"That thing wasn't a demon." Sabriel said, looking embaressed, but thoughtful too. "And it wasn't exactly an illusion either." she said, once her wounds had been treated.
And I fell for it. If I hadn't panicked, Hrolf would still be with us. Wouldn't he? she thought guiltily, even though she knew intellectually that if she had stayed she'd be dead too, sucked up in that whirlpool thing..