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, pouring doep in turn. It gestured for some of to o tepping-stone. to cluster unhe spray.

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

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

    “Grave dirt,” commented Sabriel bleakly, cs and more timber. “I ten it could negate 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 necromancer ter brain for strategy t.”

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

    “I kno,” spat Mogget, tail quivering straig be I cannot 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