t on a juryrigged platform of freseetering out over tern ered around t, readying it for flight.

    Sabriel looked up at it as sairs, an unpleasant feeling rising ing someto t t o be common in Ancelstierre, like t ics at t yverley College Open Day.

    Somethan a mechanical one.

    But t look anytierran airplane. It most closely resembled a canoe ail. On closer inspection, Sabriel sa tral fuselage  apered at eacral .

    ings sprouted on eac-back  looked very flimsy. tail didn’t look mucter.

    Sabriel climbed t feeps ations. truction material ’s name—ts of paper, bonded toget of laminate.

    Painted poripes along tail, it looked pretty, decorative and not at all airhy.

    Only ted on its pointed pro its capacity for flight.

    Sabriel looked at t at terfall beyond. Noers, it looked even more frigens of yards above its lip—a roaring mist to fly t reac even kno erproof.

    “en ellectually, sed t sting in t, to be launc toers—but omaco stay firmly on the ground.

    “Many times,” replied Mogget, easily jumping from tform to t. , till -face propped on t once fle to ternoon. But s c suppose—”

    “No,” said Sabriel, made aion. S  t was all.

    “No. I can’t.”

    “ell,” continued Mogget, after a tful pause, “tary co ride to le, I trust?”

    Sabriel ignored o be musical, o be able to o o sing.

    If t in Deat bells, or otruments, t recourse.

    A sending came and took o le it off, to at t. Anotook Sabriel’s arm and direc