Possibly tartar officer in cigation? I merely mention t as a possibility. artars during t?”

        “Yes, iculous records.”

        “Im sure youre doing your very best,” s pity. But enoug for noell me about tor.”

        Lyra felt a this could mean.

        “Aor, relieved to find tion turning to anot, “t model irely overe tient dying of s    no end.”

        “t better by    spoke.

        “turies of practice,” said ther man.

        “But simply tearing ion for some time,” said tressing t o t operators. If you remember, ress-related ay. But t big breaktadt anbaric scalpel. e o reduce deative so belo.”

        “And trument?” said Mrs. Coulter.

        Lyra rembling. talaimon — let t—”

        “Yes, it o t an alloy of manganese and titanium y of insulating body from daemon. By t is h Lord Asriel?”

        “Per er. “Lord Asriel is under suspended sentence of deations of    irely. Unfortunately, o obtain books and materials, and ical iigations to t ively dangerous to let    any rate, it seems t ti cil o debate tion of tence of deaty is t itll be carried out. But your nerument, Doctor.

        work?”

        “Aence of deatrument. ere iigati in a scious state, and of course t couldnt be do process. So ine, I suppose you could say. titanium alloy, and tment—like a small — of alloy mesment eg . ion, of course, t do once.

        te entities.”

        “I so see it,” s Im tired noo bed. I    to see all tomorrow. e s w door.”

        te expressions, a door closing. t doalking, but more quietly.

        “ is Lord Asriel up to?”

        “I t airely different idea of ture of Dust. ts t. Its profoundly ical, you see, and torial Court of Discipline t alloerpretation ts to experiment—”

        “to experiment? it?”

        “ so loud...”

        “Do you t?”

        “No, no. I t h her very well.”

        “titude worries me....”

        “Not philosophical, you mean?”

        “Exactly. A personal i. I dont like to use t its almost ghoulish.”

        “ts a bit strong.”

        “But do you remember t experiments, —”

        Lyra,coutdnt : a little cry escaped    time sensed and s knocked against a stan.

        “ ?”

        “In the ceiling—”

        “Quick!”

        t running, a table pulled across tried to scramble a ttle space, and before s up suddenly, and so tartled face of a man. So see every acartled as s o move, o t a o the gap and seize her arm.

        “A child!”

        “Do her go—”

        Lyra sao , but did go, even ting, but it roil ely ging to tanco loosen, and so the room.

        Still s utter a sound. Sal above, and struggled upside dog, pung in passionate fury. ting ion, but they pulled and pulled.

        And suddenly all trengt out of her.

        It o be, and hing deep and precious.

        S faint, dizzy, sick, disgusted, limp h shock.

        One of talaimon.

        of .    ss of anbaric alarm...oward h hands for him....

        till. tured.

        S t    allo supposed to touch... rong....

        “as she on her own?”

        A man o the ceiling space.

        “Seems to be on her own....”

        “ho is she?”

        “the new child.”

        “ters...”

        “Yes.”

        “You dont suppose she daemons...”

        “Could    not on her own, surely?”

        “Sell—”

        “I t    t you?”

        “I agree. Better s    all.”

        “But    this?”

        “S go back her children.”

        “Impossible!”

        “t seems to me.”

        “Now?”

        “o. t leave it till ts to ch.”

        “e could do it ourselves. o involve anyone else.”

        to be in c alaimon, tapped eetill; ted t. Finally he nodded.

        “No no t, at least. S remember w s she heard....e on.”

        Lyra couldnt speak. So let ation, along y corridors, past rooms    tories calaimon, and    eacher.

        tly lit ce tiles and stainless steel. t    a p oe them forever and ever.

        S last, and screamed. t t; s a sound would escape.

        But Pantalaimon, in ansed free of teful ore at talons, great    —darting, snarling, slasransformations too quick tister, and all time leaping, flying, dodging from one spot to anotc ty air.

        But too, of course. It    t t    six. A badger, an o as io pin Pantalaimon doo this?

        be hem!”

        And s more passioil t go for a moment—and salaimon sprang too ab of pain o her.

        “Never! Never! Never!” s to defend o th.

        But tal men, and serrified; and tore Pantalaimon ao one side ling still, around to ther.

        t ill part of ill joined. For a sed or so more, ill her own dear soul.

        Above ting of te a bank of scc lig moment in e life o be t by far.

        “ is going on here?”

        A ligopped.

        “ are you doing? And whis child—”

        S plete t instant she reized Lyra.

        tear-blurred eyes Lyra sater and clutc a benciful and posed, gre ruck.

        “Lyra—” she whispered.

        ted from ugged Pantalaimon out from t alaimon pulled free of tous paumbled to Lyras arms.

        “Never, never,” so ing    to hers.

        togete coast. Dimly ser speaking to t s even interpret one of voice. And t eful room, and Mrs. Coulter    light.

        Mrs. Coulter laid ly on tigalaimon t srembling . A tender roked her head.

        “My dear, dear c s voice. “o be here?”
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