No Lyra ask in mind, s mucter. er    Pantalaimon    a pretty pet. On tian boat, to do, and Ma Costa made sure s. S, satoes and made tea, s bearings, s trap clear over tes, sied t up at m posts, and    ian.

        s notice    tas    every sed for unusual signs of i in Lyra from terside people. If s realized it, sant, and Mrs. Coulter and tion Board o be seary    tories    any explanation, t t in itself     being looked fyptians and land folk alike ting jumpy and nervous.

        And tas i in Lyra; but s to learn t for a fe.

        So took to keeping tage or a al basin, or anyo came along terions. tas o t, t partmewo    unsuccessfully.

        “ ter rue t Pantalaimon    time happily asleep by Lyras head.

        Slos aours, tas boat dre    fringe of it mingled indistinguisidal is of tinguiss of ttled tc parts ed or settled at all, and in t tral regions, ed careless travelers to tian people    safe to muster.

        And noercourses, gyptian boats os, tcly    ing    d, and .

        ians called a byanroping—a summons or muster of families—so many boats filled ter you could io ians ruled in ter, and    traded fairly, turned a blio t smuggling and tian body floated as, ot snagged in a fis,    ian.

        Lyra listeo tales of t g dog Black Sco tian even before to ian one, plete ind hings.

        “You ent gyptian, Lyra. You migian ice, but to us tian language. trong currents. ere er people all t, youre a fire person.    youre most like is marss tian sc cive, ts w you are, c.

        “I ent never deceived anyone! You ask...” to ask, of course, and Ma Costa laug kindly.

        “t you see Im a paying you a pliment, you gosling?” s uand.

        s it    to set in a splas t, like tered buildings around; to till air, and from ts all around came t.

        tied up close to tself, at a m tony said ions. Presently Ma Costa    eels tering and ttle on for potato powder.

        tony and Kerim oiled t on t leats and blue spotted o greet some old friends in ts and drink a glass or t bar. tant news.

        “e got    in time. t. And to tian boat, and so appear tonig the Roping!”

        ered tempered, as if tside    aement groer into t pocket, and jumping aso the Zaal.

        S tony    sian t, for many people stared, and ced, and by time t doors of to stare and give them room.

        And to feel truly nervous. S close to Ma Costa, and Pantalaimon became as big as ook o reassure a trudged up teps as if notop ony and Kerim her side like princes.

        t by naply enoug left ty rafters le to find room on t families squeezed up to make space, c or perc of the rough wooden walls.

        At t of tform    carved . As Lyra and tas found space to stand along t men appeared from t tform and stood in front of tement s over to spaces on t bench.

        Finally tform sat down.

        ties, but tall and bull necked and poiao mark    but trengty : Uncle Asriel , and so did ter of Jordan.

        ters raven.

        “ts Jyptians,” tony whispered.

        Joo speak, in a deep sloians! ele to the Roping.

        eve e to listen and e to decide. You all knoaking them.

        to be sure, landlopers are losing coo. e his.

        “Noalk about a cruto stop all gossip. t by to to stay. Aempted by tter find a plaeiter. e ent giving her up.”

        Lyra felt a bluss of o t; Pantalaimon became a br to t Ma Costa for reassurance.

        But John Faa eaking again:

        “talk all    c. e must act if    to gs.

        for you: taking to a to kno. e dont know.

        “    t . ts going on and t whey .

        “So    easy. And I need yreement. Im proposing t     old into t and ce er. Yes, Raymond va?”

        A man in t doo let him speak.

        “Beg pardon, Lord Faa. tiaaken captive. Are you saying we shem as well?”

        Joood up to answer.

        “Raymond, are you saying o a little group o some of t to t t to stay? No, youre a better man t. ell, do I have your approval, my friends?”

        tion caugs ation; but ted roar filled ts sed clamor. ters of ttle s drifted down.

        Jo tinue for a minute, and then raised his hand for silence again.

        “take a    to raise a tax and muster a levy. ell meet again ime. Ialk ioned before, and o put before you w. Goodnigo ye all.”

        presenove out of t doors into to go to ts or to ttle settlement, Lyra said to Ma Costa:

        “form?”

        “ther man is Farder .”

        It o see    oick, and all time ting berembling as if h an ague.

        “e on,” said tony. “Id best take you up to pay your respects to John Faa.

        You call    kno mind you tell truth.”

        Pantalaimon    curiously on Lyras s, as sony to tform.

        ed    everyoill in taring at ated. Pantalaimon darted to    and became a , sitting up in ly as he looked around.

        Lyra felt a pusepped foro Joern and massive and expressionless, more like a pillar of rock t ooped and    o s    nearly vanished.

        “ele, Lyra,” he said.

        Close to, s self. S for Pantalaimon, and t t Joony expression tle. reating ly.

        “thank you, Lord Faa,” she said.

        “Noalk,” said Joas?”

        “Oh, yes. e had eels for supper.”

        “Proper fen eels, I expect.”

        table place able darkly polis wwelve chairs were drawn up.

        tform    till o a seat at table.

        “No ,” Joo Lyra, and took t table e Farder . Stle friginual trembling. iful autumn-colored cat, massive in size, able ail and elegantly ied Pantalaimon, toug on Farder s lap, ly.

        A iced came out of tray of glasses, set it do. Jotle glasses of jenniver from a stone crock for himself and Farder , and wine for Lyra.

        “So,” John Faa said. “You run away, Lyra.”

        “Yes.”

        “And whe lady you run away from?”

        “Ser. And I t s I found out s tion Board, and s, it    o make me    kids for em. But they never knew...”

        “t?”

        “ell, first t I kneca, and a girl out t in Oxford. And anot, Lord Asriel. 1 alking about o t re    anyto do er and t, I iring Room    tell t ion up nort    back tanislaus Grumman, artars    him locked up somewhere.

        t to rescue him.”

        Subborn as s t t    , riced expression t trembled across    chasing shadows on a windy March day, John Faas smile was slow, warm, plain, and kindly.

        “You better tell us , mind. tell us everything.”

        Lyra did, more sloold tas but more ly, too. S s afraid of ime. ones in it as there were colors in his daemons fur.

        “t,”    anything else, Lyra?”

        “No. Just Dust. Mrs. Coulter told me    ary particles, but ts all s.”

        “And t by doing someto c more about it?”

        “Yes. But I dont kno my u to tell you. ern slides, ther one he had.

        It he Roarer—”

        “t?” said John Faa.
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