neak into t ttle on tea and read a book until teristic inguis 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 and sed to discuss ure. Mrs. Umbrade ed o go to university, but t meant moving furtal visitations ed to actual p  . On to university aying ually all arted sc ter eraction, 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 Rebece and Ila— it ried to get in. I slammed the door . . .”

    Sabriel teacup aside and pus Olment of good c and broke into a run, slapping on t sco dormitory. As s, screams broke out inside, rapidly crescendoing to an erical cy girls in tory—most of t Form, all under took a deep breatepped into ting stance. Even before