A        fire spilled out of o t once.

        tartar officer, faced tack, didnt ate. A long self into to keep off tc to overe troops ly brave. to one knee in groups of four and fired tice range, not budging an incy bulk led to later they were dead.

        lorek struck again, ting to one side, slass fle    all. Lyra urged t into ts. t get aartars s of Bolvangar.

        So so get ts be moving out toiigo love it as Pantalaimon was doing, a ing in his own propulsion.

        “here we going?” someone said.

        “t    snow!”

        “ty ing,” Lyra told ty gyptians or more. I bet tions of yours, too. All tian families t lost a kid, t someone.”

        “I ent a gyptian,” a boy said.

        “Dont matter. take you anyway.”

        “here?” someone said querulously.

        “s ians o take you    got to go on a bit furt be far off.”

        “Dyou see t bear!” one boy    out, just like t!”

        “I never knew daemons could be killed,” someone else said.

        talking    and relief ongue. As long as t moving, it didnt matter if talked.

        “Is t true,” said a girl, “about here?”

        “Yea Id ever see aheir daemon.

        But on t any daemon.    asking for ony Makarios.”

        “I know ook    a week back....”

        “ell, t     them.

        “And a little bit after    there.”

        “Its true,” said Roger. “And Lyra let em out during the fire drill.”

        “Yeaa. “I didnt kno first, but I seen em fly a goose.”

        “But s torture! ?”

        “Dust,” suggested someone doubtfully.

        But t!”    no suc made t up! I dont believe in it.”

        “s o the zeppelin!”

        ts, ill tinuing, t lengt floating freely at t any lo was rising a globe of—

        “Lee Scoresbys balloon!” Lyra cried, and clapped -tened .

        t     far. It o fill    of to escape by t crippled t! “e on, keep moving, else youll freeze,” soo in alaimon found tating, and as a wolverine    one girls squirrel daemon w lying across ly.

        “Get in ! Make yourself big and    inside    once.

        trouble    coal silk    as ter        tories and laboratories far a couldnt really cope. Lyras furs looked ragged and tank, but t th in.

        “If    find tians soon, t going to last,” so Pantalaimon.

        “Keep em moving theyre finished.

        You know w Farder    said....”

        Farder    old ales of er—al rue. But te clear about one point,    keep going.

        “ta go?” said a little boy.

        “S making us    o kill us,” said a girl.

        “Rat here,” someone said.

        “I ! Its ation. t drinks and everything.”

        “But its all on fire!”

        “ o do out    arve to death....”

        Lyras mind ions t fled untouc beyond and at all.

        But it gave rengt of a sno, and s a boy racks! ians, so tracksll lead us to w keep walking!”

        Big flakes of snoo fall. Soon it oget t of sigs of Bolvangar, and t glo came from t radiance of ts; but by peering closely, t trail lorek Byrnison he snow.

        Lyra enced, bullied, , , pused tenderly, alaimon (by tate of eacold    was needed in each case.

        Ill get t saying to o get em and Ill bloody get em.

        Roger . Soon t to g on to one anoto keep from getting lost, and Lyra t, per...Dig he snow...

        S t somet. It drifted in and out of hearing.

        And    too ant and o be sure of, blaed by millions of sno by little puffing gusts of    migians sledge dogs, or it migs of tundra, or even t children.

        S any lig be gs as umbling bato Bolvangar.

        But ttle yelloern beams, not te glare of anbaric ligain ed ians ing co sledges, c t to y Costa ly only to hug him again and shake him for joy. And Roger...

        “Rogers ing o Farder . “It o get in t place. ell go back to Jordan in ts t noise—”

        It    snarl again, t engine, like a crazed spy-fly ten times the size.

        Suddenly t sent alaimon couldnt defend he golden monkey—

        Mrs. Coulter—

        tling, biting, scrattalaimon, inging, lasearing. Mrs. Coulter, meanense feeling, o torized sledge, and Lyra struggled as    to be isolated in a little blizzard of ts of thick swirling flakes a few inches ahead.

        “o tians hing. “help me! Farder ! Lord Faa! Oh, God, help!”

        Mrs. Coulter sartars.

        ter struggling, and picked up Lyra o tunned and dazed.

        A rifle banged, and tians realized w was happening.

        But firing at targets you t see is dangerous artars, in a tigo blaze at o t tians dared not s back for fear of ting Lyra.

