Sabriel forced o o to a screaming run. Lots of soldiers could see ill plag lanterns out in lines, radiating out from teps, and several soldiers ing to bou out. t her as she passed.

        t slipping off to t it, but sed outside, looking out. After a moment, s andio    by terns, half in shadow.

        “t at tes,”

        soo quickly to be calm.

        “I kn . Six men and a corporal.”

        Sabriel nodded. S t punac to notice, to .

        Suddenly, s somet    a deat tood bolt uprigruly dohe fog!”

        S a sed later. ty looked around, startled, ted for teps and teams cocked tripodmounted maewly made sandbag walls.

        “Sed floor, stand ready!” ed, and above s of fifty rifles    of ts step back outside, and take up position beo snatc came to t . . .

        In tant quiet, t. ind in trees out past tarting to rise as ts beginning to c—ts, no longer joined by gristle; t, bones like ic flesh.

        “hands,” she said, nervously. “hundreds of hands.”

        Even as s tes, t sed’s crasoly parody of a war cry.

        “Fire!”

        In tant’s delay after t terrible fear t t    out a terrible, barking roar, red tracer rounds flinging out, rig from terrible violence. Bullets tore Dead flesered bone, k still till terally torn apart,    broken into pieces, he wire.

        t before it could entirely cease, anotumbling, craeumbling over till t of t t of t steps. Some, still    vestige of elligence, retreated, only to be caug gouts of flame from he sed floor.

        “Sabriel—get inside!”    of till more bullets to till.

        “Yes,” replied Sabriel, looking out at t of bodies, terns and lumps of ply ce    even so, truade han any Free Magic . . .

        S inside, s vast mob of    to Deat— but it oo late. And opped by phey came in small numbers . . .

        and t was as likely as an early dawn . . .

        t treaked    Cer marks, draea from t co figrolled nervousness about t bravado exactly, just a strange mixture of petend icism. ever it    made Sabriel    all.

        “Evening, miss.”

        “Good to ically never h!”

        “on’t need us at te.”

        “Not like ter, is it, ma’am?”

        “Good luck al cigar case, miss.”

        “Good luck to all of you,” replied Sabriel, trying to smile in anso tarted again, and s ttention    nearly as casual as tended, Sabriel t as so t hall.

        ened.

        ting across t ther end.

        ts ea. Magistrix Greenalking to toue in ty or so girls—you her like a bizarre parody of a school dance.

        Beone ered     be mistaken for extremely    not if you    ker of ted.

        “Cer Mages! Please e here.”

        ty to the sarcophagus.

        Sabriel looked at tudents, t and open, a tement at tant from t too, s, seeing resped someter marks on tic replicas, t    to be caughis . . .

        Sabriel opened o speak, and t on cue.

        In the girls giggled nervously.

        Sabriel,    ma once, and a familiar dread touch cold fingers. Kerrigor was closing in.

        It    a lessening of t. Faintly, ss and even . . . screams . . . from outside.

        ting h older ons now.

        “Quickly,” so make a    ring around trix, if you enant, please put your men in among the girls . . .”

        A t.

        t, it ruen moved quickly to took their hands purposefully.

        In a feer Mages.

        Linked by toueed to speak. She ring.

        toue, to , a familiar and poo , less po not    skill—and so he ring.

        Sloo t of ill it started to projeex of a o stream about treaks rotating clock, er and greater speed.

        Still Sabriel kept ter Magic floo ter, draer Mages could produce. Soldiers and sco t tayed lie.

        Sloself began turning on tform, eam jetted forts lid, but t ill so spin faster and faster, till it eam and yolk-yello.

        t suddenly stopped, to le over ter Mages’ o ty paces away.

        ter Magic    too, as if earts success, and tits still on t.

        avering, ill tigoue and trix, Sabriel tottered over to the sarcophagus and looked in.

        “artled    glance back up at toue, “ like you!”

        Before toue could anseel classide in ting gres still standing dreo t before terrified soldiers, hemselves down, and sobbed, or laughed, or shook in silence.

        Beill rol. Instead of running on, t the bar in place.

        “ed back toerror. t about who “he”

        was.

        “Quick, tes!” Sabriel snapped. S over t look too closely at toue.

        Sired, and till Free Magic    protes around t t mark soon lingered in toue ransferred o o    up and linked    a stirring of relief. to make it— Kerrigor’s royed, and ter part of    . . .

        t, red dust blowing in like a solid wave, knog everyone down in blinding, choking ruin.

        Sabriel lay on tried to get up. t and grit in erns . Blind, s around    tillscalding bronze of the sarcophagus.

        “t be paid,” said a crag, in tones of Kerrigor . . . but terrible spee he Paperwing burned.

        Blinking furiously, Sabriel cra didn’t speak again immediately, but s    closing in, t its passage.

        “I must deliver my last burden,” ture said. “turn to retribution.”

        Sabriel blinked again, tears streaming doears and t rays of moonligreaming ttered ure blurred    of pulverized bricks.

        All Sabriel’s senses were screaming inside her.

        Free Magic, the Dead, danger all around . . .

        ture t    blazed a little more t ter t    equally missing toing, whirling energies.

        A soldier suddenly leapt up be, driving a so its back. It iced, but t into we flames.

        iten lump of metal, scorche floor.

        “I bring you Abure said, dropping a long, dimly seen object to one    side. “And tarael.”

        t, it laid carefully doing momentarily before it o t.

        “e forime t we begun.”

        tg, and it started to move around the sarcophagus.

        Sabriel looses rag. Kerrigor    till migime to turn ture bato Mogget, and plete tes . . .

        “Stop!”

        tilian tongue, but t. Sabriel stood still, against ried looking past it, lidding    t, trying to puzzle out    t so see.

        It    a sea of darkness.    tures in t ink-splase fire, and a ya h flickering coals of a red as dark as drying blood.

        “Ab like lava mixed tle.

        “You will leave o me.”

        t-te sparks falling like tiny stars in its wake.

        “I ed too long to alloo be taken by anot c still . t fle Kerrigor, a sriet ling into to ance like a enderizi.

        For a moment, no one moved, stack. tendrils of bitter nig attacker, c y of an octopus strangling a brigurtle.

        Desperately, Sabriel looked around for toue and Magistrix Green ill falling slo air, like some deadly rust-cas, tims of its c truck by bricks, or ers from the pews.

        Sabriel sarix first, lying a little ailetto-like splinter from a stered pe through her.

        Soue    a pile of broken masonry. ed t.

        Sabriel o eppic, hopeless wounded.

        “My leg is broken,” toue said, . ilted oh. Live a normal life . . .”

        “I ’t,” replied Sabriel softly. “I am th your broken leg?”

        “Sabriel . . .”

        But Sabriel urned aiced    still. But t, its voice silent. It    ring true until ed, ience, magid steady nerves. Sabriel stared at it for a sed, tly placed it back dohe floor.

        up, and cer marks floime, t run tion, but said: “t no Dead s th.”

        “t took up tion, and looked doo t was Kerrigor.
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