ey.”

    “You are probably rig your father,”

    Mogget commented from  of blankets in toucone’s bed. “But t is also t dangerous place for us to go.

    Cer Magic ly  our enemy . . .”

    “Kerrigor,” interrupted Sabriel. “But  be to sneak in—”

    “e migo sneak around the edges,”

    said toucone. “t er is very still—sound carries.

    And ter.”

    “If I can find my fat back to ubbornly, “tever confronts us. t is t t a complication t’s followed on.”

    “Or preceded it,” said Mogget. “So, I take it your master plan is to sneak in, as far as ucked a happens?”

    “e’ll go in the middle of a clear, sunny day . . .” Sabriel began.

    “It’s underground,” interrupted Mogget.

    “So o retreat to,” Sabriel continued in a quelling tone.

    “And t ss,” added toucone.

    “At noon, it’s a sort of dim ter.”

    “So,  back to safety ake there.”

    “It sounds like a terribly brilliant plan to me,”

    muttered Mogget. “ty . . .”

    ‘‘Can you tried, and I can’t. I ierre and forget t t eat up everytten Kingdom. Maybe it   at least I’ll be trying someto be and you’re alelling me I’m not!”

    Silence greeted toucone looked a looked at her, yawned and shrugged.

    “As it  thing else.

    I’ve groupid over tupider the Abhorsens I serve.”

    “I t’s as good a plan as any,” toucone said, unexpectedly. ated, though I am afraid.”

    “So am I,” ’s a sunny day tomorrohere.”

    “Yes,” said toucone. “Before oo afraid.”