ter in Aierre ran from coast to coast, parallel to t. certina ing steel pickets; forerlog rence pillboxes. Many    points o trol t, and almost as mucretche rear.

        In fact, ter ierre out of t    preventing ther way.

        Anyto cross tained enougo assume to bee invisible and simply go s, ar bombs—    all, particularly he Old Kingdom.

        Due to ty of tecierran soldiers of ter garrison tledress, s and carried extremely old-fass in er garrison only,” ory kly painted regimental or personal signs. Camouflage    sidered an issue at ticular posting.

        Sabriel    of young soldiers marc ted for tourists ao stampede out t door, and    e duties. Most s from far to t over t t of as reality. ential bremosporm.

        tself looked normal enoug teland of renc like any ot. It one and old, about forty feet ed. Notil tio in t it    state of preservation. And for t, tones craer marks—marks in stant motion, ting and turning, sliding and rearranging tone.

        tion of strangeness lay beyond t ierre side, and t Sabriel could see snoeadily beered rigo topped, as if some mighe sky.

        Sabriel ced by letterpress, type    ridges in tten annotations ten in a    o be expected    uive dars for eacry.

        Aierre umn. Likely to be cool.”

        ter. Bound to be snowing. Skis or snowshoes.”

        t tourist left, eager to rea platform. Alt disced tourists, and tion for ty miles of to e and vieoed well beer.

        Even ten celled, for oourists oo see it start again just as mysteriously as it stopped.

        ties also made some sligo travel from Aierre to ter siated teps ry skis, stocks and sening to go in different dires. A large sigo top proclaimed:    PERIMEtER AND NORter Zone is strictly forbidden.

        Aempting to cross ter Zone    warning.

        Autravelers must report to ter and h.Q.

        REMEMBER— N ILL BE MADE Sabriel read te erest, a a quiing sense of excitement start hin her.

        ive of a c s a sense of mystery and er Magic s around umened parade ground, and t warning sign. And mu yverley College.

        But t feeling of ement    came laced    s s migo    might have already happened . . .

        ting    in tion of a bitumen parade ground, lined e-painted rocks, and a number of unprepossessing , tion trenk into to trencifications t frohe all.

        Sabriel studied t of orenc foro to be carrying spears rater    for modern    manned by people expeg sometion    t ter o admit t ter    from any otested border. Up until a    tury or so ago, tierre side. A lo a successful one.

        Recalling t versation,    a loion of , s o be loose pickets betina —tall structs more like trunks of small trees stripped of every branco    s place hey were.

        Sabriel ill staring at t very pleasant voice erupted a little way be ear.

        “ do you t loiter about o tower!”

        Sabriel urned as quickly as socks t. Andreo a large but fairly young soldier, acial ambition t    Sabriel ald ely catalogued    of natural bureaucrat currently disguised as a soldier.

        “I am a citizen of tly, staring bato e augo instruct lesser domestic servants iiquette IV. “I am returning there.”

        “Papers!” demaer a moment’s ation at the words “Old Kingdom.”

        Sabriel gave a frosty smile (also part of Miss Prionte’s curriculum) and made a ritual movement ips of c    of unic. Finger-sketcierre passport, as    tierre Perimeter and issued to people ries: a    printed by letterpress on ist’s sketcead of a pograps from toes in a purple ink.

        t said not Sabriel, as ook ts, t it rick. Or per didn’t notice. Maybe Cer Magic he all.

        ts carefully, but    real i. Sabriel ain t ant from t. arted to er mark for a snatcco flick t of o    before    w was going on.

        But, in t sed of motion, s ter Magic to eittering of umen.    o side. Soldiers    of ts and out of tren t the shoulder.

        Several of t ser Mages. t o steps, tie o    strongly cast.

        Instinctively, Sabriel’s mind and o t    ed and fell into t the blow.

        At time, a soldier ran a glinting on tars on .

        “Stop!” ed. “Corporal, step back from her!”

        tic, blind to t signs, looked up from ures. s, and stumbled back.

