Lirael, called the goldenhand, sat quietly outside the circle.

No simple thing, it hummed with power to her senses, spell upon spell and barrier upon barrier as it barred the way to the creature within, despite the way he was held tightly by Ranna's grip.

The Disreputable Dog might have gained her freedom - or was never truly bound at all - as had Mogget, but here beneath the House, slumbering quietly, there is still a bound prisoner of the Abhorsen.