“old you who he is?”
“Only trollesund .”
“, if itted a great crime, he bears by now.”
“old me their king was called lofur Raknison.”
“lofur Raknison became king o rule; but reaties; as bears do, in ice forts, but in a ne palace; alks of exs and developing tle. Some say t o t even if , o t adds to ation for craft and subtlety.”
“ did lorek do? See, one reason I love lorek, its because of my fat o me told me came about.”
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t o judge; killed.”
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t s.
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“I dont knoold c Dust. All I tell you is t .
Mrs. Coulter is not a priest, of course, but s of terium, and it ion Board and persuaded to pay for Bolvangar, because of erest in Dust. e t uand it. But tood. e see tartars making trangeness of it. So Dust may be strange, and it, but fret a to exami. Leave t to the Church.”
“to alking alaimon, in t mig er, and t of tomill on tar at Gabriel College, and ary particles pustle vanes around.
tercessor t tary particles and religion. “Could be,” s C, after all. But most t old, as far as I know.
I wonder if Lord Asriel migell me....”
She yawned.
“I better lie do I never been t die if I get any colder.”
“the furs.”
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And so travelers sailed on, sleeping in ted balloon, tos of Svalbard.
Serafina Pekkala called to t, and once, groggy a of t t somet roco . If t go, t off course at once, and to judge by t to nearly a hundred miles an hour.
“ion, and so cold t every part of her body was numb.
S c t of an anbaritern, Lee Scoresby o a strut and pull at a rope leading up into tself. ug as if against some obstru, and looked up into ting dark before looping t on the suspensi.
“Im letting out some gas!” ed to Serafina Pekkala. “ell go down.
ere oo high.”
t, but again Lyra couldnt . Roger oo; t sleeper, never mind talaimon g togets, and Lyra trated on lying still and not leaping up in fear.
“S all rig do some matc. I pinc tc Bolvangar.”
tainly desding, because ter in t fle, and t o fog Lyra er a moment or t unlooped t a go. It sprang uping and t a mighump from somewhere far above.
Lee Scoresby saw her wide eyes.
“ts ted. “It o he gas in.
dota top, and we lose buoyand go down.”
“Are we nearly—”
S finisure to came s of abomiink. Lyra ime to scream, even, before lorek Byrnison reac a fell out of t and vanish a shriek.
“Cliff-g,” said lorek briefly.
t moment Serafina Pekkala appeared, and g to t, speaking urgently.
“ts are attag. ell bring to t defend ourselves. theyre—”
But Lyra didnt of ed sideerrific bloacked, lorek put out a great pao ing so violently. Serafina Pekkala he noise alling:
over every ots, and Lyra saling past, and smelled tench.
t it to t began to sink ening speed, spinning all t felt as if torn loose from t being tossed rapidly from side to side as if tween rock walls.
t tol directly in t; and t igo lorek Byrnisons fur e fear. le of t like a tormented animal, all filled th hideous noise.
t jolt of all, and s altogether.
orn loose, and all t of a s tell wigals—
It ered t se still for several seds before feebly spitting out t as feebly until ttle space to breathe in.
Noto be ing in particular; s felt utterly breathless.
Cautiously sried to move , arms, legs, and to raise her head.
Stle, because ill filled , as if on eac off and peered out.
Ss hs.
tant cries of ts, he crash of waves on rocks, some way off.
“lorek!” s and sried again, but no one answered. “Roger!” s.
S of course salaimo out of o keep her pany.
“Ive cer,” s all righings broken.”
“ere lost, Pan!” ss? And Mr. Scoresby sing em? God hey e down here....”
“e better try and find t,” he said, “maybe.”
“e better not call out,” s no maybe I better not in case they hear us. I wish I knew where we were.”
“e mig like it if . “e mig ttom of a cliff s at top to see us whe fog clears.”
S around, once sed a fees, and found t so one side t fifty yards off, by t, and from ill came ts, t seemed to be abating a little. Salaimons owl eyes were helpless.
Stle, and found not rod snos.
“t vanished,” she whispered.
Pantalaimon pro-formed, a little farttered sand already freezing hard.
“Ballast,” Lyra said. “ve slung em off to fly up again....”
So subdue t, or t, or both.
“Oened,” sheyre safe.”
o into be seen. Suro see was.
“lorek!”
But s lorek Byrnison at all. It range bear, clad in polis frozen into frost, and .
ood still, about six feet away, and s she really was finished.
tirred more s of tood still, ctle s.
t move until t one said, “Your name?”
“Lyra.”
“here have you e from?”
“the sky.”
“In a balloon?”
“Yes.”
“e h us. You are a prisoner. Move, now. Quickly.”
eary and scared, Lyra began to stumble over talk of this.
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