peal, mixing togetions overheard in a crowd.

    Sabriel rang t -tc toure, o t peal. Sound seemed to envelope ter, circling around its ed mouth.

    t could try and sound of its o once, and so the bells.

    t to find a foolisrained necromancer, but even so, tcantly, like a c ouch.

    ture’s mout ongue, a e fles  it  spoke he voice of Abhorsen.

    “Sabriel! I both hoped and feared you would come.”

    “Fat rapped spirit rature.

    “Father . . .”

    Sarted to cry. Sroubles, only to find rapped, trapped beyond y to free  even kno it o imprison someone e! “Sabriel! er! e ime for tears. here is your physical body?”

    “In t to yours. Inside a diamond of protection.”

    “And the Dead? Kerrigor?”

    “t  Kerrigor is somew know where.”

    “Yes, I kneered Ab move quickly.

    Sabriel, do you remember o ring taneously? Mosrael and Kibeth?”

    “t time? S was possible—or hpiece. “Remember.

    the Dead.”

    Slo came back, pages floating doo conscious memory, like leaves from a sree. ter combinations, if enougo  ter . . .

    “Yes,” said Sabriel, slowly. “I remember.

    Mosrael and Kibethey free you?”

    the answer was slow in coming.

    “Yes. For a time. Enougo do  be done. Quickly, now.”

    Sabriel nodded, trying not to t ruly live again.

    Consciously, so barricade this knowledge from her mind.

    Sion than alone.

    Silled ying  and emotion, concentrating solely on them.

    Mosrael ser circle