Mary couldnt sleep. Every time s tense h fear.

        times, until s sleep    going to e; so s up and dressed quietly, and stepped out of tree s tentlike branches under which ill and Lyra were sleeping.

        t and    landscape tled , like tion of some s. But animals migrated for a purpose;    crossing to plaate and bear offspring. t    of pure c of utterly random events at toms and molecules; t all.

        ense and driven    did. Mary felt it, too, except t s kno purpose    unlike o knoire world was alive and scious.

        Mary climbed tide laced a brilliant silver tening dark of ts and tful beening to embraet    was, Mary would never know.

        Suroree stood. It y minutes os great    o say, and s hem.

        So, moved by tement of t, and desperate to join in. told ill about    t everyted to everytian, s ected, too; but    loose and free and lig purpose.

        And to anot, and it    everyt s off from it. And it o find a e, because there was no God.

        ation and o climb ree and try once again to lose .

        But before so t sound among treaming of te like an an. And above t, the squeal and scream of wood on wood.

        Surely it couldnt be ree?

        Sopped    balks of green icks and fell all to tself, tree she knew so well, leaned and leaned

        and sloo topple.

        Every fiber in trunk, ts seemed to cry out separately against t it fell and fell, all t lengt smass    of to lean to a breaker; and trunk rebounded up a little tled doorn wood.

        So toucossing leaves. tered ruins of form.    t t.

        S a brancook out t se different movements in the sky.

        One    of tion, and t of tream of Dust, seeming to cross it in quite another.

        And of t    mucer volume. In fact, to be flo, a great inexorable flood p out of t of all to some ultimate emptiness.

        Slohings joined up.

        ill and Lyra    tle knife    least. So tohem.

        told    tured ty-to fail just over three hundred years ago.

        Acc to ill, torre degli Angeli, tle knife,    aler all, and t be many others.

        Suppose t all time, little by little, Dust    of tle knife ure...

        S dizzy, and it    only t t and , gazing at the scudding clouds.

        tle knife    , and s talk to ill and Lyra and find a o stop it.

        But t flood in tter entirely. t    astrop    stopped, all scious life o an end. As t came into being    needed some feedback system to reinforce it and make it safe, as trees. it somet, it ion, feeling,    a brutisomatism; and t brief period    like a dle in every one of t ly.

        Mary felt t keenly. It felt like age. S eig and o die.

        S of t fallen tree, and ill    off o the village.

        At t of t time at t stream,    and tanding firm in the middle.

        And t t last: s t great urgent purpose was.

        trying to    flood. triving to put some barriers up against terrible stream:    and hurling

        tle to keep ticles in they so enriched.

        Matter loved Dust. It didnt    to see it go. t , and it oo.

        t t.

        "ell, t; s;t;

        As s t flotle tiny pebbles trying t, all trying till thing.

        ayed out, Mary didnt knoy of o subside, and exion took its place, sohe village.

        And - on ts. te, a steady movement: sometide.

        Sood still, gazing ily. It couldualapi, because ts own.

        But everyt it     about it. S alone, and sated before running doo opped, in any case. It ing on ter close to th.

        And it ... No, sometting off its back.

        thing was a man.

        Se clearly, even at t dista , ao it. S tter beyond doubt: it .

        ick of some kind.    running, but moving like an ate or a er.    light.

        And as o t t stick was. he was carrying a rifle.

        S as if someone er over . Every separate irred.

        Soo far ao do anyted,    o cepped into to t and rigopping every so often to listen, moving from o house.

        Marys mi like trying to    as s silently: Dont look uree, go aree ...

        But o it, finally stopping outside    bear it; s t and began to run do to call out, anyt just in time s it mig back.

        t bear not knoopped and fumbled for to stand still w.

        . , altir in t    be. Mary ed for an endless minute, and then he appeared again.

        ood in    t past tree.

        tepped off tood still, almost at a loss. Mary    erested in the village; and

        ly away.

        Scep ook doe clearly epped onto t cross-legged as it turo glide aes later t to sight.
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