        In    it meant to use magi ter, and sely still, blanking out tly made signs in c before tearing loose and clattering onto towards .

        Sreaks of silver, plated onto tten Cer symbols, and uood. to kill t    her own side.

        ted—an officer, Sabriel realized—bent doicked up s.

        udied t, t Sabriel. ure of    Sabriel found familiar, t place it—till sher’s eyes.

        Ab they held a similar feeling.

        t, tucked it in    and tilted    back ill gloiously, Sabriel lifted    dissuade     o toucoue endless galaxy of stars. But tars er symbols, linked in some great da    tained and described ts movement. Sabriel kneion of t s t ty of ter wash over her.

        “An unsullied Cer mark,” to ture or sending.”

        ty catc move, ill staring at Sabriel, as if    .

        “S back ter ime ay clear of t stay alive! “So,” aking ts from    and o Sabriel. “You are    ter of Ab of t to call ter Reaissanit and everyone else calls t Scouts—a someley colle of Aierrans wo gain a Cer mark and some small knowledge of magic.”

        “Pleased to meet you, sir,” popped out of Sabriel’s sed moutifle it. A sc a blush rise in her pale cheeks.

        “Likehe el, bending down.

        “May I take your skis?”

        “If you y.

        tied tocks to te ucked t under one muscular arm.

        “I take it you io cross into t of ed at t sign on to cer ies, but it s take long.

        Is someone . . . Abo meet you?”

        ered a little as ioned Abrautter in so fident a man. Sabriel gla        to t.

        Obviously    a neancer, but anyone whe bells.

        “Did . . . do you knoher?” she asked.

        “o visit me, twice a year. I guess hrough here.”

        “Yes, I saed    I first met y years ago, wed ern.

        It raime—a very bad time, for me and everyone on ter.”

        ride, boots cras teness of Sabriel’s skin, stark against tumen u.

        “You’re a neancer,” ly. “So you’ll probably uand. t    oo many battles, too many dead.

        Before ts doook tral and, t en years, up to t gate on t forty years ago some . . . bureaucrat . . . decreed t t.

        It e of publiey. to be, t. Never mind t t, over time, tration of deat everything would . . .”

        “Not stay dead,” interrupted Sabriel quietly.

        “Yes. rouble    beginning. Corpses    stay buried—our people or Old Kingdom creatures. Soldiers killed turn up on parade.

        Creatures prevented from crossing hey were alive.”

        “ did you do?” asked Sabriel. S deal about binding and enf true deat not on sucures nearby noively felt terface bet     y miles a yverley College.

        “Our Cer Mages tried to deal    ter symbols to . . . make to destroy times t    . e o rotate troops back to Bain or even furt for to recover from s of mass eria or madness.

        “I    a Cer Mage t I rols into to learn. Orol,    a man sitting by a Cer Stone, on top of a    overlooked boter.

        “As erested irol t    to bear a corrupted Cer, or    , of course. It he Dead.

        “e escorted     kno I imagi urn, o be granted citizensierre and freedom to cross tainly s after t. In any case,    t fees you    see among the wire . . .”

        “A tes. t explains a lot.”

        “I’m glad you uand,” said till don’t. For oer er symbols on t ed plag t . . . t gradually disappeared, and no new ones rose.”

        t sign stood o a unication trencer Garrison    for Sentry.”

        A telep and a bell-y of ter.

        el , ened for a moment, t. Frowning, imes in quick succession.

        “Anyed for    try. “ever it    ed to Ab makes er an .”

        “I may be less ly. Sated, for it alk about Ab tears ing to inued quickly, to get it over and doo . . .

        to look for my fato him.”

        “I o carry o t arm, freeing , to return te of tries ion trencs.

        “taking a deep breato stop o sobs. “rapped ih . . . or . . . or he may even be dead. And his bindings will be broken.”

        “tes?” asked e dying out o he Dead here?”

        “tes play a song only h,”

        replied Sabriel, “tinuing a binding laid doied to es will he Dead.

        they will bind no more.”
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