a  dispirited sohe archway.

    Soon, treet, team reet and reflected from armor and tle boy’s blond urning rigaking towards Coiner’s hill.

    Sabriel, toucone and Mogget folloer ten minutes spent negotiating  first, tained leated to see an “official scavenger’s license,” but translated as a request for bribes. t ter of bargaining, doo toucone, and one for t. Strange accounting, Sabriel t, but s stayed silent, not voicing t he was being undervalued.

    Past t, and ter, Sabriel felt te presence of t didn’t reac. aiting for t, whe sun shone.

    In many   counterparts of took . t tite  tims sadly limited. Every morning sao fall back into Death.

    But more always came . . .

    “ting from side to side. “t part—but so many!”

    “Do raigo the reservoir?”

    toucone asked. tion t? S t four rong sunligervened. Little enougime, any t till tomorro less likely  and body could be brougoget  defeat Kerrigor—and Kerrigor o be defeated for to ones of t Cer—  banishe Kingdom . . .

    “e’ll go straigo trying to blank out a sudden fragment of visual memory; sunlig little boy’s rudging feet . . .

    “Pero rescue the way back.”

    toucone led to treets,  an rode up empty, deserted streets, t-nails on t even insects. Just ruin and decay.

    Finally, t ran around top t-out sumbled stone and timber  remained of the Royal Palace.

    “t Regent burned it,” said Mogget, as all topped to look up. “About ty years ago. It ed e all t various visiting Ab up