t Lee Scoresbys g    u sun of m.

        Golden, but also yelloreaks coo, ops of a particular kind of grass just ing into flohe sky.

        And quiet, but not silent, for a soft breeze rustled ttle stems, and a billion is and otures scraped and oo o be seen sang little looping falls of bell notes nohe same.

        In all t     and still o back, ucrop of rock at top of a little bluff.

        till, so pale, t t    lines around t and mud and not a little blood. And from te passivity of t stages of exion.

        Lyra    to    came past touco stir, and .

        But tly s;Pan, Pan..."

        U move for some time, because    of    limp    still s ttle breeze and ttle i scrapings and t bird    en he world was.

        Presently sill fast asleep. ,    iff    and s. S ime, at ttle pulse in , at    rising and falling slo te shem.

        irred. Not ing to be caug    ttle grave t before, just a couple of ialys and t rest. t stone nearby; s up and prized it loose from t it uprig t up and so gaze across the plain.

        It seemed to stretc ; gentle undulations and little ridges and gullies varied tand of trees so tall to be structed ratraigrunks and dark green opy seemed to defy distance, being so clearly visible at    have been many miles away.

        Closer, t, at t of t more ttle pond fed by a spring ing out of ty she was.

        S up on so. trickled t again and again, washe mud and grime

        before liftio    eet .

        t . Sood for a long time    and ter around her calves.

        S doo dip er and    ting it trail out and flig it back again, stirring it o lift all t and grime out.

        a little er and    isfied, so see t ill ing    across t tent of it. And at t, and at t t.

        So join ting ttle one, aing it more firmly in the soil.

        "Are t;    the daemons.

        "Dont kno t far a I dont know. Dyou remember w ;

        tle crag noises in hen he blinked and shook his head.

        "Not muc; ;I picked up Pantalaimon and you picked up, t ;

        "And your, t jumped out of my arms," s;And I rying to see Mr. Scoresby to see    t;

        "It doesnt feel like o ted."

        "No," s;t. I remember ry and play    it never really oo big to o kne," sarily as if srying to dispel some e. "    I doorn apart, I feel safe, and I know ;

        "toget; ill said.

        "Yea be."

        ood up suddenly.

        "Look," ;over t;

        ing. Sant tremor of movement, quite different from t haze.

        "Animals?" sfully.

        "And listen," ting his hand behind his ear.

        No out, sent rumble, almost like thunder, a very long way off.

        "t; ill said, pointing.

        ttle patc t on for a fes. t became suddenly quieter, t    already. till gazing in tion, and sly after start up again. And a fes later came the sound.

        "t be; said ill. "Are t;

        "t really see. Yes, turning, look, t;

        "ell, if ," said ill, and ook to tream, . .    sy of soap, and for some    clothes.

        Lyra cever trange.

        "ill," s;t;

        But s uainly. tle o look. It o see individuals no a dozen strong, and telopes and motorcycles, but tra, even: trunks like small eleps.

        Aion. ill took out t Lyra, sitting on turning ter.

        It responded quickly, ill a fely left and rig a, and Lyra felt    to tly as a bird.

        "t; s;its all rigs odd, I t quite make it out... Dr. Malone ?"

        So    believe Dr. Malone ill, ter indicated    couldnt give    it aood up slowly beside ill.

        "I to t; s;t going to    us."

        Some of topped, ing. ttle, trunk raised, and trokes of eral limbs. Some of tures o to drink; ted, but not y of co a gate. telligend purpose. they were people.

        ill and Lyra moved doil to speak to te of w Lyra    he knife.

        "I dont knoand me," Lyra said cautiously, "but I knohink we should...”

        trunk and said, "e see Mary. You ride. e carry. e see Mary."

        "O; suro ill, smiling .

        tures ted irrups of braided cord. Not saddles; turned out to be fortable enoug t    parison. rol, and t t: tirrups o give to o and balance ures the decisions.

        "; ill began to say, but o stop and regain ure moved under him.

        t slope, going slo    unfortable, because tures    t tting on c.

        Soon to    seen clearly from tco find roads of smootime before.

        tures rolled onto t off, soon pig up speed. tercourse t broadened into    ot split into narroably. It e ual, rational    across valleys es of crete. t of t an imposition on it.

        ter and faster. It took ill and Lyra a    used to tone. Lyra found it more difficult t first, because s knorick of leaning into t s, and soon sing.

        too muco speak. Instead, to point: at trees, in amazement at t a flock of birds, tra ing, screion t a fat blue lizard as long as a ures divided to ride o, and it took no notice at all).

        to slow down.

        And in takable,    smell of toly ter than a walk.

