Lord Asriel didnt ans first. Lyra al clips and a o a vessel, and t t last long. After a moment or two Lyra :

        cries of ests, voices raised in anger and fear.

        “But w—”

        “—hardly human—”

        “—its been—”

        “—?”

        ters voice cut them all.

        “Lord Asriel, here?”

        “tanislaus Grumman,” said Lord Asriels voice.

        Over tumble to t, making inco sounds of distress. S they were seeing.

        Lord Asriel said, “I foued in tice teristic scalping pattern. I t be familiar , Sub-Rector.”

        teady as artars do this.

        Its a tegusk. From t spread into tand t it is no more closely, Lord Asriel?”

        After a s silence he spoke again.

        “My eyes are not very clear, and ty, but it seems to me t top of t?”

        “You are.”

        “trepanning?”

        “Exactly.”

        t caused a murmur of excitement. ter moved out of tor, in t tern, : a bloody lump barely reizable as a human head.

        Pantalaimon fluttered around Lyra, ress affeg her.

        “en.”

        “Dr. Grumman was once a Scly.

        "to fall into tartars—" "But t far nort; "t rated furt; "Did I    near Svalbard?" said the Dean.

        "ts rig; "Are o uand t to do ; Lyra didnt reize t    clearly the Scholars did.

        "Impossible," said ton Sc;t manner." "t kno; said tions o tic regions. "It    surprise me at all to learn t aken to scalping people in tartar fas; Lyra looked again at cter of sardonic amusement, and saying nothing.

        "; said someone. "t; said t;Yes, ts rigs; tricked o tand; but a poe of ations— of imported marble—setting up ; "For w; said someone else, and every-one laughed.

        But t on: "For all t, I tell you t lofur Raknison o Grumman. At time, tered into bee differently, if t; "And you kno; said the Dean sneeringly.

        "Indeed I do. Do you knos a daemon! Find a o give ; tily.

        Lyra ;    all. Besides, sient to    scalping and ts and t mysterious Dust. But sed, for Lord Asriel ures, and talk soon turned into a College    o fit out anotion. Bad forts ranged, and Lyra felt    asleep, alaimon curled around e sleeping form as an ermine.

        Sart when someone shook her shoulder.

        "Quiet," said    t. "t till some servants around.

        Go to your bedroom noake care t you say not t; "Did te to give you t; she said sleepily.

        "Yes." "s Dust?" sruggling to stand up after having been cramped for so long.

        "Noto do ; "It is to do ; s;If you ed me to be a spy in t to tell me .    I see t; Pantalaimons led: s it tig ly.

        “Dont be disgusting,” o pack his slides and spe box.

        “Did you cer?”

        “Yes, and hing else.”

        “Good. But Ive scotcold and go to bed.”

        “But where are you going?”

        “Back to ten minutes.”

        “ I e?”

        opped ime. urarated gaze of bot she gazed back fiercely.

        “Your place is here,” said her uncle finally.

        “But o t to see ts and bears and icebergs and everyt to kno Dust. And t city in t another world?”

        “Youre not ing, c it out of your imes are too dangerous.

        Do as youre told and go to bed, and if youre a good girl, Ill bring you back a usk . Dont argue anymore or I shall be angry.”

        And    made Lyra suddenly a o eeting in .

        S ook no notice; it en    a    ig and    to bed.

        * * * ter and t , after a difficult episode, to take a glass of brantrolled to ters lodging aled in udy ains drao t    happened.

        “Do you really believe    the Librarian.

        “Of course    er himself. Of course he did.”

        “Five me, Master, but I t    the idea of...”

        “Of poisoning him?”

        “Yes. Of murder.”

        “ t idea,     doing it. ell, some providence ervened, and it    .”

        “No, no,” protested t I wisold me more.

        ter    for a    from anyt to keep her safe as long as possible.”

        “Is Lord Asriels business anyto do iative of torial Court of Discipli-do-t: tion Board?”

        “Lord Asriel—no, no. Quite tion Board isirely anso torial Court, eits a semiprivate initiative; its being run by someone remble.”

        t in urn. Ever since Pope Jo of to Geneva a up torial Court of Discipli of life e. tself er Calviangle of courts, colleges, and cils, collectively knoerium, s place. t aled; sometimes a bitter rivalry gre of tury, t po years torial Court of Discipline aken its place as t active and t feared of all the Churchs bodies.

        But it    ageo groe of anot of terium, and tion Board,    kno, but    ely uood ters ay.

        “tioned a name,” er a minute or so.

        “Barnard-Stokes?    is tokes business?”

        “As not our field, d it, teac toucual —renegade tulated tence of numerous ot material and sinful. t invisible and unreachable.

        turally disapproved of tokes were silenced.

        “But unfortunately for terium to be sound matical arguments for t ton Scells me t they are sound.”

        “And noure of one of to go and look for it. I see.”

        “Quite. Itll seem to tion Board, and to its poectors, t Jordan College is a bed of support for orial Court and tion Board, Co keep a balance; and meanen er s s to protect .”

        “But , fods sake? ter again?”

        “Yes. Lyra    to play in all t s do it all    realizing le longer. I    I o explain it to her...”

        “S listen,” too ry to tell en for five minutes and tart fidgeting. Quiz    it ime and sely fotten.”

        “If I talked to    Dust? You doo t?”

        to indicate    t was.

        “a a less child?”

        “Because of    of t includes a great betrayal....”

        “o betray her?”

        “No, no, ts t trayer, and terrible. Snt kno, of course, but t to kno t. And you mig ake an i in it, if it    miger on. It ainly o be less anxious about her.”

        “ts ty of to be anxious on bey of to s ty of the old.”

        t for a    e, and they were old and anxious.
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