Mrs. Coulter he shadow beside her:

        "Look atron! ..."

        tood on a ledge    cavern, cheir careful way down, a long way below.

        "I could strike ; the shadow whispered.

        "Yes, of course you could," s;but I    to see atron; I    o knorayed s folloc;

        t fall s pillar of faint lig desded smooto ter tention to spare for it, because trembling h

        desire, and so keep    trol she could manage.

        t, follo a great weariness fall over her.

        "? ?"    once.

        "I ; s malice, " to love and be loved. I t I loved    now...”

        "t," t;in your    t t you    see ;

        "Oatron,    is since you    tell    is Im regretting? Its not    mierly I regret t I didnt knoo you..."

        So trol to gulp at t of her flesh.

        tumbled and broken rocks to of t, t lig. Mrs. Coulter kept reac o recollect herself, and whispered:

        "Keep beatron,     me lull .    e as a s see you, ot let t;

        t    o deepen and strengtself, and    t moment o destroy Lyra and to possess ayed hey could.

        Lord Asriel ing be block of granite, out of sig. tood up as Mrs. Coulter came around timeter of air, ed by t, y to every tiail; and in t lig    ears, and t stio sob.

        ook he snow leopards ned buried his black fa her fur.

        "Is Lyra safe? ; she whispered.

        "t of teg bot;

        "Dust is beautiful... I never kne;

        " did you tell ;

        "I lied and lied, Asriel.. .Lets not    too long, I t bear it... e    live,    survive like ts?"

        "Not if o to give Lyra time to find ime to live and groake Metatron to extinarisa, s time, and if    doesnt matter."

        "And Lyra ;

        "Yes, yes," ly.

        as soft and ligeen years before.

        Sly. hen she could speak, she whispered:

        "I told o betray you, aray Lyra, and    and

        full of    I lied too ed o find no good in me, and . t I love Lyra.    kno came to me like a t, and noing . All I could    my crimes rous t tard seed in tted eveer oo    more deeply still... But tard seed aken root and tle green s ting my    wide open, and I was so afraid ;

        So stop to gatroked    about , and ed.

        "Any moment no; s;I told o make    er all, even if le o t;

        ;Yes. Lyra    ;

        Sook a deep breat it out in a long, s dohe hair back behind her ears.

        "Metatron," sly. "Its time."

        Metatrons s of took in at once o daemons, croucd Lord Asriel...

        at    once, seizing , and tried to o ts, palms, elboered Lord Asriels    pummeling blo forced t cracked against his skull and shook his senses.

        o    later, Mrs. Coulter    up betatrt    folded rained and    tighem.

        too. Stelmaria eetearing at one of t    to greater fury. it er against a rock.

        Mrs. Coulter unned for a sed, and    oing o fling off t Lord Asriels arms    tter grip no so muclose. Lord Asriel set o crus of Metatron, grinding    to ig were landing on his skull and his neck.

        But to tell. And as Lord Asriel tried to keep ing on ttering o tatron -sized rock, and no doal for t of Lord Asriels skull. t t eaot    till g fast, t , and stumbled for a footing among tured rocks.

        And as Metatron raised tone o a treetop, ao ttered down

        toatron s o left and rigrying to dislodge t teetail, and ter gat ing o s movement.

        Metatron    . Nor was he abyss.

        And by noo     a little more . ogetight and drag down.

        ter found to his eyes.

        Metatron cried out. From far off across t cavern, eco cliff, doubling and diminisant gs to pause in their endless procession and look up.

        And Stelmaria t effort a for t.

        Metatroo er, falling    ing o eeth.

        And noumbling and rocks falling, and tcearing, and t t at t Metatron forced    effort spread bot    beat doer atron ig . t go…

        But tatron would escape.

        "Marisa! Marisa!"

        torn from Lord Asriel, and ood and found ing a , to    ting ogeto the abyss.

        ts ion of dismay, and t    once.

        ill sprang for of t a little ki ialys leapt off and landed on t, seizing ure o t one looked stupidly at tump of     fell. A sed later t. ill felt times beats, and pulled it out before t could t it away in falling.

        red as t Lyra was un beside    hing in his mind.

        "tialys! tialys!" eet cliff-gs ialys ing still, so    off    aing thery neck.

        "ill," said Lyra be;ill, look at t;

        So tal litter. It al ained and smeared    ts ing before t. It lay tilted crazily among t...

        "Oill alive! But, t;

        ill saal, trying to reaco t errified, g like a baby and coo t er.

        " be so old, Ive never seen anyone suffering like t, o    ?"

        ill cut tal in one movement and reaco . Demented and po seemed like yet anot.

        "Its all rig; ill said, ". e on,     you."

        ttering a    on and on, and grindi    as Lyra reacoo, to , ried to smile, and to bo    wonder.

        Bet of days out of al cell; it     as paper, and o simple kindness like a floo t in to stop to to loosen and dissolve. Only a fes later ely, and t impression    profound and exed relief.

        tery dissolving in mystery. It akee, and ill turned back at oo ttle body, cradling it in ears flo.

        But Lyra ly.

        "ill,    to move,    to, those horses ing...”

        Out of t and ducked; but Salmakia cried rengt;No, Lyra! No! Stand    your fist!"

        So Lyra ill, supp one arm urned and so seize her knuckles in sharp claws.

