Lanterns lit tudy, old brass lanterns t burned er Magi place of oil. Smokeless, silent aernal, t as tric bulbs of Aierre.

        Books lioo tory above.

        A redable sat in ts legs scaled and beady-eyed, oral flames lig from t gripped eacabletop.

        An inkable. C, tery black ion on tif.

        table s. “Dragon desk” , and s even reacable.

        Sabriel ran    and t sensation, t doucked under ogeto o ter of table. t among t predator, possibly asleep, possibly ing t. Its binding er marks burned in t    closed. the Dead.

        ting mark after mark, and    even reize most of ter cer four in t book.

        ty cers in eae.

        Doubtless t    , but sill felt too tired and so get more doalk to Mogget, tudy for an o bed. Even four or five waking oo mucer he loss of sciousness involved in sleep suddenly seemed very appealing.

        Mogget, as if    top of teps and sauntered over to sprastand.

        “I see you    book,” ail flig backwards and forwards as he spoke.

        “take care you do not read too much.”

        “I’ve already read it all, anyway,” replied Sabriel, sly.

        “Per. “But it isn’t al is several t one.”

        Sabriel so s s t t    bravado— ter, under ion, but    memory ed pages of tome. If it cs tents as    well—sold    s was necessary.

        “My first step must be to find my fat.”

        “I     stated, y. arted lig his paws.

        Sabriel froic sory teac s    “tion.

        “Just tell me w saw    his plans were.”

        “ you read ed Mogget, in a momentary break from ing himself.

        “?” asked Sabriel, excited. A diary remendously helpful.

        “ook it . “I    seen it.”

        “I t you o ion.”

        “t mumbled, moutomague alternatiween words and sing.

        “A messenger came from Belisaere, begging for    could pass them.

        Abed t to it t, Belisaere being Belisaere. But .”

        “Belisaere. t’s a town?”

        “A city. tal. At least it was, will a kingdom.”

        “as?”

        Mogget stopped s. “ did teac sc been a King or Queen for t for ty. t’s wo a darkness from whio one will rise . . .”

        “ter—” Sabriel began, but Mogget interrupted h a yowl of derision.

        “ter crumbles too,” he mewed.

        “it a ruler, Cer Stones broken one by one    Cers ted—”

        “ do you mean, one of t    Cers?” Sabriel interrupted in turn. S for t time, s saug so quiet about tate of the Old Kingdom.

        But Mogget , as if topped , o be trying to form    noth.

        Finally,    tell you. It’s part of my binding, curse it! Suffice to say t to evil, and many are he slide.”

        “And ot it,” said Sabriel. “Like my father. Like me.”

        “It depends    said, as if ed t someone as patently useless as Sabriel    I care—”

        trapdoor opening above topped t in mid-speech.

        Sabriel tensed, looking up to see arted breat it er sending, its black    flopping over t came do us—s d back. It boo Sabriel, and pointed up.

        it it ed o look at sometory. Relutly, s over to t rapdoor, carrying    toucal rungs.

        Emerging into tory, till lit by t, red ligting sun, giving an illusion of . S    t s it otally . tiled roof rested on transparent iced toget t, plete    draft t reduced its perfe to a more human level.

        A large telescope of gleaming glass and bronze domiory, standing triump on a tripod of dark all    observer’s stool stood o it, and a le, a star c still spilled across it. A toe ing carpet lay under all, a carpet t , colorful stellations and hick, richly dyed wool.

        t to ted out tos pallid, Cer-dra .

        Sabriel looked t eye from t-falling suops of to te an inner quailing about w she would see.

        As s ill there.

        But    so t, Sabriel se , temporarily just an unpleasant statue, a fround to otive s bustled about in some activity behind.

        Sabriel stared a little lo to telescope, narro,    as srated on w was side.

        Unaided, s beeain     t elescope, drawn so close s schem away.

        to a partner’s leg by an iron    ting presence of t. t of ts or lengtimber, takio the river.

        ts empty, timber left behind.

        Sabriel depressed telescope a little, and almost groion and anger as sogetimber, and ts. As eac e to stepping-stone and locked in place by slaves     o tone.

        ticular part of tion ed by somet lurked eps. A mans of blackest nigte.

        A neancer’s S t sed the use of a body.

        As Sabriel c of four boxes    out to t stepping-stone, spiked in place, and to its t felloening t    into ter, e folloer. terfall as its ers took ter, Sabriel felt t.

        t topped , eit tarily made more afraid of ters. But teps moved tos legs like treacle, p doep in turn. It gestured for some of to o tepping-stoo cluster unhe spray.

        tated t t on to stir and rock fortle, so tion gingerly trod on to tepping-stoaking no scater.

        “Grave dirt,” ented Mogget, elescope. “Carted up by to enougo cross all tones.”

        “Grave dirt,” ented Sabriel bleakly, d more timber. “I ten it could e ter. I t . . . I t I would be safe ime.”

        “ell, you are,” said Mogget. “It’ll take at least until tomorroe, particularly allo overcast. But t means a leader. Still, every Ab may just be a petty neaer brain for strategy t.”

        “I sle Clove,” Sabriel    said slo said it elling ts of Kerrigor. Do you kno name?”

        “I kno,” spat Mogget, tail quivering straig be I ot speak of it, except to say it is one of ter Dead, and your fat terrible enemy. Do not say it lives again!”

        “I don’t kno t, ed, as if in turmoil betance.

        “ you tell me more? the binding?”

        “A . . . a perversion of . . . the g . . . g . . . yes,”

        Mogget croaked out . to gro ion, he could say no more.

        “Coils fully. ttle doubt t some evil po    s, if o go by.

        Selescope again and took some    in t lig time    s a pang of sympato deation, only to be brougted    over terfall    fate. truly, terrible place, o slavery and despair.

        “Is t?” selescope around    degrees to look at tepping-stones going too, and anot tered on too many for Sabriel to fighrough alone.

        “It seems not,” she answered herself grimly.

        “ of defe?”

        “t o fig. “For t is a ratrictive one. And t, t like it.”

        t to omimed somets arm t looked like    a snake hrough grass.

        “’s t?” asked Sabriel, figo break into erical laughter.

        “t?”

        “t. “tself. It    be io rise almost to t of times your    above tepping-stones. Not, till it subsides, in a matter of weeks.”

        “So    out?” asked Sabriel. “I ’t    weeks!”

        “One of your aors built a flying device. A Paper, launc over terfall.”

        “Otle voice.

        “If you do    tinued, as if    noticed Sabriel’s sudden sile begin tual immediately. ter and tains are many leagues upstream. If ers noomorrow.”
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