t on a juryrigged platform of freseetering out over tern ered around t, readying it for flight.

        Sabriel looked up at it as sairs, an unpleasant feeling rising ing someto t t o be on in Aierre, like t ics at t yverley College Open Day.

        Somethan a meical one.

        But t look anytierran airpla most closely resembled a oe ail. On closer iion, Sabriel sa tral fuselage    apered at eacral .

        ings sprouted on eac-back    looked very flimsy. tail didn’t look mucter.

        Sabriel climbed t feeps ations. truaterial ’s s of paper, booget of laminate.

        Painted poripes along tail, it looked pretty, decorative and not at all airhy.

        Only ted on its pointed pro its capacity for flight.

        Sabriel looked at t at terfall beyond. Noers, it looked even more frigens of yards above its lip—a r mist to fly t reac even kno erproof.

        “en ellectually, sed t sting in t, to be launc toers—but omaco stay firmly on the ground.

        “Many times,” replied Mogget, easily jumping from tform to t. , till -face propped on t once fle to ternoon. But s c suppose—”

        “No,” said Sabriel, made aion. S    t was all.

        “No. I ’t.”

        “ell,” tinued Mogget, after a tful pause, “tary co ride to le, I trust?”

        Sabriel ignored o be musical, o be able to o o sing.

        If t i bells, or otruments, t recourse.

        A sending came and took o le it off, to at t. Anotook Sabriel’s arm and directed o o be a leatrung across t—obviously t’s seat. It didn’t look terribly safe eit Sabriel forced o climb in, after giving o t another sending.

        Surprisingly,    didn’t go ted floor. terial eve reassuringly solid and, after a minute of squirming, sment, t able. So a receptacle at    took up a position on top of traps    be made    lying down.

        From    belo rim. It glittered iernoon sun, and s it resonate er Magic.

        Somet it prompted o breat,    breat stayed misted for a moment, ter mark slohe clouded mirror.

        Sabriel studied it carefully, abs its purpose and effect. It told    o raise ting o call the pass rose.

        t t er Magifused    o create somet .

        time passed, and t mark faded. to be only a plate of silver glass s, silent, fixing ter marks in    t    of tru. Peroo o create sug.

        “this,” Sabriel asked.

        “ion to me?”

        “A cousin,” purred Mogget, close to her ear.

        “Yreat-great-great-great-grandmother’s cousin.

        t of t line. She had no children.”

        Maybe t, running er marks quiest in t a lot better about t.

        “e’d best    tinued. “It oo soon. Do you he marks remembered?”

        “Yes,” replied Sabriel firmly. Suro till it ime for it to be unleasimes task, and for how many Abhorsens.

        “to them. “For all your care and kindness. Goodbye.”

        it last led ba t, gripped t led tes of tiring of Cer marks in ting to    and lips, and out into the air.

        le sounded clear and true, and a c, grer as Sabriel exo a merry, joyous trill. Like a bird revelling in fliger marks flo into tself. itling, t seemed to e alive, dang dorous plumage.

        t so begin.

        trill ended e, and a Cer mark t she sun.

        It dao to te. A sed later, to the sky ahead.

        truggling noo ing roill, plug at ting it for tension, tained pos ion of t last moment when freedom is assured.

        “Let go!” so t and up    into the broad valley beyond.

        It , and cold, a t or more    above t, test er marks shem properly pigeonholed.

        S free, and some fe, washe following wind.

        “turn more to t’s voice suddenly said beurbing he map?”

        “Yes,” replied Sabriel. “Sterlin, it’s called, isn’t it? It runs nornor- east most of time.”

        Mogget didn’t reply at oo be t? e may as    to t branco a delta to camp on tonight.”

        “ just fly on?” asked Sabriel cheerily.

        “e could be in Belisaere by tomorro winds.”

        “t like to fly at night,”

        Mogget said, sly. “Not to mention t you     certainly lose trol er    is muc t seems at first. And too spicuous, anyway. have you no on sense, Abhorsen?”

        “Call me Sabriel,” Sabriel replied, equally sly. “My father is Abhorsen.”

        “As you . tress” sounded extremely sarcastic.

        t    silence, but Sabriel, for , soon lost y of flig all, to see tiny patcs belorip of tiny building. Everyt, seen from afar.

        to sink, and ts fading ligive eveier, Sabriel felt to desd, felt t t same desire and began to look as well.

        to treams and rivulets t terlia, and far off,    Sabriel could see ta, some as large as football fields covered rees and sans of mud.

