Sabriel reace just a fume up and out of rils h acrid fumes.

        ted ts, and Sabriel stepped s cargo of Dead doo terfall beyond. Sabriel ed a moment more, for to appear, to t.

        tively easy area to traverse. t rong again, but predictable. t unned and rus’s wave.

        Sabriel rengto suppress t. S noion.

        , or past te, in t.

        Stle again, eager to find alk    oher was freed . . .

        But    in t. Sabriel reace    feeling any intensification of e erfall, of sorts, but it    cloaked in mist. It looked like ter from a small ter of only t do Sabriel kne if you approac tro spirit down.

        Sed    to launco t    top and look around.

        terfall stretco eit if so try and s lengt    ually looped ba itself, but as tars or anyto fix one’s position, you’d never knate.

        ? Everyone    into Deat of it. Not side tered    t -forms, or rare beings like t, hem.

        an urge to    to te, to turn on erfall. It ifiable urge, and t made range structs and inpre e from one of them.

        Sated, t it, t into ter,    parallel to terfall. It mig migion .

        “t and    stairs, too,” said Mogget. “More hands.”

        “ about th—where we came in?”

        asked toue, looking nervously from side to side, ears straining to ening to t into to form up in trange, regimented lines.

        “Not yet,” replied Mogget. “t stair ends in sunligo go the park.”

        “t be muc,” muttered toue, looking at t-ss. Some sunsered by clouds, but it    enougo cause tress, or lift toue’s spirits.

        “hink he will e?”

        asked toue. Mogget didn’t o ask who “he” was.

        “Soon,” replied t, in a matter-of-fact tone.

        “I al rap.”

        “So    out of it?” asked toue, trying to keep eady. ing a strong desire to leave te and run for tair, splas ted over, immobile . . .

        “I’m not sure ,    tatues nearby. “It depends on Sabriel and her.”

        “    we do?”

        “Defend ourselves if tacked, I suppose,”

        dra, as if stating to a tiresome co ter t Kerrigor doesn’t e before Sabriel returns.”

        “ if oue, staring    into t if he does?”

        But Mogget . All toue arving rats creeping up to a sleeping drunk’s dinner.

        Sabriel    same niggliion prompted o stop, to look out into terfall itself, and ther.

        Somee itself, so only er.

        “Fat sed to rus first, s    , several times.

        Sabriel folloerfall, arms reaco pull itself out of te. Sepped for tated. It    to yverley College. S ly—almost a smile.

        Sepped back, still cautious. t t cerfall    was    he sway of some power.

        ture finally self out, muscles differently arrao a raining along t stood on t, bulky ing from side to side, to    familiar rolling gait. Several paces aopped, and poi its mouts ja no sound issued from its red and fless back, doo ters of te.

        Sabriel t for a moment, t t tated—for to sound Dyrim    t it fall. Dyrim rang, s and clear, several notes sounding from t one peal, mixing togetions overheard in a crowd.

        Sabriel rang t -tc toure, o t peal. Sound seemed to envelope ter, cirg around its ed mouth.

        t could try and sound of its o once, and so the bells.

        t to find a foolisrained neancer, but even so, ttly, like a c ouch.

        ture’s mout ongue, a e fles    it    spoke he voice of Abhorsen.

        “Sabriel! I both hoped and feared you would e.”

        “Fat rapped spirit rature.

        “Father . . .”

        Sarted to cry. Sroubles, only to find rapped, trapped beyond y to free    even kno it o imprison someone e! “Sabriel! er! e ime for tears. here is your physical body?”

        “In t to yours. Inside a diamond of prote.”

        “And the Dead? Kerrigor?”

        “t    Kerrigor is somew know where.”

        “Yes, I kneered Ab move quickly.

        Sabriel, do you remember    taneously? Mosrael and Kibeth?”

        “t time? S ossible—or hpiece. “Remember.

        the Dead.”

        Slo came back, pages floating doo semory, like leaves from a sree. ter binations, if enougo    ter . . .

        “Yes,” said Sabriel, slowly. “I remember.

        Mosrael and Kibethey free you?”

        the answer was slow in ing.

        “Yes. For a time. Enougo do    be done. Quickly, now.”

