Jo trollesund, t of Lapland. t to t least trality, it o rescue tive children.

        o Lyra and Farder    t day,    te streams of foam as t on t and movement, s little siess at all; and no Pantalaimon s of being a seagull and tormy petrel and skimming tops, Lyra oo absorbed by o wallow in landlubberly misery.

        Jo in tern of talking about o do .

        “Noc mistaken, tion there.”

        “ts rig y years back, but ts noto a any times t.”

        “    tion about, Farder ?” said Adam Stefanski, ting troop.

        “I saved a c of t red bird like to not out to find o dro    t bird do fell into a bog, to my regret, for it tern, and flame-red.”

        “Aured by Farder s story.

        “Now, w ,”    on, “I    grim s young woman had no daemon.”

        It . tled or salaimo into Lyras arms, ts beating together.

        “At least,” Farder    said, “ts    seemed. Being as s of ted scly like a young tier t, but not seeing t daemon gave me a urn.”

        “Ent t daemons tcher man, Michael zona.

        “t,” said Adam Stefanski. “ime, and Farder    never saw him.”

        “No, youre    all. tco separate ty sig c beeing above an    s my belief, tted to t t red bird I s c. Lord! t made me s of t. Id ayed my aken any measures on sea or land; but t was.

        Any Id saved oken of it, and said I o call on    ions, too....I    seen    day to t shell remember.”

        “And does s trollesund, tch?”

        “No, no. ts and on tundra, not in a seaport among men and    t o    about t.”

        Lyra o kno tc turalk to tter of fuel and stores, and presently sient to see t of toance of an able seaman by flig at en at breakfast. out and placid man, and urn, t friends.    t o do prevented you from feeling seasick, and t even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it ion, and later on ss on     in a seamanlike ow”

        instead of “tidy” for the process of doing so.

        After t sea, Lyra decided t to t-erms ain Rokeby let o a e by pulling team ern o i.

        All time teaming nreores    do s at Jordan and avoided instru from Mrs. Lonsdale. togeterproof bag for ter t s, in case s safely in place so ter as tinging spray broke over till felt seasick occasionally, especially s of t alaimons job to distract    by skimming tormy petrel; because ser, and fet ime to time ried being a fiso their surprise and pleasure.

        Lyra stood s as alaimon, sleek and pray so stay close to t so speed as far and as fast as ion. S for     simple pleasure, for t too. Suppose    would shen?

        ed tco look out at ttle girls daemon skimming and leaping ucked under an.    Lyra was feeling.

        “I remember    to sea, my Belisaria    settled on one form, I    young, and stle like t. t vessel led as a dolper.    navigator you ever k     it. e ill    sea.”

        “o settle?” Lyra said. “I    Pantalaimon to be able to ge forever. So does he.”

        “Atled, and ts part of growing up.

        time    a settled kind of form for him.”

        “I never will!”

        “O to groions for a settled form.”

        “ are they?”

        “Knoake old Belisaria. S means Im a kind of seagull too. Im not grand and splendid nor beautiful, but Im a toug of food and pany. ts    is. And    of person you are.”

        “But suppose your daemoles in a s like?”

        “ell, tented, ent you? ty of folk asd like to ill to be satisfied    to be fretful about it. aste of feeling, t is.”

        But it dido Lyra t she would ever grow up.

        One m t smell in to side instead of te after s trange siger all t er, for t sea a fe as if tly aain rose, green flanked and soory spire, es in t mixed    came land smells too: pine resin a    mig h.

        Seals frisked around ter before sinking back    a splas lifted spray off te-capped rously cold, and searc every gap in Lyras    oo cold to stay outside for long    o do, even to c beloo eat    pe and look the saloon.

        Ier    ter Lyra began to feel unsteady from tion. Salaimon avidly cohe quayside.

        During t o a quiet background rumble, voices sed orders or queries, ropes ches opened.

        “e on, Lyra,” said Farder . “Is everything packed?”

        Lyras possessions, suco do o the shopping bag, and she was ready.

        t to visit tc didnt take long to find it; ttle toered around tory and tced    jangled loudly in t street.

        A servant so a little parlor and brougly to greet t man , le serpent, tense and brilliant green as c    sure co look like.

        “how    I help you, Farder ?” he said.

        “In t, Im anxious to get in toue years ago, in try of Eastern Anglia. her name is Serafina Pekkala.”

        Dr. Lanselius made a note h a silver pencil.

        “ing h her?” he said.

        “Must be forty years. But I think she would remember.”

        “And he sed way in which you seek my help?”

        “Im representing a number of gyptian families o believe tion capturing to to know whis a going on.”

        Dr. Lanselius sipped his coffee blandly.

        “Its not impossible t notice of some sucivity might have e our way,”

        ioly cordial. It    for me to justify disturbing them.”

        Farder    nodded as if ood very well.

        “to be sure,”     be necessary for me to ask you if I could get tion any ot c.”

        Nod respect. t, and s tco a decision.

        “Very rue, and youll realize t your name is not unknoo us, Farder . Serafina Pekkala is queen of a , it is of course uood t tion is not reachrough me.”

        “Quite so.”

        “ell, in toion called tion pany, o be sear Board of London. tion, I o knos children.

        t generally knoo is not officially a. t remain aken some distanland.”

        “Do you know where, Dr. Lanselius?”

        “No. I ell you if I did.”

        “And do you knohere?”

        For t time, Dr. Lanselius gla Lyra. Solidly back. ttle green serpent daemon raised ongue-flickeringly in his ear.

        tadt process in e ter. I t in order to avoid calling s proper name. I ercision, but    refers to I could not say.”

        “And are to t?” said Farder .

        roking    alert i sopped purring.

        “No, I t,” said Dr. Lanselius. “A group of about t terday.”

        “A as t? t gives us a bit of ravel, Dr. Lanselius?”

        “By sledge.”

        “And you ?”

        “Very little. It is not a subject erested in.”

        “Quite so. Noions very fairly, sir, and    one more. If you ion ches?”

        For t time Dr. Lanselius smiled.

        “I he services of an armored bear,” he said.

        Lyra sat up, a Pantalaimons    leap in her hands.

        “I uood to be in tion Board,”

        said Farder    in surprise. “I mean, tever themselves.”

        “t least o treet.    t, but sucemper and t mig last for long.”

        “Is hen?”

        “It seems so.    I old you. Noo employ an armored bear, even if it e this.”

        Lyra could    still. Farder , iquette for meetings sucook anote. e it, Dr. Lanselius turo Lyra.

        “I uand t you are in possession of aer,” o    surprise; for ?

        “Yes,” sed by a nip from Pantalaimon, added, “ould you like to look at it?”

        “I s very much.”
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