safe! Put me doop! Please, stop!”

    ration bent on teo side like a scentfollowing hound.

    “toucone! toucone!” Sabriel sobbed, beating on   aop!”

    Still ones falling aair, jumping gaping ed , and Sabriel breat  it viciously, till tten wood collapsed and ers.

    Beyond tumbledoall unted, selfsoree rising above t at tern edge, percinct siltes bordered ernoon sun t was sinking down behem.

    toucone broke into a gait t could only be described as a gallop, parting t up to tanding figures, gently placed Sabriel on to ching.

    Sabriel tried to crao  t s  up and look at the Paperwings.

    “, t be the King.”

    Sabriel stared, dry-mout o see t, piercing blue eyes. te linen dresses, h long, open sleeves.

    Fres made Sabriel feel extremely dirty and uncivilized, in y armor. Like tical. Very pretty.

    twins.

    t dooucone’s. Sabriel felt Cer Magic sloer rising in a spring—t floo aking a and pain of the arrow.

    Next to oucone’s breato t of sleep.

    “tried to smile, but seemed to  t. “the Dead . . . behind us.”

    “e kno ten   minutes be. e saomorrow.”

    “Ao , t  t to find out  really confusing.

    “traig o sloes. t feel ly—just older, as if it ruck a ead of minutes.

    “Fat you cching for where Kerrigor has his body.”

    “Yes,” replied t us exactly.

    e’ve only been alloo be today, because  Papers . . .”

    “Or actually, Ryelle is . . .” one of ting at t since so fly wo Paperwings were needed, so