"Tomorrow at dawn," Sabriel tells him reluctantly.

"Provided my leg is healed enough. Your father will ride with the real Embassy to the Northern Barbarians, and I will fly west. But I will double back to pick him up tomorrow night and we will then fly south the the House, to try to consult again with Mogget, then on to Barhedrin and the Wall. Hopefully this will confuse any spies who may be watching."