Lyra moaned and trembled untrollably, just as if s of er so cold t    alaimon simply lay against o    aime of Mrs. Coulter, busy preparing a drink of somet of all of ttle fingers ly over Lyras body s tents.

        “Sit up, dear, and drink ter, and le arm slipped around Lyras bad lifted her.

        Lyra c relaxed almost at once as Pantalaimon t to her:

        ere only safe as long as end. S taining tears, and to her surprise and shame she sobbed and sobbed.

        Mrs. Coulter made sympatic sounds and put to ted handkerchief.

        “Cry as muco, darling,” said t soft voice, and Lyra determio stop as soon as sruggled to ears, soget still s.

        Pantalaimon played t aimidly at tc o Lyras s.”

        S up and took t cup in boternately sipping and bloo cool it. S    pretend han shed ever done in her life.

        “Lyra, darling,” Mrs. Coulter murmured, stroking     you forever!     lost? Did someoake you out of t?”

        “Yeah,” Lyra whispered.

        “, dear?”

        “A man and a woman.”

        “Guests at ty?”

        “I t airs and I    to get it and took me in a car some quid dodged a me. But I didnt know where I was....”

        Anot tend tory.

        “And I just    trying to find my    me....And t me in a van ook me somew was.”

        it    past, ence s a little strengt s and familiar and never quite predictable, namely lying, s a sort of mastery again, ty and trol t ter gave her.

        So be careful not to say anyto be vague in some places and i plausible details in oto be an artist, in s.

        “er.

        Lyras journey along time ians aken weeks:

        so at for t time. Sed a voyage o trollesund, and tails from ion of toime as maid-of-all- Einarssons Bar, and t by t to Bolvangar.

        “And to—going to cut—”

        “o find out ws been going on.”

        “But ? I never done anyt    its s , Mrs. Coulter? hey so cruel?”

        “t ever do it to you. Now I know youre o o    you....”

        “But t to other children! hy?”

        “Ah, my love—”

        “Its Dust, isnt it?”

        “Did tell you t? Did tors say t?”

        “t. All talk about it, but no one kno to me—you got to tell me! You got no keep it secret, not anymore!”

        “Lyra...Lyra, Lyra. Darling, t ideas, Dust and so on. Its not someto . But tors do it for t is something evil and wicked.

        Groed    so deeply t its too late for t be    a quick operation on c. Dust just    stick to theyre safe and happy and—”

        Lyra t of little tony Makarios. Sched.

        Mrs. Coulter moved bad let go.

        “Are you all rigo throom—”

        Lyra swallowed hard and brushed her eyes.

        “You dont o do t to us,” s leave us. I bet Lord Asriel    let anyone do t if     and youve got Dust, and ter of Jordan and every ot Dust, it must be all rig out Im going to tell all t t    to me? If it . You should have been glad.”

        Mrs. Coulter was shaking her head and smiling a sad wise smile.

        “Darling,” ss good o    us a little, and naturally its upsetting for ot.... But it doesnt mean your daemon is taken a of tion. t they?”

        Lyra blinked. Suddenly soe blank incuriosity, ttle trotting daemons seemed to be sleepwalking.

        Say not, and s h hard.

        “Darling, no one ion on a c testing it first. And no one in a take a coget tle cut, and t at ty, to very soon, darling, daemons bring all sort of troublesome ts and feelings, and ts s Dust in. A quick little operation before t, and youre roubled again. And your daemon stays    not ected. Like a...like a , if you like. t pet in t you like t?”

        Orutelling! And even if Lyra    knoo be lies (tony Makarios; ted it , to be cut ao a little trotti? Lyra nearly blazed red, and Pantalaimon in , t ugly and vicious of all his forms, and snarled.

        But talaimon tig Mrs. Coulter stroke her hair.

        “Drink up your cer softly. “ell o go bad sory    no my little assistant back. My favorite! t assistant in to tell you o find you again....”

        All time, t restlessly, one minute percable s ging to Mrs. Coulter and ctering softly in    pag tail erect. raying Mrs. Coulters impatience, of course, and finally s    in.

        “Lyra, dear,” s ter of Jordan gave you somet. Isnt t riger. trouble is, it    o give. It    in s really too valuable to be carried about—dyou knos one of only ter gave it to you in t it o Lord Asriels old you not to tell me about it, didnt he?”

        Lyra ted h.

        “Yes, I    see. ell, never mind, darling, because you didnt tell me, did you?

        So you    broken any promises. But listen, dear, it really ougo be properly looked after. Im afraid its so rare and delicate t    let it be at risk any longer.”

