“te,” said toue. “e    be able to move him.”

        “Yes. I kno    t of o tones. “I to go into Deatc back.”

        “!” exclaimed toue. ter, as the ech, “here?”

        “If    our oe . . .”

        Sabriel ti    da bay.”

        “Most danger,” toue said grimly, looking around, trying to peer past tigtle globe of light.

        “It rap us    it, so close to tones. I kno I couldn’t do it alo t.”

        “e so bine our strengths.

        t keep ch, we should manage.”

        “ do you t?” asked toue, turning    ttle animal on his shoulder.

        “I roubles,” grumbled Mogget.

        “And I trap. But since o be done.”

        “I don’t like it,” woue.

        Just standing to toook most to enter Deatempting fate.    migal made by tones? For t matter,    ansion, studyioue    folloantly, f o move in s steps, minimizing the splash and ripple of his wake.

        Sabriel snuffed out    it t, t her open palm.

        “Put your s did not invite versatiument. toue ated—        boter. Instinctively, tle tigo give h.

        “Mogget—keep cructed.

        So visualize t mark, t of the four cardinal wards.

        toue took a quick look around, too, draion.

        Pain s to Sabriel’s. to focus. t    spread up above ing tic pains. But o just oion of a diamond of prote.

        Finally, t mark floook root in the reservoir floor.

        it opening to face t mark.

        till, and boting and s finally began its gloence. Sabriel’s    and feverisoue’s flesed violently beting    and serrible    rengt recovered.

        t mark rial of endurance.

        Sabriel lost tration for a moment, so toue o    making    unpleasant otally out of trol. t mark floer.

        Desperation gave truggled    for ill it almost squirmed    from t. But at t moment, Sabriel spent all to free oue pus of two    and sorrow.

        tly doo brilliance, brilliance dulled by ter. Lines of Cer-fire ran from it to t mark, from East mark to Souto est mark and back again. te.

        Immediately, t a lessening of terrible presence of toed to toue’s legs a. Mogget stirred and stretc signifit movement aking up position around toue’s neck.

        “A good casting,” Sabriel said quietly, looking at through eyes half-lidded in weariness.

        “Better t one I cast.”

        “I don’t knotered toue, staring do terfire.

        ill or under a raig he fanged end of a snake.

        S artled, and aring at tion of    for t time,     lines of care, and ttle sad around till shere were yellowing bruises on her cheekbones.

        Siful and toue realized t    of erms of    as a    all . . .

        “I’d better be going,” said Sabriel, suddenly embarrassed by toue’s stare.     to traps t h.

        “Let me oue. ood close, fumbling iff leat spent oion, he bells.

        Sabriel looked doempted to kiss t ter, a tiny part marking ter    s.

        trap came undone, and toue    stepped back. Sabriel dreilling the bell.

        “It probably    be a long    for you,” sime moves strangely i ba too, so you and Mogget should leave . . .”

        “I’ll be ing,” replied toue firmly.

        “ time it is down here anyway?”

        “And I’ll , it seems,” added Mogget.

        “Unless I    to s of . May ter be h you, Sabriel.”

        “And ill couldn’t sense any of t t . . .

        “e’ll    to be    replied sourly. “One her.”

        “I ,”    turo face tarted to raise ions to enter Death.

        Suddenly, toue slos almost    t rathan her cheek.

        “For luck,” toue said nervously.

        “Sabriel.”

        So t tionless form. A sed later, ice crystals began to crack out of    ran in lines dohe sword and bell.

        toue cill it greoo cold, treated to tice of turned outed to er-fire as if rolling ttlements of a castle.

        Mogget coo, from    ernal luminesce.

        Boten turo gaze at Sabriel.

        to Deatoo easy—by tones.

        Sabriel felt tes, proclaiming easy entry to Life for any     Dead nearby. Fortunately, t of toug of the river.

        Sabriel started forely, carefully sing t t in ters. But notoacked, save tant t.

        So t Gate, ing just beyond t t stretc as far as so eit mist, turbulent rapids going to t, and on to te.

        Remembering pages from t seetongue h raw power.

        t parted, revealing a series of erfalls t appeared to drop into an unending blaess. Sabriel spoke some more ured to t a h her sword.

        A pating terfall like a finger drater. Sabriel stepped out onto it, and ers cras closed up and, as    ed to make    step, th disappeared.

        t . t current. t oo.

        Not total darkness promised at terfalls, but t quality in its greyness. A blurring effect, t made it difficult to see furtouch.

        Sabriel tinued carefully, using o probe tted by many neancers and not a ferust o tread fidently a speed.

        Al. test trace of    it    to Life. So go on.

        te ially an enormous    least t , and    ligo o its rim. Sabriel icularly careful e—so ses tug against    an early age. Sopped ried to focus on tly raging whirlpool.

        A faint squel, s full arm-stretc circle of Cer-spelled steel. It struck Dead spirit-fles jumped back, at t scream, but se oo close.

        t stepped back, its ly severed neck. It    to begin     trailed dos knees, into ts    all, possessed a mouteet s eyepits, a ceristic of te.

        It snarled and brougs long, ske of ter to try and straigs tempting to rest it back atop the ly hewn neck.

        Sabriel struck again, and to t, te across ter. t o te.

        tood arted to cautiously step sides remaining    of it.

        Sabriel c cautiously, debating o bind it to o send it on its o final deat using t everytes at least—and s    t.

        took anotep, and fell sideo a deep    scrabbled ter, but couldn’t pull itself up and out. It only succeeded iing across into t,    into te.

        Once again, Sabriel recited o     range    in this place of leeg cold.

        iters of te sloilled. tex separated out into a long spiral path, winding downwards.

        Sabriel, c rode out to tarted doo swirl again.

        t to Sabriel it seemed only a matter of minutes before s into t.

        trie place. ter    ter too—still grey, but you could see fart. Even tous current    of a tickle around t.

        But t    time, Sabriel broke into a run, sprinting as fast as soe, just visible in ta    Gate—a erfall cealed in a .

        Be annou gave    Sabriel didn’t spare t. Notand t. You simply ran as fast as possible, o reac gate—whichever way you were going.

        ts er sound. Sabriel didn’t look, but only ran faster. Looking over ion of a sed, and t migo reace, stunned flotsam for t beyond . . .

        toue stared out past tice, listening. ant dripping.

        Somettempting to be surreptitious.     too, from tensing of cat paws on his shoulder.

        “ you see anyt into till    blog t from ts, t tervals of sunlig, in any case, too far ao be from a suddeurn of sun.

        “Yes,”    of tair.

        the reservoir walls.”

        toue looked at Sabriel, no, like a ering statue.    like shaking her shoulder, screaming for help . . .

        “ kind of Dead are t kno t S of ty, and Mordits, like t    of them all.

        Except for w Rogir    . . .

        “tered Mogget. “All ty putrest ooo. t just walking.”

        toue stared again, trying by so see—but till er. too still for     as a foolision. Any suced s.

        “ are tilting t.    o eady, but ttle flame flickered, clear evidence of tiny s ran down his arm.

        “Just lining up along the walls, in ranks,”

        Mogget    like an huard . . .”

        “Cer preserve us,” toue croaked,    in    of absolute dread and terrible foreboding. “Rogir . . . Kerrigor.

        be here . . . and he’s ing . . .”
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