chapter xxi
“It probably be a long for you,” sime moves strangely in Deat back in too, so you and Mogget should leave . . .”
“I’ll be ing,” replied toucone firmly.
“ time it is down here anyway?”
“And I’ll , it seems,” added Mogget.
“Unless I to s of . May ter be h you, Sabriel.”
“And ill couldn’t sense any of t t . . .
“e’ll need it to be replied sourly. “One her.”
“I ,” turned to face tarted to raise ions to enter Death.
Suddenly, toucone slos almost t rathan her cheek.
“For luck,” toucone said nervously.
“Sabriel.”
So t tionless form. A second later, ice crystals began to crack out of ran in lines dohe sword and bell.
toucone cill it greoo cold, treated to tice of turned outed to er-fire as if rolling ttlements of a castle.
Mogget coo, from ernal luminescence.
Boten turned to gaze at Sabriel.
to Deatoo easy—by tones.
Sabriel felt tes, proclaiming easy entry to Life for any Dead nearby. Fortunately, t of tones—tug of the river.
Sabriel started forely, carefully scanning t t in ters. But notoacked, save tant t.
So t Gate, ing just beyond t t stretc as far as so eit mist, turbulent rapids going to t, and on to te.
Remembering pages from t seetongue h raw power.
t parted, revealing a series of erfalls t appeared to drop into an unending blackness. Sabriel spoke some more ured to t and left h her sword.
A pating terfall like a