        Sabriel picked out one of ttisled dohe wind.

        It faded gradually le and to desd, occasionally    by Sabriel’s trol of ts oilt of a s yello, being Mogget, looked behem and above.

        Even so,    see til t of t long enougo turn a-moving sinctively, ser marks in ling turning to th.

        “Gore croo pursue    their suddenly enlivened prey.

        “Yes,” sed Sabriel, t sure i to gauge    or not. Sesting trol, as Mogget o     results. But sure of Deat gave life to tten, skeletal forms.

        Gore cro last very long in sun and    . A neancer rapped quite ordinary croual and ceremony, before infusing ted spirit of a single dead man or ruly carrion birds, birds guided by a single, if stupid, intelligence.

        they flew by force of Free Magid killed by force of numbers.

        Despite ill closing rapidly. t trippirid flesheir spellwoven bones.

        For a moment, Sabriel sidered turning to ter of t murder of cro too many gore croo figicularly from an aircraft speeding along several    above t al fall—if t kill he way down.

        “I’ll o summon a greater ,    formation—tstretatctle of te bone s lighe sun.

        But till glossily blad gleaming ss of ted Dead spirit in ty sockets of their eyes.

        Mogget didn’t reply. Possibly,    evetack, a strange, heir flesh.

        For a sed of panic, Sabriel felt o purse, t tle came, sloic. ter marks felt clumsy and difficult in rying to pus on badly made rollers—t effort, to led notes.

        Unlike ening violence, pig up ting it f up a slender boat. Suddenly, t t Sabriel could barely make out ta merged into one tinuous blur of motion.

        Eyes closed to protective slits, sriking ion lost, like small black stains against t.

        trying to e back toget tch up.

        Sabriel let out a sig it ies. t a fearful pace, and it arting to veer nort    supposed to do. Sabriel could see t stars tely turning tohe Buckle.

        It    to call up ter marks again, and o ease turn it back to t, but Sabriel mao cast it. But ter, and sed more, till traigoly north.

        Sabriel, , eyes and reaming and face frozen, tried again, using all o force ter marks into to le sounded feeble, and ter marks once again vaniso ally lost trol.

        In fact, it    as if te effect, for tc spiral, like a ball ts, eacaller t. Sabriel greo salvage enougo keep ried to calm t couldn’t gain to er marks slipped from ill all sely o traps in t as tried its best to ride torm.

        t s up just dropped, and     traps suddenly tig almost clas to stay ected . Jolted by t, Sabriel felt ion burn ao ing    it too s . It fell, ilting furtill t vertically, like a o the ground below.

        It ried to put some to t to le    effect, save folden sparkle t briefly illuminated e, ely set, and too mucs o in a fees, o return to t of Life.

        “Loose my collar,” me Sabriel’s ear, folloion of Mogget digging o o her lap. “Loose my collar!”

        Sabriel looked at    t t stupid, starved of oxygen, uo decide. t of an a binding, a terrible guardian of tremendous po o tain an inexpressible evil, or untrollable force.

        “trust me!” . “Loose my collar, and remember the ring!”

        Sabriel s, but it    just to    s to all the collar so long ago.

        Surprisingly for suc spell, s little more t en, and suddenly    heavy, like a lead rope, or a ball and .

        Sabriel almost dropped it, but it became ligantial. o exist.

        Mogget sat still, on o gloernal ligill    t gre-s, just a so look at. It seemed to ate for a moment and Sabriel felt its attention flicker beto almost formed bato t-s into four ss of brilliant , and to slide into the wings.

        te brilliance, and it abruptly stopped its . Sabriel ly for     t    to keep ill.

        Despite t, till falling. Sabriel, o fill treetops suddenly appeared bele lig clipping tin roof.

        t yards above    still too fast to land    total destru.

        Mogget, or    s t added bruises on top of bruises.

        For t time, Sabriel felt t t and to skid a little in t grass of the field.

        Mogget braked, and Sabriel cly lay its belly on to w s landing.

        But ted to reveal tly in th.

        too loo rise, and nooo sloo glide over a    least fifty yards across, totom of t below.
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