t es before. Its pink eyes ais    urally    fur, for it    escaped from a bat still smelt faintly of lavender er.

        A tall, curiously pale young ood over t. -black ly over her face.

        So ion navy blazer. t, coupled , stogs and sensible sified e u cro.

        t ionably, dead. Sabriel looked up from it and back along t left to an imposing pair of e, in gilt letters of mock Got tes to yverley College. Smaller letters added t tablisy.”

        A small figure e, nimbly avoiding t o stop sucivities. S fe and started running, ails flying, so gain momentum, but as cruising speed ablis, and screamed.

        “Bunny!”

        Sabriel flincated for a moment, t do’s side and reac o touc bets long ears.    as if suro stone. A faint ed lips, like t formed on ips and rimed t be and knees.

        tip for, and topple to at t minute    and s er, so restrain t—a rabbit nos eyes brigo be off as s bath.

        “Bunny!” sood up,    by ts neck. “O . . .”

        Sered as Sabriel    over and blood stained ant hands.

        “h,” Sabriel replied wearily.

        “A scratc’s already closed up.”

        Jat Sabriel, t the back of her eyes.

        “t anytammered Jat did you . . .”

        “I didn’t,” snapped Sabriel. “But perell me    of bounds?”

        “Ced to a more normal situation.

        “You see . . .”

        “No excuses,” recited Sabriel. “Remember    Assembly on Monday.”

        “It’s not an excuse,” insisted Jat’s a reason.”

        “You    explain it to Mrs. Umbrade then.”

        “O! You know I was only c—”

        Sabriel , aured back to tes.

        “If you’re baside es, I    e time. t be locked till I go baside.”

        Jatc cill se, t tremors take ill s over, s of    and Jat so muc    lead to? It    step fring back a rabbit ting back a person.

        orse, it    t rig tur ure of pocer symbols as tepped from deato life. S even needed bells, or tus of a neancer.

        Only a wle and her will.

        Deat came after deat mystery to Sabriel. S wis was.

        It    term at yverley—t t. Sed already, ing first in Englis in Music, tics, seventing Arts and fourtiquette. S in Magic, but t    printed on tificate. Magily ierre close to t o be quite beyond t existed at all, and persons of repute did not mention it.

        yverley College y miles from tation, and taugo tudents s.

        Sabriel’s fat for t reason o seek a b sc first year, in Old Kingdom silver de stood up to surreptitious touch cold iron.

        ter, o visit er t Midsummer and Mider, staying for several days on each occasion and always bringing more silver.

        Uandably, tress icularly since sroubled by ations, as most irls would be. Once Mrs.

        Umbrade roubled by t Sabriel saually t teac    to kno it ot fact t some parents o ers st.

        Mrs. Umbrade certainly didn’t    to knocrag its movements from ted ts into tides and ot    any oime on bothe all.

        Ab the moon.

        On ts, Sabriel o sneak into t ttle on tea and read a book until teristiguis out tric ligtled tters—all necessary preparations, it seemed, for    sending to appear in the spare armchair.

        Sabriel icularly looking foro    t November. It    to end ao discuss ure. Mrs. Umbrade ed o go to uy, but t meant moving furtal visitatioo actual p    . On to uy aying ually all arted sc ter era, particularly y tinct sage around yverley College.

        And tage of losing    by a lessening of y for deathe dead . . .

        Sabriel ed, book in ea balanced precariously on t    midnig appeared. Sabriel ers to peer out t t ely t t    time in     appeared and s suddenly uneasy.

        Sabriel rarely t about    noories came to mind and dim memories of hen . . .

        “Sabriel! Sabriel!”

        A cerrupted , quickly follotle of t of    teacup and unlocked the door.

        A young girl stood on ting cap from side to side in trembling e h fear.

        “Ol? Is Sussen sick again?”

        “No,” sobbed to it     me, so I looked . . .”

        “!” exclaimed Sabriel, alarmed. No one opened outside doors in t, not to the Old Kingdom.

        “I’m sorry,” cried Ol mean to. I don’t kno Rebed Ila— it ried to get in. I slammed the door . . .”

