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TWENTY-NINE - THE BATTLE ON THE PLAIN

        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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