        “ Lord Asriel ?” Lyra said, not moving.

        “Because of o exile, because    someter to finis believe me, dear, t t . ter of Jordan aken. But no you kno really ter to let me ,    it? It rouble of carrying it around, and all ter it—and really it must    a silly old t was any good for....”

        Lyra ing and clever.

        “So if youve got it noter let me    to look after. Its in t belt around your , isnt it? Yes, t o do, putting it ahis....”

        Lyras skirt, and tening tiff oilcloth.

        Lyra terembling icipation, little black o er pulled t a and unbutto. Sook out t clot, finding tin box lorek Byrnison had made.

        Pantalaimon    again, te. Lyra dreo t soo could run wime came.

        “s ter, as if amused. “ a funny old tin! Did you put it in o keep it safe, dear? All t you? Anotin, i one! And soldered! his, dear?”

        Soo i on opening it to    for an ans attacs, and s a blade and dug it uhe lid.

        At once a furious buzzing filled the room.

        Lyra and Pantalaimon ill. Mrs. Coulter, puzzled, curious, pulled at t close to look.

        t tled out of tin and craso the monkeys face.

        was ing Mrs.

        Coulter too, and s in pain and frigtle clock    and t toward her face.

        Lyra didnt ate. Pantalaimon sprang for ter    once, and sore it open and raced aer than she had ever run in her life.

        “Fire alarm!” Pantalaimon shrieked, as he flew ahead of her.

        Ston on t er, and smase fist. Soories, smaso e out into the fire.

        By time scalaimon flas into ed in. A moment later surned on all taps and flung a matc t bur at table so it burst and filled te, because s flour s treated like t near a flame.

        t and on as fast as so, vivid ement, for t around. t orerooms w, and hem.

        Adults rying to trol it all, and none of t was happening.

        Sing, pusling people were everywhere.

        t all Lyra and Pantalaimon darted like fisory, and just as t, t she building.

        ty. Lyra dragged to t of t for ter. It ill tugged talaimon, a sparro the door, called:

        “Now!”

        S. By luck a group of ce, and sing,    t so escape or die.

        t quickly, and    do of ted struts and girders to get up to tter cold air. trong. t and closer. t knocked several people over, and cries of fear and pain filled the air.

        Lyra struggled up, and alaimon calling, “tter-ings, s to find tdoor clot o escape from tation only to die of cold.

        t out onto t sky, s t s by trance, but time ts ated and the children more fearful: much more fearful.

        “Roger! Roger!” Lyra called, and Pantalaimon, keen-eyed as an o hed seen him.

        A moment later ther.

        “tell em all to e ed into his ear.

        “t—theyre all panicky—”

        “tell em o t vanis tell em ernoon—all t out! tell em ts going to o too u away!”

        Raped,    ted s and ran to t group of ating d clutcheir daemons in fear.

        “e ed. “t to get out of the pound! e on, run!”

        treaming across tos, ts pattering and creaking in the hard-packed snow.

        Bes    of to t earing clot cutting t. Lyra    before, but s at o artar guards , and many ed in fear and stumbled to a stop, for t a lo tireless lope came t of tartar guards, rifle at ty leaping grayness of his daemon beside him.

        t least you couldnt see any eyes bes of ts. their jaws.

        Lyra faltered. S dreamed of ening t s Bolvangar broke t taboo, s of teeth....

        tartars ran to stand in a line across trao ts, te them.

        Lyra t    fig    like ttles in t the brickburners children.

        Or per o clauff out of ownies leaped on him.

        Sanding in tanding in the snow.

        Just as s afternoon, but in deadly ear no at t soldier.

        “Get em in ther.

        Otion of flying as a s beside t directly at ts of target—and ts tartars umbling about, spitting and cursing and trying to brus of t of their eyes.

        “e on!” Lyra screamed, and flung    te into ts.

        treamed after ohe being open dark beyond.

        A ed an order, and ts    once, and tense silence,    and gasping breato be heard.

        taking aim. t miss.

        But before tartars, and a cry of surprise from another.

        Lyra stopped and turo see a man lying on tc blood, and to left and rig, but to be seen.

        And traigruot once. A s from t the dark sky.

        “itcalaimon.

        And so t black s cher man fell.

        And tartars turo t not s clouds, and more and more arrohem.

        But t ao race after t moving f ba fusion, terrified by trous sling tos.

        “lorek Byrnison!” cried Lyra,    nearly bursting h joy.

        t to be scious of no    in a blur and craso tartars, scattering soldiers, daemons, rifles to all sides. topped and ruck to eac t to him.
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