Sly in t package.

        and    up    care, gazing at t a rare manuscript.

        “e!”    it    so fine as the books of readings?”

        “No,” Lyra began, but before she could say any more, Farder    eaking.

        “No, t pity is t alter itself, t    as mucery as ture. And t book of readings I kno. Jo heidelberg.”

        Lyra could see    Dr. Lanselius to kno s, ion of Dr. Lanseliuss daemon, and s o it o pretend.

        So sually, I    read it,” speaking o Dr. Lanselius and o Farder , and it he sul who responded.

        “t is his one?”

        “ter of Jordan College in ave it to me,” she said. “Dr.

        Lanselius, do you know whem?”

        “tinate in ty ue,” said ted t aleter ly trying to discover a s, acc ty. eo make a device t o to t    ted o somet it was.”

        “And he symbols from?”

        “Oeentury. Symbols and emblems were everywhere.

        Buildings and pictures o be read like books. Everytood for somet diary, you could read Nature itself.

        It o interpret kno came from a mysterious source. But, you kno been used seriously for turies or so.”

        rument back to Lyra, and added:

        “May I ask a question? it t?”

        “I just make my mind go clear and ts sort of like looking doo er. You got to let your eyes find t level, because ts ts in focus. Somet,” she said.

        “I ?” he said.

        Lyra looked at Farder , ing to say yes but ing for his approval.

        the old man nodded.

        “ shall I ask?” said Lyra.

        “ are tentions of tartars o Kamcka?”

        t    uro t Asia, artars; to tka, , ivity, ention. t still, letting oget at orembled on t, to ted pattern t Lyras eyes follo ation, but wo men.

        ed ts several times, Lyra looked up. Srance.

        “to pretend to attack it, but t really going to, because its too far aoo stretc,” she said.

        “ould you tell me ?”

        “ts deep-do of like being playful,” ss teent stopped fifteen times and it just got clear at t level but end to go to    not be serious. And t means difficult—itd be too o attack it, and tretc as tight as an anchor rope.

        I just see it all like t, you see.”

        Dr. Lanselius nodded.

        “Remarkable,” eful. I s fet t.”

        trangely at Farder , and back at Lyra.

        “Could I ask you for one more demonstration?”    of ty or more sprays of cloud-pine .

        Could you tell which is hers?”

        “Yeao sook ter and . So see cloud-pine, because tc for flying, and shed never seen any before.

        tood by tcalaimon boung beside o stand in front of ting ter. After a feingly picked out one of t up.

        Dr. Lanselius nodded.

        Lyra, intrigued and eager to fly,    above    in trying to be a ed to Farder    and said: “Do you realize whis child is?”

        “Ser of Lord Asriel,” said Farder .

        “And er, of tion Board.”

        “And apart from t?”

        tian o s know any more.

        But srange i creature, and I    o read t instrument I couldnt guess, but I believe alks of it.    do you kno her?”

        “tcalked about turies past,” said the sul.

        “Because to tal o time, in t destiny t    only be fulfilled else far beyond. it tches say.

        But s fulfill tiny in ignorance of , Farder ?”

        “No,” said Farder , “Im uo say t I do.”

        “ it means is t s be free to make mistakes. e must    s, but    guide o his child before I die.”

        “But    particular c did you mean about t a loss to uand you, Dr. Lanselius, for all t I judge youre an    man....”

        But before ttle branch of pine.

        “tested em all, and t, Im sure. But it    fly for me.”

        t is remarkable. You are lucky to rument like t, and I o give you someto take ah you....”

        ook twig for her.

        “Did shis?” Lyra said.

        “Yes, s tc. I t give you all of it, because I    to tact    ter it.”

        “Yes, I will,” shank you.”

        And sucked it into er. Farder    touc a longing. to too.

        “I ood on ep in to ctle street.

        “ tartars before I did,” Lyra told Farder .

        “ter told me, but I never said. It he crucible.”

        “I expect esting you, c you do be polite, being as    be sure ip about t know herwise.”

        to t, old t ty at six, but to be quick, because    straigo they gave him drink.

        took Lyra to t outfitters in to s forms    liners of reindeer calf skin, and silk gloves to go inside big fur mittens. ts and mittens    is extra tougs oug lighter.

        Finally t a erproof cape t enveloped ely, made of semitransparent seal iine.

        it on, and a silk muffler around ably    to muchis.

        Joo    tco learn of the bear.

        “ell go to o sucure, Farder ?”

        “Yes, I    ooo, t by myself, t be ready to treat , Ive no doubt, and be surly and difficult to manage; but    have him.”

        “O. And c migo reac it ake too long to    for a reply.” “A me tell you ieo tell t a prospector on try of texas, and things.

        tion o join     Amsterdam, so randed.

        “t o sign up h us.

        Seems to me ruck lucky a ing here.”

        “Luckier still if hing could damp John Faas pleasure in being on campaign once more.

        After darkness ores and equipment ood in ing on terfront and looked for Einarssons Bar. t easily enouge sion-frosted windows.

        A pitted alley beside it led to a s-metal gate into a rear yard,    a     black eyes, and an immensity of dirty matted yellowis gnawed, .

        Farder    stood by te and called:

        “lorek Byrnison!”

        topped eating. As far as tell,    tly, but it o read any expression on his face.

        “lorek Byrnison,” said Farder    again. “May I speak to you?”

        Lyras    o ess, danger, brutal po a porolled by intelligence; and not a elligene s meat    a profound admiration and pity for ture.

        and slumped on all fours to te.

        te or more o sy o remind te    .

        “ell? ho are you?”

        seemed to s came from    overp.

        “Im Farder , from tian people of Eastern Anglia. And ttle girl is Lyra Belacqua.”

        “ do you ?”

        “e    to offer you employment, lorek Byrnison.”

        “I am employed.”

        t ey expressive tones in    .

        “ do you do at t?” Farder    asked.

        “I mend broken macicles of iron. I lift s.”

        “ kind of    for a panserbjorn?”

        “Paid work.”

        Betle    doo peer at them.

        “?” he said.

        “Strangers,” said the bear.

        tender looked as if o ask somet toed it to ang of ts t splas.

        After simes, t turned back to gna then he spoke again.

        “ work are you ?”

        “Figy,” said Farder . “ere moving nortil    them back.”

        “And w will you pay?”

        “I dont knoo offer you, lorek Byrnison. If gold is desirable to you, we have gold.”

        “No good.”

        “ do t t?”

        “My keep    and spirits.”

        Silence from ted to s like er.

        “Five me for asking, lorek Byrnison,” said Farder , “but you could live a free proud life on ting seals and o    prizes.    ties you to trollesund and Einarssons Bar?”

        Lyra felt    a question like t, ,    creature beyond reason, and s Farder s ce in asking it. lorek Byrnison put doe to peer at t flinch.

        “I knoters,” t toerday to go nortell you about tend not to see, because tters bring money and business. No like tters, so I sely. I stay s because took my armor a t, I     seals but I t go to os a me drink till I ook my armor aear dooo get it back. If you    my service, t me back my armor. Do t, and I sil I am dead or until you ory. t it back, and ts again.”
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