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PART THREE SVALBARD EIGHTEEN - FOG AND ICE-2

        “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.”

        “t     lorek ronger. For all tnize superior for anoto it, but for some reason t do it. Some say t lofur Raknison . At any rate, ted, and lorek Byrnison alloo master him.

        t o judge;    killed.”

        “So ot lofur Raknison from t Jordan, cause o t    it ricked o t you knoo me o bears couldricked, and s I couldnt trick    sounds as if tricked, rick bears, maybe people t. Except...t trollesund, tricked    t ole his armor?”

        “ like people, perricked,” said Serafina Pekkala. “ like bears, per. No bear s. lorek Byrnison drank tet t    rollesund people trick him.”

        “Aisfied    idea. S    limit, and so find firmation of y. “ts clever of you,” s    if you    told me. I ter.”

        t s.

        “Serafina Pekkala,” ser some time, “? Cause it seems to me t all troubles about Dust, only no oold me    is.”

        “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.”

        “Yeao die, Id rat    blade t t ....e bot     do of ensity of to the sleeping Roger.

        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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