In t follo every as if ser kne many people, and t in all kinds of different places: in t be a meeting of geograp tistitute, and Lyra    by and listen; and ter mig a politi or a cleric for luaurant, and take asparagus or breads tasted like.

        And ternoon t be more ser erproof boots to buy, as ruments t delig. After t t go to tea a some ladies, as er if not so beautiful or aplisian boat mots as almost to be a ies suctily for te talk, ist, or t politi, or those lovers.

        And o ter, and again ts of glamorous people to talk to and be admired by, for it seemed t Mrs. Coulter k in London.

        In tervals betivities Mrs. Coulter eacs of geograpics. Lyras kno, like a map of ten by mice, for at Jordan tauged o catcruue for a sullen il s” to turn up, to t eac great lengt t of    researcever t o be. It oms and elementary particles, and anbaromagic cal forces and ots and pieces of experimental t not tem. In fact, s revolved around t the joke.

        o s shings, and when Mrs.

        Coulter ellirons, sly, “Yes, tively cicles. Sort of like Dust, except t Dust isnt charged.”

        As soon as s, Mrs. Coulters daemon snapped o look at tle body stood up, bristling, as if it er laid a hand on his back.

        “Dust?” she said.

        “Yea Dust.”

        “ do you kno Dust, Lyra?”

        “O it es out of space, and it lig of camera to see it by. Except not c doesnt affect children.”

        “ from?”

        By no tension in talaimon    ermine-like onto rembling violently.

        “Just someone in Jordan,” Lyra said vaguely. “I fet he Scholars.”

        “as it in one of your lessons?”

        “Yes, it mig mig in passing. Yes. I t . talking to t Dust and I    passing and it sounded iing so I couldnt opping to listen. ts    was.”

        “I see,” said Mrs. Coulter.

        “Is it rig old me? Did I get it wrong?”

        “ell, I dont kno back to trons....”

        Later, Pantalaimon said, “You know wood up on her daemon?

        ell, I    see. It ime till    do o leap at you.”

        t range, no doubt; but o make of it.

        And finally, tly and subtly given t t feel like lessons at all. o    on lipstick, po. to be sure, Mrs. Coulter dider arts directly, but scook care to let Lyra see ics, and to allory t for herself.

        * * * time passed, and autumn began to co er. From time to time Lyra t of Jordan College, but it seemed small and quiet pared to ten s er, too, a uneasy, but to go to, or a neo istitute to visit, and t him again.

        er decided to ail party. Lyra    to celebrate, ter never said    e.

        “e must    afford to leave , t eful old snob. Lord Boreal is in to e Erik Andersson? I s about time to take him up....”

        Erik Andersso fas “take , but sifully e dgested, spelling trociously and t    ter all.

        to bed, Pantalaimon whe pillow:

        “So to keep us o run away?”

        “S dont like s hard luck.

        I like ea and all t if s going to take us north?”

        “to stop you getting impatient, ts    to stand around at tail party being all s and pretty. S making a pet out of you.”

        Lyra turned    alaimon said rue.

        Se life,    le in the al.

        t kept e and atteo Mrs. Coulter    tantalizing    Lord Asriel. Perer    married and adopt Lyra, and go and rescue Roger from the Gobblers.

        On ternoon of tail party, Mrs. Coulter took Lyra to a fasiff dark blond ened and le makeup to o so do it. t to collect ter o buy some pate ime to go back to t and c dressed.

        “Not ter as Lyra came out of tiness.

        Lyra aken to tle o keep ter close at er, loosening to a vase, sa Lyra    moving and glanced pointedly at the door.

        “Oer, I do love this bag!”

        “Not indoors, Lyra. It looks absurd to be carrying a sake it off at once, and e and hese glasses....”

        It    so mue as t made Lyra resist stubbornly. Pantalaimoantly became a polecat, arc tle his, Lyra said:

        “But it    be in ts t really suits—”

        S finisence, because Mrs. Coulters daemon sprang off talaimon to t before    in alarm, and talaimo, so loosen tered    and s loalaimons ears in eo tear it off. Not angrily, eit    o feel.

        Lyra sobbed in terror.

        “Dont! Please! Stop ing us!”

        Mrs. Coulter looked up from her flowers.

        “Do as I tell you, then,” she said.

        “I promise!”

        tepped aalaimon as if he were suddenly bored.

        Pantalaimoo Lyra at once, and so o kiss ale.

        “Noer.

        Lyra turned ly and slammed into    no sooner    be opened again. Mrs. Coulter anding t or two away.

        “Lyra, if you beation,    bag tant. trol t unpleasant fro. No guests es, and to find you perfectly be, c, attentive, deligicularly and me?”

        “Yes, Mrs. Coulter.”

        “then kiss me.”

        S a little and offered o stand on tiptoe to kiss it.

        Siced     perplexing smell of Mrs. Coulters flesed, but someallic. Sable before folloer back to the drawing room.

        “ do you ter as sly as if not go    you ucerers brought enough ice? Be a dear and go and ask. arm drinks are horrid...”

        Lyra found it e easy to pretend to be liged and calaimons disgust, and of red for tly tinguisly and making pretty ans, and t t to alaimon stretched his goldfinch wings and chirruped loudly.

        S , and became a little more retiring.

        “And te.

        “I dont go to scold her.

        “Really? I t your mot you to her old school. A very good place...”

        Lyra ified until sake.

        “O my mot ant,” santly.

        “I see. And who are your people?”

        Again Lyra o wonder w s before replying.

        “t and tess,” sical act in th.”

        “?”

        “t Belacqua. her.”

        t macaation from one foot to anoto froy, so Lyra smiled sly and moved on.

        S a group of men and one young . Sy noo uand ed by tion of Dust, and so listen. to be Sing took o be a student of some kind.

        “It e—stop me if you kno ion, “a man called Rusakov, and ticles after him.

        Elementary particles t dont i in any o detect, but traordinary t to be attracted to human beings.”

        “Really?” said the young woman, wide-eyed.

        “And even more extraordinary,”    on, “some hers.

        Adults attract it, but not c least, not mutil adolesce. In fact, ts to tting ially on her shoulder.

        “—ts tion Board    up. As ood ess ell you.”

        “Really? Is sion Board?”

        “My dear, sion Board. Its entirely —”

        t to tell    sigared back at tle too muco drink, or pero impress the young woman, for he said:

        “ttle lady kno it, Ill be bound. Youre safe from tion Board, arent you, my dear?”
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