It ely o leave t s before, but if to find to go into ter unnel, Lyra bent over ter for tietime, making little unscious sounds of distress, oo, felt te tender every breatore at h cold hooks.
ur leade s moved. t led from every one of ters ty-six symbols, do loose and sio elling a story: sometural. No laboriously, and nt fail because othing would fail...
"Its not far," s last. "And ttle, t plao at tuer. You cut t;
ts her side.
;Lyra, gal, it be long noell out figtles over, time in to drift along toms t used to be er, and my mots, all my ss... Lyra, c w;
ed to put of course t ead, and t saook strengt.
And on Lyras s lives iffness in t. turn soon to time as gs, but t eac tay say a their dying.
Up and up t speak. tfalls, ttle stoeps dislodged. Ad grim.
tunnel. And ter dripping, a trickle, a running of er.
"; said Lyra, reaco touc of rock t blocked t and cold. " is."
Suro the harpy.
"I been t; s;o guide all ts tll e to t land in last nig, if you ent got a t be fig for ture. So I t Id give you a name, like King Iorek Byrnison gave me my name Silvertongue. Im going to call you Gracious ings. So ts your name nos ;
"One day," said t;I ongue."
"And if I kno; Lyra said. "Good-bye, Gracious ings, till I die."
Sigh cheeks.
tialys said: "t;
"Yes," s;ts er says. Its close to ress."
"t me speak to ts."
S;Listen, because tress on a mountaintop: t is o s be of good ce and fig;
Lyra turo ill.
"All rig; ;Im ready."
ook out to t, knoher...
"ill," said Lyra, alarmed.
opped. tu took ened in tance of an invisible a deep breath.
"I nearly..."
"I could see," s;Look at me, ill."
In t lig mout t t of her flesh.
the knife came loose.
"Ill try again," he said.
urned aip, tou, along, dos cro ills body and Lyras felt little jolts of cold along every nerve.
And .
t t t stru o cover ts and living alike, so t ttle of gus and screams antly clear, and ening.
Jo and t of Lee Scoresby recovered t. Because bottle, t so disoriented by tc.
Explosive rockets ing in ts of rod metal over tain, ing angels, and coo, s arro ted on a dragonfly, diving to attack a flying mac tried to figo ed and skimmed above, its rider leapt off to clamp s neck; and t returned, so let its rider leap on t green back as traigo t t of tress.
"Open it ; said Lee Scoresby. "Let us out!"
"ait, Lee," said Jo;Somet;
ill cut anotion ed, and as t, ttern of ting. ttag force began to opped moving forurned laboriously and moved back. A squadron of flying mag tter of a ragged battle ers, . troops equipped co disengage and pull back.
"s going on?" said Lee. "t w;
to be no reason for it: Lord Asriels allies numbered, tent, and many more of them were lying wounded.
t a sudden movement among ts. ting out at someting in the air.
"Specters!" said Jo;ts t;
And for t time, ill and Lyra t tledo t, and wo see.
" are t; said Lyra.
"t platoon of Asriels riflemen...”
And ill and Lyra kne;Ru a;
Some of t from close by, looked around startled. Oter making fe and blank and greedy, raised t of course . And t struck t man it came to.
a spotted eet.
t giving an incoils of an invisible , snarling, rying to reag al nausea.
&qu; said Jo;Let us out now; we fig;
So ill ope at ts; and tra battle he could imagine.
ts clambered out of till in t. to fear anymore, and t ters, grappling and ling and tearing at t see at all.
tly, spectral bat. ill made , brandisers before.
, Lyra , too, c sers from time to time, in an oily glistening of t shiver of danger.
it rise, just a bank of earted by sry te.
tern , riven ops dra in titude oo, on ted: mag brigir s draing.
Beo , o tress. t gray in torm ligant ramparts of black basalt, stle figures moving about, repairing ttlements, bringing more o bear, or simply g.
And it t Lyra felt t distant lurc akable toucers.
S it o it before. And it told , t s o bee vulnerable to ters, and sedly, t Pan must be somewhere close by.
"ill, ill...” she cried.
urned, knife in hand and eyes ablaze.
But before d so him.
"Pan! Pan!" sanding on tiptoe to look all around.
ill rying not to be sick. After a fes t to finding ts, cries, voices g in pain or terror, tant yowk-yowk-yowk of cliff-gs cirg overhe wind.
Lyra felt it first on , and t in torm: all teness he horizon.
Beill s every grove and every siree bet and vivid, little frail t and flower.
And t all te-cers almost clearly no ills eyes and las so bloers a ted straig to in every sense for his.
And noning, and t almig t o umbled, as if driven doo eao one he millions of worlds.
itca Skadis , and Reina Mitis, and corc, reaming over tress from t, from t oorm.
tile ers still remained in tco to cry out and tumble blazing to t most of time, and t fligcreamed like a river of fire into t of torm.
A fligain to meet tcer t tco t, and t ones soared up o to left and rigel, outlined in fire, tumbled screaming from the air.
And t great drops of rain came doorm clouds meant to douse tced; t blazed defia it, spitting and o t to te Lyra and ill o tung tiny stones.
t all tumbled and struggled, er from tumult: "Pan! Pan!"
t stant noorn ope;Pan! My Pantalaimon! Pan!" from Lyra and a not w she was named.
it to look to go t c for ters till not fully see. But Lyra o tle strengt to g to Lyras sialys ing movement t mucs poric blue and t he dead.
And t in t from t. As tering t unlike any totally silent. It ress. It skimmed overop above to t of torm.
But time to it, because anotold Lyra t Pan it, too, and tumbled blindly ting gs, errified, and sick.
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