        On t a gray- at Lyra, t Salmakia ging to her collar.

        "Madame..." said Salmakia faintly, "we ;

        "You ; said Madame Oxentiel, and tche reins.

        At oimes, so loud t Lyras ed from t o    it seemed to craso one anot ts a instead, to apestry of s and silent needle-brighe children.

        "Lyra," said t;and ill: folloo your daemons."

        As ts ed atle    t only trengt umbling and falling more t ly against    all time.

        "Left! Left!" cried tning-riven murk tur o t ill saep beside tream onflies made for t once, and tered. t, eacs back, finding a o the

        i as it     impossible to follourned and fled in panic, ttered.

        But ts in a sudden turned in dismay: t a gallop, and already one or trapping to snap ts like ws aside.

        "t; came t;Duo do;

        t t be s? Lyra raised    e different from horses.

        "Iorek!" s. "O;

        ill pulled    once, for not only Iorek Byrnison but a regiment of ly for t in time Lyra tucked o o go left, ghem.

        Ligo face ill and Lyra, .

        "Iorek, be s!" ill cried, because t on them.

        Before t antly Iorek eel-strong cob t rong, and alt fighe coils.

        "Iorek!" ill sed. "Keep still! Dont move!"

        ussocks as tried to trol t at t w he air.

        But ill kept ead of slasting in more of a tangle, d cut it tter of moments. t fell useless to t at Iorek, feeling    ting . t bear stood motionless as ted    body, cutting, freeing, clearing the way.

        "No; ill yelled, leaping clear, and Iorek seemed to explode upo t of t horse.

        tar to s t Iorek Byrnison in ons, and not t range could and tered, fell o see o the children:

        "On my bao;

        Lyra leapt up, and ill follo to move.

        Be e cavalry, ings e;Straigrees in t;

        Iorek reacop of a little rise in to a quarter of a mile atery of great guns    burst just ued doorees, making t as a fiarget for the guns.

        And figrol of tself ers, being s. As soon as t little group of trees, Lyra and ill bot t if t reacers here

        every mireaming over t. ill and Lyra could see them very clearly now.

        An explosion just over tones and clods of earto t, and ill o clutc.

        "; Iroo charge.

        A flare burst ing slo glare. Anot, closer time, and t ter ting of eartones on t falter, but t o    dig to o grip t bot slipping.

        "Look!" cried Lyra, pointing up as anot nearby.

        A dozen cs aside, so t from the guns.

        And , a rees and to go in directly among t of t ing    t.

        "t; said a voice beside topped so suddenly t ill and Lyra tumbled off his back.

        "Lee!" said Iorek. "Lee, my rade, I    am I speaking to?"

        "Iorek, old feller, you dont kake over noers arent afraid of bears. Lyra, ill, e t knife...”

        to Lyras fist, and t;Dont e a sed, go in and find your daemons and escape! t;

        "t; said Lyra, and took wing.

        ill could see Lee Scoresbys g dimly beside to t to say fareo Iorek Byrnison.

        "Iorek, my dear, t ;

        "t; said ill.

        "No time. Go. Go!"

        er Lee Scoresbys g into t    ed, and tangled, fusing.

        "Keep close," o Lyra, and t as a bramble sliced across his cheek.

        All around t, noise, and struggle. to and fro like branc s: bot ttle dashey heard voices all around:

        "t;

        "Over ;

        "Keep going, were ;

        "Not far no;

        And t Lyra kher:

        "O;

        "Pan, darling, Im here...”

        So tore dotles,    and warning.

        But ters arget, too, and tangle of bus and brang no more resistaies seemed to pour in toer of t marso fighem off.

        ill and Lyra rembling and ion, nausea, and pain, but giving up ore at to left and rig of the shadowy beings became more and more savage.

        "t; cried Lee. "See em? By t big rock...”

        A , ts, spitting and    t if time o tell    t time, because a Specter eased    of t patcohe daemons.

        ill leapt over t obstacle, a fallerunk, and pluo ting s    eet, and to boil a bato the darkness again.

        Almost ters and still more came pressing trees, and only t gs were hem back.

        " you cut t; said Jo.

        ill o stop as a rag bout of nausea so toe. t in omac dreadfully. Lyra beside ate. Lees g, seeing led    hem.

        "ill, please...” said Lyra, gasping.

        In    t looked t prairie under a brilliant moon, so very like     hed been blessed.

        ill leapt across t daemon wher.

        And even in t    t moment of utmost peril, eac ttle sement: for Lyra alaimon.

        tore thers eyes.

        "Good-bye, Mr. Scoresby!" Lyra cried, looking around for ;I wis;

        "Good-bye, my dear c;

        Lyra scrambled t ill stood still and looked into t, brilliant in t o say.

        ill said to , "You said I old me t ure, and I s argue . Fat because I o. I t cure, but I    c I do. And I will c;

        enderness. "ell done, my boy. ell done indeed," he said.

        ill couldnt see urned and climbed ter Lyra.

        And no toms to relax and drift apart, at long, long last.

        Out of ttle grove, aers, out of t ty form of his old

        panion t little scrap of t    Lee Scoresby floated up as    balloon imes. Untroubled by ting so ts and cries of anger and    of Lee Scoresby passed t u stars, ing for him.
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