Kerrigor’s royed.”

    “So you  us to just let tierre?”

    “Not exactly,” replied Sabriel. “I o fig a time and a place more of our cer mark, and a little Cer Magic, o destroy Kerrigor’s body. Also,  tyfive miles from tly lessened, but many of   destroying or damaging t to send to Death.”

    “And t of t stand aside and let Kerrigor and er?”

    “You probably  have a choice.”

    “I see,” muttered  up, and paced backeps, all t unately, or unfortunately perly acting as ter.

    General Asurned souto . . . aemporary situation only—Army o give any sort of o ter mark. So the decision is mine . . .”

    opped pacing, and stared back at Sabriel and toucone—but o see somety corrugated iron t . Finally, he spoke.

    “Very s—but I ac to escort you to . . . ? Docky Point. But I can’t promise  figer.”

    “e need you, too, Colonel,” Sabriel said, in t follo Cer Mage the Garrison has.”

    “Impossible!” ically.

    “I’m in command of ter. My responsibilities lie here.”

    “You’ll never be able to explain tonight, anyway,”

    Sabriel said. “Not to any general doo anyone he all.”

    “I’ll . . . I’ll t it ,” tle of a tray and plates tactfully announcing teps. “Come in!”

    tered, steam rising around t tray do past him, bellowing.

    “Messenger! I  tant, Major tindall and tenant Aire from ts, termaster. In tions Room in ten minutes. Oransport Officer too. And aff to stand by for coding.”