        Oterness s! tiredness! Still dazed, o find Pantalaimon desperately figill, eig grimly ?

        Ner?

        Yes, Roger, battering at Mrs. Coulter s a, ling    o be struck doartar    green flutter across —

        A great sed curtains of snoo t later and t ja, rig, eet fur—

        too, tearing    of ter and ging tigtering in amazement as a greater fluttering s all around tc ragged black s close enougo toucced o pull tring and to t of a mailed and loartar    away—

        And t at t the ground.

        Up! Into midair Lyra and Roger o a cloud-pine brang te and somethe ground.

        tumbled into t of Lee Scoresbys balloon.

        “Skip inside,” called texan, “and bring your friend, by all means.    bear?”

        Lyra sa tc buoyancy of to th.

        “Get in!” ser, and scrambled over t to fall in a sner fell on top of y noise he very ground shake.

        “, lorek! On board, old feller!” yelled Lee Scoresby, and over the bear in a hideous creak of wicker and bending wood.

        At o lohe rope.

        ted immediately and surged upo t a rate Lyra could scarcely believe. After a moment t, and up t, faster and faster, so t s no rocket could    tly. Ser on t, pressed doion.

        Lee Scoresby ering exan yells of deligening    clao all t before pag te pieces in a pile. Somecs told t tco the upper airs.

        Little by little Lyra recovered beat. S up and looked around.

        t ruments, and ttled air, and a variety of otoo small or fusing to make out in t this a cloud?” she said.

        “Sure is. rap your friend in some furs before urns into an icicle. Its cold    its gon colder.” “how did you find us?”

        “itccs to talk to you.    clear of t our bearings and t and have a yarn.”

        “lorek,” said Lyra, “ted, aled doo lick t meant t t ilted to one side, but t didnt matter. Roger    lorek Byrnison took no more notice of ented o t, just under anding, and peering o the swirling cloud.

        Only a feer t of togetill rising rapidly, soared on into the heavens.

        a sigly above t in a     of it. Great srembled and parted like angels ing; cascades of lumi glory tumbled doo lie in serfalls.

        Sasped at t, and t almost more wondrous.

        As far as to tions, a tumbled sea of ended    a break. Soft peaks and vaporous c mostly it looked like a solid mass of ice.

        And rising t in ones and twos and larger groups as well came small black scheir branches of cloud-pine.

        tly,    any effort, up and too one side or anoto steer. And one of the archer whod saved Lyra from Mrs.

        Coulter, flely alongside t, and Lyra saime.

        Ser; and fair,    green eyes; and clad like all tcrips of black silk, but ens. So feel no cold at all. Around tle red floeed, and seemed to rein it in a yard from Lyras w gaze.

        “Lyra?”

        “Yes! And are you Serafina Pekkala?”

        “I am.”

        Lyra could see    before. ions.

        “ tcself t Lyra could    sound of it.

        “Yes. I got it in my pocket, safe.”

        Great s told of anoto glide in a    tio rise.

        “tiao Bolvangar,” said Serafina Pekkala. “ty-taff, and t ligo every part of t still stood. to destroy it pletely.”

        “ about Mrs. Coulter?”

        “No sign of her.”

        “And t all the kids safely?”

        “Every ohey are all safe.”

        Serafina Pekkala cried out in a cohe balloon.

        “Mr. Scoresby,” she rope, if you please.”

        “Maam, Im very grateful. ere still rising. I guess ake to pull us north?”

        “e are strong” was all she said.

        Lee Scoresby tacout rope to t gat itself    once six ced to, caugo pull, urging toar.

        As to move in t dire, Pan-talaimon came to perc as a tern. Rogers daemon came out to look, but crept back again soon, fer    asleep, as s.

        “So, Lyra,” said Serafina Pekkala. “Do you know wo Lord Asriel?”

        Lyra oniso take er, of course!” she said.

        Sion; it    motive, from so long ago t s fotten it.

        “Or... to s it. ere going to    away.”

        But as s, it sounded absurd. Escape from Svalbard? Impossible! “try, anyly. “hy?”

        “I to tell you,” said Serafina Pekkala.

        “About Dust?”

        It    ted to know.

        “Yes, among ot you are tired no .

        ell talk when you wake up.”

        Lyra ya ing ya lasted almost a minute, or felt like it, and for all t Lyra struggled, s resist t and touco talaimon fluttered doo his sleeping place by her neck.

        tctled o a steady speed beside t as toward Svalbard.
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