e Magic  protections around t t mark soon lingered in toucone ransferred o o  up and linked  a stirring of relief. to make it— Kerrigor’s royed, and ter part of  . . .

    t, red dust blowing in like a solid wave, knocking everyone down in blinding, choking ruin.

    Sabriel lay on tried to get up. t and grit in erns . Blind, s around  tillscalding bronze of the sarcophagus.

    “t be paid,” said a crackling, in tones of Kerrigor . . . but terrible speec in he Paperwing burned.

    Blinking furiously, Sabriel cra didn’t speak again immediately, but s  closing in, t its passage.

    “I must deliver my last burden,” ture said. “turn to retribution.”

    Sabriel blinked again, tears streaming doears and t rays of moonligreaming ttered ure blurred  of pulverized bricks.

    All Sabriel’s senses were screaming inside her.

    Free Magic, the Dead, danger all around . . .

    ture t  blazed a little more t ter t  equally missing toing, whirling energies.

    A soldier suddenly leapt up be, driving a so its back. It iced, but t into we flames.

    iten lump of metal, scorche floor.

    “I bring you Abure said, dropping a long, dimly seen object to one  side. “And tarael.”

    t, it laid carefully doing momentarily before it o t.

    “Come forime t we begun.”

    tcing, and it started to move around the sarcophagus.

    Sabriel loosened ts racing. Kerrigor  till migime to turn ture back into Mogget, and complete tes . . .

    “Stop!”