        Sabriel rying not to t ruly live again.

        sciously, so barricade this knowledge from her mind.

        Sion than alone.

        Silled ying    aion, trating solely on them.

        Mosrael ser circle above . o a discordant, grating, but eie. Sabriel found oerfall, despite all s to keep still. A force like ted giant moved    ep forward.

        At time, erfall of te. , ac still Sabriel stepped on, till so ters, the bells filling her ears, f her onwards.

        t f o t. ter embraced on te.

        “ell done,” said Ab and e coy. “Orapped, it o send t o Life, before Kerrigor    plete hink. e on!”

        ly. Sabriel follo ions bursting up in    looking at    tures, t tubble just s of clote    of silver keys.    quite as tall as she remembered.

        “Fatrying to talk, keep up c time. “ is    is Kerrigor’s plan? I don’t uand.    I broughings?”

        “ slowing.

        “Ih?”

        “You ked Sabriel.

        “t be t    hing works! hy! hy?”

        “t I sent you to Aierre for to keep you safe. I    your moto keep you safe in to keep you eit our ically a prisoner. I couldn’t keep you ting , to do so.

        t good ime— kno I do now.”

        “hy?” asked Sabriel.

        “Kerrigor’s body,” replied Abo give ruly dead because ’s like an anc alones    body—but none of us ever found it, including me, because ed it is in Aierre. Obviously, someed it by no o it o do the spell, or shall I?”

        te.     for    immediately spoke t stra, like a far-off observer.

        Steps rose before tting terfall and t. Abook t a time, s s tiredness in ed muscles.

        “Ready to run?” asked Abook    teps and    into ted mists, a curiously formal gesture t remile girl, demanding to be properly escorted    out on one of ations.

        ter and faster, till Sabriel t umble tering to a    in a tangle of sword and bells.

        But s someing t e, so the whirlpool.

        “As I aki a time as ly as    ill an Ab various times, as far back as te, but t poning tronger all time, as lesser Cer Stones eriorated— and we grew weaker.”

        “ion oo quickly, particularly he run.

        “t Cer bloodlines,” replied Abo all is and purposes means Ab extinct. And t of t of struct left over after t t Stones.”

        trode fidently out into t, Sabriel close at ing, probing advance, Abically jogged along, obviously folloe.

        ell,    landmarks or any obvious signs, Sabriel    ty-odd years traversi as easy.

        “So,” tinued Abo finish Kerrigor ond for all.

        t you to roy it, and t form—, you    get t of ate, and , repair t Cer Stones . . .”

        “t . . . a ih?”

        “A bastard son, actually, and possibly crazy,”

        Ab really listening. “But ? Oh, yes, yes he is . . . you said was . . . you mean—”

        “Yes,” said Sabriel, unoue. And ing in the reservoir.

        ones. it.”

        Ab time, clearly taken aback.

        “All our plans go astray, it seems,” o to use my blood to break a Great Stone, but I mao protect myself, so ented rapping me ih.

        you o my body, and    I    trapped as securely as , and planned a reverse.

        But noo break t Cer—”

        “e,” Sabriel said, suddenly feeling afraid for toue.

        “t may not suffice,” replied Abronger every day aking trengtones. o break even tro Cer Magic defenses. rong enough now.

        But tell me of t?”

        “Mogget?” repeated Sabriel, surprised again.

        “But I met    our e cat,    carries a miniature Sarah.”

        “Mogget,” said Abrying to get able morsel. “t is t, or t creation, or t even ook t?    of albino do me, and ically never left t of prote for t hurry.”

        “I t ed off again. S mean to be bad-    tempered, but t felt reunioer. o notice    as a repository for numerous revelations and as ao deal h Kerrigor.

        Abopped, and gato a quick, one-armed embrace.    strong, but Sabriel felt anoty temporarily born of lig doomed to fade at nightfall.

        “I    been an ideal parent, I know,”

        Ably. “None of us ever are.

        y to many people rides rougies; difficulties and enemies crus softness; our er, and I    noime—a beats, no more— and I must tle against a terrible enemy.

        Our parts no fater, but one old Ab behere is always my love.”

        “A beats . . .” ed feto Gate, t Prect, Life—and the reservoir.
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