Kerrigor, Colonel?”

    ea down.

    “Your fater Dead, I te?”

    “More ter, possibly t,”

    Sabriel said bleakly. “As far as I knoo also be a Free Magic adept.”

    “And a renegade member of the royal family,”

    added toucone, ill , unquencea. “And he is no longer imprisoned. he walks in Life.”

    “All tinued.

    “But too.

    Kerrigor’s mastery of Free Magic, and muc on tinual existence of , long ago, —and  in Ancelstierre. Near to be exact.”

    “And noc . . .” said  errible prescience. Outwardly, aining his feelings.

    Inrembling t  being transmitted to the mug in his hand.

    “hen will he come?”

    “it,” replied Sabriel. “it of Deato the all, he may come earlier.”

    ‘‘the sun—” horyse began.

    “Kerrigor can her, bring fog or dense cloud.”

    “So owards Sabriel, ioning. “Abhorsen.”

    Sabriel felt a  already pressed upon  so answer.

    “Kerrigor’s body is in a spelled sarcopop a little , less ty miles ao get troy the body.”

    “And t roy Kerrigor?”

    ‘‘No,” said Sabriel, sfully.

    “But it will weaken here may be a chance . . .”

    “Rigill got t, but o move quickly. I take it t Kerrigor and his . . .

    forces . . .  just pop out at Docky Point?”

    “No,” agreed Sabriel. “to emerge in Life in t  not to try and stop him.”

    “I’m afraid  do t.” replied horyse.

    “t’s er Garrison is here for.”

    “A lot of your soldiers o no purpose toucone. “Simply because t gets in