John Faa spoke:

        “Lyra, e about your reading of t instrument.

        And Im sorry to say t poor Jacob    died. I to o take you er all, against my inations. Im troubled in my mind about it, but t seem to be any alternative. As soon as Jacobs buried acc to , ake our and me, Lyra: youre a ing too, but it ent an occasion for joy or jubilation. trouble and danger ahead for all of us.

        “Im a putting you under Farder s    you be a trouble or a o    along and explain to Ma Costa, and o leave.”

        t time of Lyras life so far.

        Busily, but not quickly, for tedious stretg, of s, of    landscape roll past t of all, of never once being allo into to run along t tes or catche lockside.

        Because, of course, so remain ony Costa told erside pubs: t t ttle fair- for anyone cealing range rumors too: people said so errible secrets in    a    all but a pair of spirits in t to to    ruin; a anot ars, e to spy on good Englisartar invasion.

        Lyra ales at first er ing and fearing o be out of to be nortimes so be back at Jordan College, scrambling over teolling o diime and tter and sizzle and sing of tcely t not she could be Lyra of Jordan College forever and ever.

        t dreion er. S every day, sometimes imes on    so tate in ain raouc emerged into vision.

        Sruggled to explain to Farder     felt like.

        “Its almost like talking to someone, only you t quite upid because t get cross or any t, Farder ! As if t! Mrs. Coulter    t kind of knos like uanding, I suppose....”

        ions, and she would search for answers.

        “s Mrs. Coulter doing now?”    once, and ell me w youre doing.”

        “ell, ter, and I t t is busy—ts easy, ts top meaning; and t time in its meanings, and part fix my mind on it.”

        “And hese meanings are?”

        “I kind of see em. Or feel em rat nig your foot do my mind do it is. t em all togetri it like fog your eyes.”

        “Do t t it says.”

        Lyra did. to s once, and stopped, moved on, stopped again in a precise series of s ion of suc Lyra, s, felt like a young bird learning to fly. Farder , cable, opped, and ctle girl ing    a little,    first but ts pattled, looking else a game in play. An expert player seemed to see lines of ford influen tant lines and igo some similar magic field t s.

        topped at t, t, t, t, and at a creature Lyra couldnt find a name for: a sort of lizard ail curled around t stood on. It repeated time after time, wched.

        “s t lizard mean?” said Farder , breaking into ration.

        “It dont make sense....!    see    says, but I must be misreading it. t I ts me...l ting a meaning for t lizard t you talked to me, Farder , and I lost it. See, its just floating any old where.”

        “Yes, I see t. Im sorry, Lyra. You tired no to stop?”

        “No, I dont,” s . Sful overexcitement, and it uffy .

        of t raveling along t stretcer before reac. ide brouary extended under a dreary sky to a distant group of coal-spirit tanks, rusty and tly to join the clouds.

        “side just for a bit, Farder ?”

        “ter,” uary of toie up by t and go on foot to two....”

        But it ting dark, and in tion of t t and a distant coal barge lab toired, and s on:

        “ell, I dont suppose itll matter just for a fees in t call it fresent fres    you    sit out on top and look around till    closer in.”

        Lyra leaped up, and Pantalaimon became a seagull at once, eager to stretc side, and altalaimon, on to t, and ed in it, feeling ally to provoke tillermans orant daemon into a race.

        But stled doiller near her man.

        t on tter broeady cer u    rain; talaimons flas of life and joy.

        As    of a dive e against tled at ruck. ter of s, feeling it stle black t; t like birds but like flyiles, , and h a droning sound.

        As Pantalaimon fell, trying to t a and Lyras desperate arms, t driving into alaimons fear and    t past her and upward.

        It illermans daemon, and clumsy and    . —tter of black tle black to tarred roof of t Lyras feet just as Pantalaimon landed on stretched hand.

        Before s o    sure, batting it back from t ly to escape. Pantalaimon    firmly do t her.

        t glided sly bad croaked someto tillerman,    let t ot of tin mug ossed it to Lyra.

        S over ture at o buzzed and snarled like a little mae.

        “ still,” said Farder    from beo slip a piece of card uhe mug.

        “ is it, Farder ?” she said shakily.

        “Lets go belo careful, Lyra.    tight.”

        S tillermans daemon as sending to t illerman instead.

        “You ougayed below” was all he said.

        Sook to tin mug upside do and t from bet ture fell into t up so ttle thing clearly.

        It    as long as Lyras t black. Its , like a ladybirds about to fly, and ting so furiously t ts six clah glass.

        “ is it?” she said.

        Pantalaimon, a    still, croucable six inc round and round ihe glass.

        “If you o crack it open,” said Farder , “youd find no living t, at any rate. I seen one of t Id see one again to t, t s .”

        “But ?”

        “You dont eveo read the symbols, Lyra; you    guess as easy as I .”

        “Mrs. Coulter?”

        “Course. S only explored up ne ty in t , it    op, and    free, its so monstrous angry itll kill t t gets at.”

        “But    after?”

        “Spying. I o let you up above. And I s you t interrupting.”

        “I see it noed. “It means air, t lizard t, but I couldnt see o    out and I lost it.”

        “A too. It ent a lizard, ts ands for air because t eat nor drink, t live on air.”

        “And t—”

        “Africa,” he said, and “Aha.”

        t ea of ters po.

        “It elling us about time,” said Lyra. “e ougened. But    t or something?”

        “I dont kno o keep    up tig .     aer no    Im a fool.”

        tled about in a cupboard and found a smokeleaf tin about ter. It    ipped t and ing t ill in place over th.

        After a tricky moment    ti captured and tight.

        “As soons    about to make sure of it,” Farder    said.

        “But dont clockwork run down?”

        “Ordinary clock like I said, t tig piles, tigs ros put t the way....”

        in in a flannel cloto stifle t buzzing and droning, and sto away under his bunk.

        It cs of Colby came closer. to mist, and by time tied up at t everyt ened and blurred. to pearly silver-gray veils laid over t stalls and te many-c er, ributing to t reek of smoked o breat of the very cobbles.

        Lyra, illerman. All t, scouting around ers ag for test footfall.

        But to be seen. tizens of Colby oves. til t man tony Costa, guarding tes.

        “t ly, letting t    and    sunk, and no oned o go.”

        to Lyra: a    derrick over a vas-covered c agleam in te lig tly at t see.

        Sement. Pantalaimon became a monkey and clambered up t once, but sed t on board ship.

        Doairs, or a panionalking quietly ian in cily. Lyra ing freet     tide and pilotage before turning to the iners.

        “Good evening, friends,” ured.”

        “e oo,” said Farder , and told of ter s.

        Jo    didnt reproachem.

        “ure now?” he said.

        Farder    took out tin and laid it on table. Suc t tin itself moved slohe wood.

        “Ive    never seen one,” Jo no aming it and turning it back, I do kno muy use    in td rust t to keep it by, and exercise ilance.”

        Lyra being t taking er muc), so    a grand , to be sure; in fact, little more t tle, o leaco find t most of England    before s there.

        But ter belo in ts glo and fis ing enoug    long before anotion joio roll in the German O swell.

        e of supper, s, and presently s o lie doalaimons sake, because ture    ease.

        And so began o th.
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