Lyra and aking care to keep to one side, out of sigc tables t ran tc little lig ready for ts. Portraits of former Masters    tcepped up beside table. t silver, and tees    oak benc ma cushions.

        Lyra stopped beside ters c glass gently he hall.

        “Youre not taking this seriously,” whispered her daemon. “Behave yourself.”

        alaimon, and ly in t to she hall.

        “too muco ,” Lyra whispered back.

        “And te e in till t bell. Stop fussing.”

        But s al anyalaimon fluttered aly open door of tiring Room at ter a moment he appeared again.

        “t    be quick.”

        Croucable, Lyra darted along and t Room,    in    blaze of logs settled sligain of sparks up into t of    iring Room before: only Scs     in    lers job alone.

        Pantalaimoled on her shoulder.

        “happy now?    we go?” he whispered.

        “Dont be silly! I    to look around!”

        It able of polisood various deters and glasses, and a silver smoking stand h a rack of pipes.

        On a sideboard nearby ttle c of poppy heads.

        “t th.

        S in one of t ucked o look at traits on tared out of their frames in solemn disapproval.

        “ dyou talk about?” Lyra said, an to say, because before sion sside the door.

        “Bealaimon, and in a flas of t. It    t one for hiding behind:

        ser of t very quiet...

        t c dorousers and s .

        t?”

        It er. As Lyra s daemon (a dog, like all servants daemons) trot in and sit quietly at , and ters feet became visible too, in the shabby black shoes he always wore.

        “No, Master,” said tler. “No her.”

        “I expect raigo hall, will you?”

        “Very good, Master.”

        “And youve deted some of tokay for him?”

        “Yes, Master. tial to t, I remember.”

        “Good. Now leave me, please.”

        “Do you er?”

        “Yes, leave t too. Look in during dio trim it, will you?”

        tler boo leave, rotting obediently after -muccer    to a large oak ook    laboriously on. ter    y noiff and sloers daemon tled in omed pla    shoulder.

        Lyra could feel Pantalaimon bristling y, tly excited.

        tor mentioned by ter, Lord Asriel,    exploration, in distant .

        s, ely.

        ter took from    a folded paper and laid it on table beside took topper out of ter taining a ricream of o ter before crumpling t into took a pencil from , stirred til topper.

        brief squaer replied in an uone, and looked around he door hed e in by.

        Lyra w, Pan?”

        “Of course I did! Noeward es!”

        But as he hall.

        “ts te .”

        Pantalaimon fluttered sly to tly back.

        “te get out of ther door...”

        ter ered a by, opened onto t time of day it o leave papers or briefcases in to to leave tes before tewards bell rang.

        And if s seeipping t poo t eiced in t s made ate.

        tsteps on teo make sure tiring Room er dinner. Lyra darted to t, and    just as teered. Salaimon: the room was somber colored, and he could always creep under a chair.

        See s s tand and cast a glance over ters and glasses. to , so s a superior servant, so a superi. In fact, ster. t around as if sruder, but didnt make for to Lyras intense relief.

        Lyra een her.

        Lyra iny walaimon had squeezed in beside her.

        “ere going to o stay    you listen to me?”

        S reply until te ing at table; so t.

        “Its a good t,” s er put poison in t okay ler about! to kill Lord Asriel!”

        “You dont knos poison.”

        “O is. Dont you remember, ler leave t? If it , it    tered tler seeing. And I knoical. ts alking about it for days. Pan,    a murder!”

        “Ive never ly. “o keep still for four    me go and look in tell you ws clear.”

        tered from tle s.

        “Its no good, Pan, Im staying,” s t on table. Ive just got to see hey do.”

        Sood up, feeling around for t to make a noise, and found t t. t faced h silk.

        “I ers?” ss s not poison in t wine?”

        “No,”    is, like you do. And I ts none of our business. And I t    time of silly to interfere. Its noto do h us.”

        “Doupid,” Lyra said. “I t sit in chem give him poison!”

        “e somewhen.”

        “Youre a coward, Pan.”

        “Certainly I am. May I ask end to do? Are you going to leap out and snatcrembling fingers?    did you have in mind?”

        “I didnt ,” sly.

        “But noer did, I    got any o sce, arent you?    go and sit in ts going to    io do t, I promise you.”

        “t you ed all time,” er a moment. “You ed to c I realize t before?”

        “All rig up to somet.

        tual or somet ed to kno was.”

        “Its none of your business! If t to enjoy ttle secrets you s feel superior a on . hiding and spying is for silly children.”

        “Exactly op nagging.”

        t in silence for a alaimon self-rigcemporary antennae on one of t a mixture of ts tending io s soo. Perry to clear t his help.

        y, and it    for rouble often enougo be used to it. time s Lord Asriel, and about . It    ofte t time of ical tensio t    e simply to eat and drink and smoke    boter    cil, ters special advisory body, so it migo do ; but meetings of t cil iring Room of Jordan College. t s    tartars o St. Petersburg, from e tic Sea aually overe tire    of Europe. And Lord Asriel , ion to Lapland…

        “Pan,” she whispered.

        “Yes?”

        “Do you therell be a war?”
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