        Lyra, stiff and sore, said, " you stop? I    to get off and ;

        ure felt tug at t ood o a . ills did, too, and botiff ainued jolting and tensing.

        tures alk togetrunks moving elegantly in time er a mio ed, grass-ures op of t to trate on o ed.

        As to top of topped, and ill and Lyra ;Mary close. Mary t;

        tance, and at t of trees and roables, stood a village of tcures like t among tended crops, or rees.

        "No; said the leader.

        t far to go. ill and Lyra climbed up once more, and tures looked closely at tirrups runks, as if to make sure they were safe.

        t off, beating teral limbs, and urging til t a terrific pace. ill and Lyra g tig t to ture of speed, tures loved t their joy and laughed in happy response.

        topped in ter of trunks and speaking words of wele.

        And t;Dr. Malone!"

        Mary    of one of ts, , ocky figure, range and familiar.

        Lyra ran and embraced igood back, careful and doubtful.

        Mary kissed Lyra o tle mental dance of sympatook pla a sed or less.

        Moved by passion for tate t meant to embrace    Mary    kind of response o a man s knoing above all to    cause o lose face.

        So instead s , and a current of uanding and respect passed bet it became liking at ond eac t they had.

        "t; said Lyra, "old you about him...”

        "Im Mary Malone," s;and youre arved."

        Suro ture by ing sounds, moving her arm as she did so.

        At oures moved a cus ree nearby, w shade.

        And as soon as table, ts broug lemony astringend tery taste; and salad plucked fres, t oozed a creamy sap, and little cs tasting like s carrots.

        But t eat muc oo riced to do justice to ty, but t from t, sligis or tortillas. It ried some of everyt like ill s a little e enough.

        Mary mao avoid asking any questions. t to talk about it yet.

        So sions about told t tree, because sheir heads nodding.

        "You dont o do anyt sleep," she said.

        ternoon air ill, and tree s. Less tes after t of t asleep.

        tal, surprised. But ell?

        Its easy, said Mary. t sly.

        t muc t e to them?

        I dont knoime soon. I dont know w o us.

        No ically.

        table garden. Mary o save o bend doal used runk, so tiotent.

        But you kneal.

        Yes.

        as it ticks t told you?

        No, said Mary, blusist; it    to sulting t t was a nigure, she fessed.

        took their dreams very seriously.

        You dont like nigures, Atal said.

        Yes, I do. But I didnt believe til noold me to prepare for them.

        sort of voice?    speak if you could?

        It o imagine speec trunk movements t clarified and defi. Sopped in ted curiosity.

        ell, I did see it, said Mary. It    very old a not old at all.

        ise oal ensely ied.

        old? said Atal.

        It is a make-like, said Mary.

        Atal swung runk, reassured.

        Mary    on as best sold me t I s t not    look after them.

        t and tired, said Atal. ill top the sraf leaving?

        Mary looked up uneasily. S o c ticles reamihan ever.

        I    I dont know how.

        In t and t stars , a group of strangers arrived. Mary ed murmur of talk, and    of her house, drying herself.

        ill and Lyra ernoon, and t stirring noo see Mary talking to five or six of ted; but ell.

        Mary saw her and broke away.

        "Lyra," s;somet explain and its... I dont kno is... Ive got to go and look. Its an o anyt stop, too anxious...”

        "All rig; said Lyra, still dazed from her long sleep.

        Mary looked uree. ill was rubbing his eyes.

        "I really    be too long," s;Atal ay ;

        tient. Mary sly tirrups over ed at ourned and drove ao the dusk.

        t off in a neion, along t to tter of to t, and its silver-sepia ligo envelop ical icism h.

        Sime to time and touc, but s use it till topped moving. And tly,    ing to stop for anyter an one road and moving slowly along a

        trail of beate raand of otle gullies, rickled dorees t clustered there.

        It o ted eadily at to the gully.

        Srig of t    sound of to one anotopped.

        In t a fele k    so it a little    as if i it . And out of it was ing a procession of gs.

        Mary felt as if t art, seizing t branc till    of it.

        Soo, more and more t of to t, and vanished.

        t raook a feeps in t, and looked around, transformed    t or smoke, ted a of t breeze.

        Some of toed to tell    t touctle ss, an old woman, beed, urging o e close.

        then she spoke, and Mary heard her say:

        "tell tories. trut tell true stories, and everyt tell tories."

        t    s ably fotten, and ba a flood es all tion    in our sleep. It ried to describe to Atal, t picture; but as Mary tried to find it again, it dissolved and drifted apart, just as the dream was gone.

        All t    ness of t feeling, and tion to tell tories.

        So to t endless silence, more of ts urning to their homeland.

        "tell tories," so herself.
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