        Sabriel teacup aside and pus Olment of good d broke into a run, slapping on t sitory. As s, screams broke out inside, rapidly cresdoing to an erical cy girls in tory—most of t Form, all uook a deep breatepped into ting stance. Even before s th.

        tory    to t toeps. It o be locked inside and out, but locks rarely prevailed against the Old Kingdom.

        tensely dark sood t a man-s of t, carefully cars. It ures at all, but ted from side to side, as if    did possess worked in a narre.

        Curiously, it carried an absolutely mundane sa one four-fingered ark trast to its own surreal flesh.

        Sabriel’s ed gesture, draer t intimated sleep, quiet a. ited botory and dreer symbols, draogether.

        Instantly, every girl in topped screaming and sloo her bed.

        ture’s opped moving and Sabriel ktention ered on    moved, lifting one clumsy leg and s f for a moment, ttle past t. A lumbering, rolling motion, t made an eerie, s. As it passed eacric lig out.

        Sabriel let o er of ture’s torso, feeling tuff of s or tools, but t led to only a moment’s ation before s o Deatill on truder.

        t, grey and    ill stret entirely flat ance, s Gate. Sure’s true s    carried to t elligent. But to it t, and Sabriel felt tc came from ture’s bad ran into the river.

        Somee, or even furt umbilical rested in t. As long as ted ture otally urol of its master,    as it sa.

        Sometugged at Sabriel’s pantly tco t feeling of nausea rising in h-chilled body.

        “ is it?” said a calm voice, close to Sabriel’s ear. An old voice, tinged er Magic—Miss Greenrix of the school.

        “It’s a Dead servant—a spirit form,” replied    Sabriel, tention ba ture. It er t free will.

        Somet it back to t’s trolled from beyond t Gate.”

        “ rix.    Sabriel felt ter symbols gatongue—symbols t ructive poh.

        “It’s not obviously malign, nor    attempted any actual ies. So explaining purely neantic aspeagiiss Greenrix auger Magic, but neancy ely not oo kno neancy from hemselves.

        “Don’t do anyt. I tempt to speak .”

        ting into o pull    ed ion,    da merely a pleasing vibration about t.

        ture     bot es, and too, s sounds he handclap.

        t tepped back, putting boto its ears. As it did so, it dropped tarted in surprise.

        S noticed t expected it to be te ted in bothe dead.

        Sure suddenly bent foro ter,    found it almost at once, but not    losing its footing. As t forced ture under. Sabriel breat slide as    cried out: “Sabriel! My messenger!    take the voice was Abhorsen’s.

        Sabriel ran fororied again. t took ture pletely under.

        Sabriel looked after it,    Gate suddenly increase as it alarted to slog back against t to a point o life. tomacruly Abo return to the living.

        And t meant rapped by somet se.

        Once again, a ention ened on t o look to kno ture s maion into ts spirit    t Gate. Only a pile of grave mold o be s aside in the m.

        “ did you do?” asked trix, as Sabriel brusals falling from o t lay in front of her knees.

        “It ook it.”

        S met    out, still scabbarded, and put it to one side. S o dra to see ter symbols etcs blade—ted crossguard o lery. It was Abhorsen’s sword.

        t    , a ly of beesubular leat, starting tle; groill t to be ,    and pulled out a tiny silver bell,    gently, but till se t someer the sound was gone.

        “Fatruments,” whispered Sabriel.

        “tools of a neancer.”

        “But ter marks engraved on terjected trix, wion.

        “Neancy is Free Magiot governed by ter . . .”

        “Fat,” replied Sabriel distantly, still staring at t raising.    of ter.”

        “Yoing to be leaving us, aren’t you?”

        trix said suddenly, as Sabriel replaced tood up, s, in tion of the all . . .”

        “Yes. Into tion. “Someto Fat I’ll find er I bear.”

        Soucer mark on    it migrix nodded and touco terns of time. As it faded, rustling noises and faint ory.

        “I’ll s to trix said firmly. “You’d better go and . . .

        prepare for tomorrow.”

        Sabriel nodded a, trying to fix icalities of t could o her.

        Sake a cab as early as possible into Bain, t too tierre perimeter t faced ternoon . . .

        Bes kept jumping back to Ab could o trap    could so do about it, even if s to the Old Kingdom?
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