. . .”

    “Sanar came too,” Ryelle continued, pointing back at er.

    “Bot mucime. You can take ted it in t  first, there’s Kerrigor’s body.”

    “Yes,” said Sabriel. o deal ter ly felt, so bear it.

    “ierre,” said twins.

    “But our vision is  he place names.

    e’ll o so remember.”

    “Yes,” agreed Sabriel, feeling like a dull student promising to deal ion quite beyond her. “Yes.”

    teete and even. One, possibly Ryelle—Sabriel  t a bottle made of clear green glass out from telltale flaser Magic s  been t of her sleeve.

    “Ready?” taneously, and, “Yes,” before tion rated Sabriel’s tired brain.

    Ryelle unstoppered ttle  “pop,” and in one quick motion, poured out tents along a al line. Sanar, equally quickly, dreer—and it froze in mid-air, to form a pane of transparent ice. A frozen  of Sabriel.

    “atcapped t clouded over at t touceadied into a moving vision—muc from a traveling car. yverley College  Sabriel o see quite a fe in color, and sural sounds as clearly as if shere.

    typical Ancelstierran farmland—a long field of , ractor stopped in tance, its driver cting op a cart, -anding  stolidly, peering out their blinkers.

    toc conversation, and continued—folloed e of greater importance. tever it o it, till t filled the ice-window. “yverley ? miles,”

    it read, directing travelers along ting doowards yverley village.

    A feer, to sable’s trim ern. All landmarks knoo Sabriel. Srated even more carefully, for s