tair o tifice, it seemed to be little more ticularly    pate t formed t you could    eps winding up behind.

        to take teps t m, after anot. Sabriel o move on, for s t    siougo assess ime. toue, too, probably needed a rest, s. Sried to ore information out of eps, but ant to eveing. After toget in ter Magic. tayed    its presence, brooding in her pack . . .

        toue stayed at te end of tretcics. Mogget ctering, as if i on a mouse.

        Lunal failure.

        Dried beef strips, garnisercress from toue.    bailady,” despite Sabriel’s repeated requests to use    didn’t er lunc back to tive activities. Sabriel to oue to    to g.

        Dinner    someto. Sabriel tried talking to Mogget, but o be ied oue’s    retice, t y. As soon as ten, everyoogetoue to t, Mogget nort—and    to sleep on as fortable a stretch of ground as could be discovered.

        Sabriel . it getting up, s toue sat beside it, staring into ting t.    ill.

        “Are you all rigly, propping herself up on one elbow.

        toue started, rocked ba    fell over. For once,    sound like a sulky servant.

        “Not really. I remember , and fet w I s. Five me.”

        Sabriel didn’t anso t to her.

        “Please, go back to sleep, milady,” toue tinued, slipping back to he m.”

        Sabriel opened o say somet tended y, t it, and subsided bader    . Just trate on resg Fatold    is tant thing.

        Rescue Ab    toue’s problems, get’s curious nature.

        Rescue Abhorsen. Rescue Abhorsen. Rescue Abhors . . . rescue . . .

        “ake up!” Mogget said, rig    across ed it in her ear. “ake up!”

        “I’m a ill extremely dark, save for t of test brus above toue s on his    and neck.

        “Good m,” es, milady.”

        Sabriel groa t rousers and staggered off to find a suitable buse to the spring.

        ter of ted t kindness, Sabriel exposing o it and ten seds it took to s, was dressed again.

        , auro te oue ate, e-furred belly. Not for t time, Sabriel    at all.    o eat for amusement, ratenance.

        toue tinued being a servant after breakfast, ing pot and spoon, queng everyt o sopped him.

        “No, toue. It’s my pack. I’ll carry it, thank you.”

        ated, t to    it on, but sraps and take t.

        er, perone-carved stair, Sabriel    regretted o take till    totally recovered from tair eep, and so narro sy iating turns. to jam against tside or ier wurned.

        “Perake it in turns to carry tantly,    a sort of alcove to catch.

        toue, o take the pack.

        “I’ll lead, tly at t on unic, s and unders. Sepped up.

        “No,” said toue, stepping in her way.

        “tair. I knoo pass them.

        You are t let you past, but I am not sure.”

        “Your memory must be ing back,” Sabriel ented, slig being ted.

        “tell me, is tair tioned whe Queen was ambushed?”

        “No,” toue replied flatly. ated, t stair was in Belisaere.”

        it, urned, and tinued up tairs. Sabriel follo at    s lumbered by    more alert. atcoue, ster some , feat tic. Subtle magic, muel beloed probably muc.

        ion of Deatair ime ago.

        Finally, to a large c of double doors to one side. Ligtice t o air and sky.

        “t’s tside door,” toue said, unnecessarily.    ook Sabriel’s, notle more tub of    bot stitco t of . Sabriel t of joking about t ential for damage, but t better    of it. toue    ted type.

        “ open?” asked Sabriel, indig t see any    matter.

        toue , eyes unfocused and staring, tter little chuckle.

        “I don’t remember! All tair, all the words and signals . . . and now useless! Useless!”

        “At least you got us up teps,” Sabriel pointed out, alarmed by thing.

        “I’d still be sitting by tc bubble, if you    e along.”

        “You would ,”

        touuttered. “get would.

        ood! Yes, t’s o be—”

        “toue,” Mogget interrupted, hissing.

        “S up. You’re to be useful, remember?”

        “Yes,” replied toue, visibly calming . Milady.”

        “Please, please, just Sabriel,” siredly.

        “I’ve only just left s! Calling me milady seems ridiculous.”

        “Sabriel,” toue said tentatively. “I ry to remember. ‘Milady’ is a    . . . it     reminds me of my pla t’s easier for me—”

        “I don’t care    call me milady and stop ag like a ! Just be yourself. Be need a valet, I need a useful . . . friend!”

        “Very oue said,    at least t    over servile, Sabriel t.

        “No.

        “ any ideas about this door?”

        “Just one,” replied Mogget, slidi marked the door.

        “Push. One on each side.”

        “Push?”

        “?” said toue, sook up a position, braced against t side of t on tal-studded wood.

        Sabriel ated, t t.

        “O.

        Sabriel pusoue on “pus took several seds to sync bar, climbing from floor to ceiling, dust motes dang in its progress.

        “It feels strange,” said toue, te strings.

        “I     time,     singing.

        “I    see time,” ly t .

        t t of pirees clearing trils of underground dust. Mogget sneezed quickly times, and ran about in a tig bely and inexplicably as they’d opened.

        tood in a small clearing in t, or plantation, for trees ood in turf and stunted bus battleground.

        “tcoue. ook several deep breat t is inter, I think—or early Spring?”

        “inter,” replied Sabriel. “It e    seems much milder here.”

        “Most of t of, teau,” Mogget explained. “teau is bet above tal plain. In fact, towe, wly below sea level and has been reclaimed.”

        “Yes,” said toue. “I remember. Long Dyke, to raise ter—”

        “You’re botive for a ge,”

        remarked Sabriel. “ould one of you care to tell me somet to kno Cers?”

        “I ’t,” Mogget and toue said together.

        toue tinued, ingly, “t someoer, migo speak. A cized er mark, but not groo power.”

        “You’re cleverer t,” ented Mogget. “Not t t’s saying much.”

        “A child,” said Sabriel. “hy would a child know?”

        “If you’d ion, you’d knooo,” said Mogget. “A e of good silver, t school of yours.”

        “Per no I kno being at scierre saved my life. But enoug. hich way do we go now?”

        toue looked at t visible above trees, per of its noon-time zenitoue looked from it to trees, ted: “East. ter Stones, leading from o tern edge of tes.”

        tones ill ter t, some sort of animal track t meandered from ooo t. It    pleasant, tant presence of ter    Stones a reassuriion to Sabriel and toue, wrees.

        tones in all, and none of t a stab of nervous tensioime t to anotark picture alone of Clove.

        t stoood on t, atop a granite bluff ty or forty yards ’s eastern edge and the end of high ground.

        tood o tone and looked out, out toe-crested, restless, alo shore.

        Belo, sunken fields of oained by a self lay ters of a mile a of sigher side.

        “toue, in a puzzled tone, as if    believe w he was seeing.

        Sabriel folloually silt and er, sitting tepidly where food once grew.

        indmills, poood silent, trefoil-sill atop scaffolding to-laden breeze blehe sea.

        “But ter-spelled,”

        toue exclaimed. “to folloo    care . . .”

        “t added, elescope in Sabriel’s pack.

        “oone must be broken,”

        Sabriel said, moutigain stenche village.”

        “A boat    o Belisaere, and I am reasonably fident of my sailing,” toue remarked. “But if t we . . .”

        “e’ll go do a boat,” Sabriel announced firmly. “he sun is high.”
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