“te,” said toucone. “e  be able to move him.”

    “Yes. I kno  t of o tones. “I to go into Deatc back.”

    “!” exclaimed toucone. ter, as the echoes rang, “here?”

    “If  our oection . . .”

    Sabriel continued, t  danger at bay.”

    “Most danger,” toucone said grimly, looking around, trying to peer past tigtle globe of light.

    “It rap us  it, so close to tones. I kno I couldn’t do it alone, at t.”

    “e so combine our strengths.

    t keep ch, we should manage.”

    “ do you t?” asked toucone, turning  ttle animal on his shoulder.

    “I roubles,” grumbled Mogget.

    “And I trap. But since o be done.”

    “I don’t like it,” woucone.

    Just standing to tones took most of rengto enter Deatempting fate.  migal made by tones? For t matter,  ansion, studying ter. toucone  folloantly, forcing o move in s steps, minimizing the splash and ripple of his wake.

    Sabriel snuffed out  it t, t her open palm.

    “Put your s did not invite conversation or argument. toucone ated—

    boter. Instinctively, tle tigo give h.

    “Mogget—keep cructed.

    So visualize t mark, t of the four cardinal wards.

    toucone took a quick look around, too, draion.

    Pain s to Sabriel’s. to focus. t  spread up above ing tic pains. But o just one  tion of a diamond of protection.

    Finally, t mark floook root in the reservoir floor.

    it opening to face t mark.

    till, and boting and s finally began its gloence.