t blocks came a by sing, aggered back, abat t seemed to eat at te-blond moustaccill stretco take him away.

        Sabriel looked at t, uling s sick too, allic taste in h.

        “e    open,” s. “trongly protected. I t toue taking my o form a line reinfort of ter Magic. Does everyone knoer marks for the opening spell?”

        the soldiers nodded, or said, “Yes, ma’am.”

        One said, “Yes, Abhorsen.”

        Sabriel looked at    affected by the Free Magic.

        “You    call me Sabriel, if you ,” srangely uled by w he had called her.

        t like ayed properly bloody dead.”

        “tainly.

        S — you could alell—but e . . .

        “,” said toue. ured fo in front of ly bow.

        “Let’s finis o do, Abhorsen.”

        Sabriel boion t    tual about it. to took a deep breattling into a determined mold.

        Beginning to form ter marks of opening in ook toue’s os dark, serior in stark trast    tles and tumbled stones. Beoue uro take enant Aire’s, Aire gripping a Sergeant’s, t teen Cer Mages in all, if only t rank.

        Sabriel felt ter Magic er and brigill s lost o tep bringing t all-too-familiar rollable s trong in rohe siess.

        S ter Magic go.

        Instantly, t, and a terrible scream ed Sabriel snatcered. A sed later, steam billo all around t gouts of scalding steam, f Sabriel out, tumbling out of the hill.

        Sabriel and toue oget five yards dorao toue’s stomacle, but botill for a moment, drained by trengt tinged .

        Around themselves up.

        “It didn’t open,” Sabriel said, in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice. “e don’t he skill—”

        S    . . . I wishing . . .”

        toue , ter Mages—it he marks were reinforced enough.”

        “More Cer Mages,” Sabriel said tiredly.

        “e’re on the all . . .”

        “ about your scoue, and t up, disrupting    dole.

        “toue! I s . . . t be ty-five girls er mark and the basic skills.”

        “Good,” muttered toue, from tle. Sabriel put out    on    odor of crusles.

        o lose    fell back down again.

        “t    to involve t . . .”

        “terrupted toue. “t Aierre    isn’t like t    last once Kerrigor breaks tones.”

        “t we were grown women.”

        “e oue, again.

        “Yes,” said Sabriel, turning back to of men gater Cer Mages, peering back torand thin.

        “t toue    reminded me w more Cer Mages.”

        her, urgen his face.

        “here?”

        “yverley College. My old sceacrix Green’s less than a mile away.”

        “I don’t t time to get a message t t tting sun, t c, t. “But . . .

        do you t o move the sarcophagus?”

        Sabriel t about tective spell t sered, t of t.

        to stop us moving ts of tand t it—”

        “And yverly College—it’s an old, solid building?”

        “More like a castle to defend this hill.”

        “Running er . . . No? t oo muco ! Private Mag, run doo Major tindall and tell    I    o move in tes.

        e’re going back to trucks, to yverley College—it’s on t a mile . . .”

        “Sout,” Sabriel provided.

        “Sout. Repeat t back.”

        Private Mag repeated to get auro the longservice corporal and said, “Corporal Anshey.

        You look pretty fit. Do you t a rope around t coffin?”

        “Re so, sir,” replied Corporal Ansacured o ther soldiers.

        “e on you blokes, get yer ropes out.”

        ty minutes later, ted by sed from a local farmer. As Sabriel ed, dragging it y yards of trucks stopped t out electric liged telephone.

        Curiously, t seem overly frige its bronze surface sluggisomacer marks. S a    not a panicked oher.

        “e’ll o drive to toue, as t ts    and the siess much longer.”

        toue seettering. “I’m not sure I , either.”

        rope coue climbed up to t and picked up t to    omac to rise into    look back at the sarcophagus.

        toue said “tcco t up, and sook up t    a quick pace.

        “Is t as . . .” Sabriel said anxiously.

        to cover, and the horizon.

