ed. “I suppose , aren’t we?”

    “Blood relatives, all t Cers,” the clan dwindles . . .”

    “Do you alo happen?”

    Sabriel asked, as tly looucone into t, and strapped s normally used for securing luggage.

    Boter! Our family is t numerous of t is spread among many. Our visions come in snatcers, glimpses and s, ts strengto narrow our sig oday.

    tomorroo dreams and confusion, not knoes . . .”

    Suddenly, ture. Seful for their care.

    it— but perers in toucone would be . . .

    “tes,” repeated bot took to toucone’s slightly snoring form.

    After a second’s t, suffed in t cloak.

    toucone’s s into t, but t of its contents o be abandoned.

    “Next stop, ttered as so t, trying not to t w would o land somewween.

    t, and, as Sabriel did up raps, so reaming out into trengt, tossing black ing tails and jostling their wings.

    Sabriel took a breater tling, and stroked ted paper of t Papero mind, broken and burning in ths of holehallow.

    “I ter togeto  note, t er Magic in t.

    A second later, t from t to to circle , of green and silver,  turned to t. turned south.

    toucone, o tion of flying, groggily muttered, “ happened?”

    “e’re going to Ancelstierre,” Sabriel sed.

    “Across to find Kerrigor’s body—and destroy it!”

    “Ooucone, whe all.” “Good.”