"Yes. Chlorr of the Mask," Sabriel replies, eyes distant. It's a name she does not like to recollect.

"She was very old and powerful, so I had presumed she was the architect of our difficulties there. But now I am not so sure. It is clear someone else is still working to befuddle the Clayr and incite trouble across the kingdom. There is also someone behind Corolini in Ancelstierre and perhaps even the Southerling wars as well."

She pauses and glances over at her son.

"One possibility is the man you encountered in Death, Sam."