        “It’s a oue ans to speak. “e’ll be t goes.”

        to buzz and ed t Kerrig did. Sabriel found    catg    surface of t s . time s a glimpse of some tree’s pale bark, or a c. as t fog curling doer disc by time trucks turn off turning up t led to t-iron gates of yverley College.    Sabriel for a moment. But t rue. It ter part of    t . It ies.

        But like raveled.

        Electric ligly in tique glass lanterns oe, but to mere sparks as ts strange cargo drove tes s     es to be locked before full dark. t     alerted o something else . . .

        “trucks and op e-like doors to t’s stopped.”

        toue brougo a , and listened, cog aorue enoughe yverley village bell.

        “It is a mile,” antly. “Peroo far, the wind . . .”

        “No,” said Sabriel. S till on here was no wind.

        “You could al the sarcophagus inside, quickly!”

        So anding on teps outside tially open door, talking to an obscured figure    closer, edging ting soldiers, s ress.

        “enant-General Farnsley, I’ll have you know—Sabriel!”

        t of Sabriel in suge garb and circumstance seemed to momentarily stun Mrs.

        Umbrade. In t sed of fisioo est, treams of armed men rusartled figure like a flood around an island.

        “Mrs. Umbrade!” Sabriel sed. “I o talk to Miss Greenly, and tter get t of taff up to top floors of tower.”

        Mrs. Umbrade stood, gulping like a goldfisill horyse suddenly loomed over her and snapped, “Move, woman!”

        Almost before h closed, she was gone.

        Sabriel looked back to c toue ing of then followed her in.

        trance rucks outside, stag the walls. Khaki-colored boxes marked “. Ball”

        or “BE P Grenade,” piled up beures of prizelettered boards of merit and scic brilliance.

        to t ters and piliered windows.

        Mrs. Umbrade ill in motion at trance ling along to of obviously nervous staff. Beair, s. Beair, and just able to see, orial fift doubt t t of to    tion .

        Just as Mrs. Umbrade reacaff, all ts    out. For a moment, total, s, ting, craso ther.

        Sabriel stood er from a s t,    t t t t greo tes and cast a steady yellos down by Mrs.

        Umbrade, and Sabriel reized trix Green reition, a sligurning of just one side of s    because Kerrigor ric substation, and t he village.

        As expected, Mrs. Umbrade    telling eac going on about rudeness and some General. Sabriel sarix beall, bent figure of tress, and waved.

        “And I    to ly laid ty on the back of her neck.

        “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Sabriel said, standio temporarily frozen form of tress.

        “But temporarily taking over. I am assisting el o e dorees, staff, gardeners, everyone—must go to top floors of toill daomorrow.”

        “ics Mistress. “’s all t?”

        “Sometly, cly be attacked by the Dead.”

        “So to my students?”

        Miss Greenweachers.

        Sion, and then added, “Abhorsen.”

        “to everyone,” Sabriel said bleakly. “But    ter Mages    even a ce . . .”

        “ell,” replied Miss Greenter get acs— tter take    to    to. Mrs. S round up Cook and t some freser, food and dles, too. Mr. Arkler, if you o fetche gymnasium . . .”

        Seeing t all rol, Sabriel sigside, past soldiers stringing oil lamps up i ill ligside, t sunlighe day.

        toue and ts    noo glos os in blood. Apart from ts pulling t close to it. Soldiers ions on tying trip flares.

        But in all tion, ty circle around tening coffin ir.

        Sabriel ooue, feeling tan ing at t of going any closer to t seemed to    radiate stro fled. In tronger, its magic more forceful and malign.

        “Pull!” sed toue, he soldiers. “Pull!”

        Sloones, inco steps, ting it over teps.

        Sabriel decided to leave toue to it, and tle o es. Sood tcive against t of Kerrigor.

        And an unfamilar srao ouc he allmaker.

        t reminded .

        strange bination of irascible panion to truct so kill t aarael . . .

        I left t not t    muc. I am t ignorant Aburies, and per sorely tried . . .

        A clatter of ss interrupted s, foll up into ts yellorail reacos follo burst into a    slos , stretco the dark as far as she could see.
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