. But door, portcullis and lock , not stop it. test of running er, or timely glare of a noonday sun.

        t lay at    and till many ood on a narro projected out from t least four tle to , a st fey river self over to make a truly glorious erfall. Sabriel leaned fortle, to look at ters crasing e    could easily swallow ire sch.

        It , coupled er, made    make out an island, an island percerfall, dividing to treams. It    a very big island, about tball field, but it rose like a surbulent ers.

        Encirg tone- of six men. Be oo dark to see clearly, but toing, pencil silte, iles t    beginning to catco tence of a ctery and cellar. tudy, Sabriel suddenly remembered, occupied to top floor of toop floor ory, botars aory.

        It    times, all o remember muc period of ly filled ions of travelers,    teriors of t campsites t all blurred toget even remember terfall, t did stir snition—somethe mind of a four-year-old girl.

        Unfortunately, s remember o get to ther-sending had given her—Abhorsen’s Bridge.

        S realized sill ttle gate ugged at ed doeps carved into teps leading rigo the river.

        time, Sabriel didn’t ate. So ter sending and eps. t’s presence    ranger’s rank breat e, ts battering aru er roar of ters.

        teps led to t did epping-stones leading out to the island.

        Sabriel eyed t ter. It    an alarming speed. tepping-stones s boisterous s and, even tc s of snow and ice.

        Sabriel cream le by, and pictured its slings ride over to be smas so far below.

        Ss place, and t of t be t    its , of t    sh.

        Ss skidded a little and    seady, bent over in a ing to rebalance, so t stone a, and again, in a mad leapfrog the river.

        , er beopped and looked back.

        t cullis broken and mangled in its grip. te    t    surprising. Defeated, it il ter-spell reneself—er.

        till, but it cure couldn’t cross t made no attempt to do so. In fact, tared at it, t seemed to    t ent to . It ry, guarding    ing for someto o arrive . . .

        Sabriel suppressed a shudder and jumped on.

        t no of age leading up to a gate in te reetops rees, t.

        Birds flerees and totle birds launc    fet tall, flame-etcte of t, brooding on the ledge.

        earily, so t stone and collapsed on teps of tage. Even o a little slit directly to . tage loomed close, as so te and edly fell against it.

        te sco a paved courtyard, t, ty apples. to t door of t against s mouterpoint to te cat t lay coiled on t before the door.

        Sabriel lay on t t, blinking back tears. t ted its ly to look at , green eyes.

        “aggered once more to    and ep. So pat t, and froze—for, as t t its s ned ti here.

        t terspell on it ro, most enduring, binding t Sabriel —and ture Sara , but    a Free Magic creature of a power.

        “Ab, its little pink tongue darting. “About time you got here.”

        Sabriel stared at it for a moment, gave a little sort of moan and fell for of exion and dismay.
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