took Lyra up a gully in ts and ter as tly ts, and alto trained     have been dead.

        t said noto il topped. From to op of t run away in case she edge.

        “Look up,” said t of breeze moved aside tain of the fog.

        ttle daylig Lyra did look, and found anding in front of a vast building of sto all at least as t part of Jordan College, but mucations of ars cs of ts and tributes to the bears, lofur Raknison.

        At least, t    told o take , because every proje and ledge on ted facade s and skuas, ly around overed every part of ty we.

        t to see t ter of tyard, and eps, and gate every point bears in armor cs. Lyra couldnt o age; -colored, bloodstained, dented , not elegant, enameled, and decorative like most of w she saw around her now.

        As t furtemperature rose, and so did somet, dung, blood, refuse of every sort. Lyra puso be cooler, but s    read s every fe alo see her.

        Finally topped outside a , and t suddenly swung    Lyra, knog ed behind her.

        It    Pantalaimon became a firefly, and siny gloone bencure. In t er took for bedding, and t was all she could see.

        Lyra sat doalaimon on    in er.

        “Its certainly    of banging about, Pan,” s still works.”

        Pantalaimon fleo , and sat t of    remarkable t s errible danger a sink into to read ter; a    plicated questions sorted t into tituent symbols as naturally as o t them.

        Sur tion: “here is lorek?”

        t once: “A days journey aer your cras his way.”

        “And Roger?”

        “ith lorek.”

        “ will lorek do?”

        “ends to break into ties.”

        S ter ahan before.

        “t let o Pantalaimon. “too many of em. I wiscake messages and all, and we could make a proper plan....”

        t of her life.

        A mans voice spoke in t away, and said, “ho are you?”

        Salaimon became a bat at once, s the wall.

        “E? Speak up! Speak up!”

        “Be a firefly again, Pan,” s dont go too close.”

        ttle    of ligtered around t    been a er all; it tered in Pantalaimons luminance, and tered , lay in    ongue occasionally as Pantalaimon flew near.

        “s your name?” she said.

        “Jotelia,”    ty of Gloucester. ho are you?”

        “Lyra Belacqua.    hey locked you up for?”

        “Malid jealousy...here do you e from? Eh?”

        “From Jordan College,” she said.

        “? Oxford?”

        “Yes.”

        “Is t sdrel trelaill there? Eh?”

        “the Palmerian Professor? Yes,” she said.

        “Is ion long ago.

        Duplicitous plagiarist! b!”

        Lyra made a ral sound.

        “o?” ting oward Lyras.

        She moved back.

        “I dont kno of pure , “no,” s on. “I remember noo chee figures.

        And...o e about Dust as s it.”

        “Sdrel! ted tly t Lyra    his shanks.

        Drops of saliva fle of h.

        “Yea .”

        If it tle girl to turn up in    notice.     ion t Lyra could use.

        S carefully near    near enougo touear enougalaimons tiny ligo show him clearly.

        “Orelao boast about,” she bears—”

        “Boast! Es!    a popinjay! And a pirate! Not a scrap inal researco ter men!”

        “Yeas rigly. “And    wrong.”

        “Yes! Yes! Absolutely! No talent, no imagination, a fraud from top to bottom!”

        “I mean, for example,” said Lyra, “I bet you kno tart.”

        “Bears,” said te a treatise on ts w me away, you know.”

        “?”

        “I knooo muc t kill me. t do it, muco. I know, you see. I have friends. Yes! Powerful friends.”

        “Yea youd be a ea. “Being as you got so muowledge and experience.”

        Even in ttle on seill flickered, and     as if ed    sion t hed.

        “teaceaceac pupil, and I    a fire in his mind!”

        “Because your knoo just vanis ougo be passed on so people remember you.”

        “Yes,” s very perceptive of you, c is your name?”

        “Lyra,” sold eac the bears?”

        “tfully.

        “Id really like to kno ology and Dust and all, but Im not clever enoug. You need really clever students for t. But I could learn about teac t. And    of practi t and o Dust, maybe.”

        he nodded again.

        “Yes,” . tars are alive, c?

        Everyt tentions, you knoo remind me of t. Good, good—in my despair I ten. Good! Excellent, my child!”

        “So, he king? lofur Raknison?”

        “Yes. O ation, you knoo set up a uy. o make me Vice-C istitute, e sdrel trelawney! ha!”

        “ happened?”

        “I rayed by lesser men. trela my qualifications. Calumny! Slander!    discovered tokes elia, ts    take it. Lied teet one day, youll see.

        Ill be Vice-C trelao me t tions ittee of tistitute spurn my tributions t lorek Byrnison will believe you, when he es back,” Lyra said.

        “lorek Byrnison? No good ing for t. hell never e back.”

        “hes on his way now.”

        “t a bear, you see. cast. Like me.

        Degraded, you see. led to any of the privileges of a bear.”

        “Supposing lorek Byrnison did e back, to a fight...”

        “O allo,” said to a as    a bear. Or worse:

        tartar or Skraeling. t fig near. Not a hope. No mercy.”

        “O. “And    them?”

        “Other prisoners?”

        “Like.-.Lord Asriel.”

        Suddenly toget the wall, and shook his head warningly.

        “S! theyll hear you!” he whispered.

        “nt ion Lord Asriel?”

        “Forbidden! Very dangerous! lofur Raknison    alloioned!”

        “ to alarm him.

        “Keeping Lord Asriel prisoner is a special    Board,” ter o see lofur and offered o keep Lord Asriel out of t it, you see, because at time I    Mrs.

        Coulter! Yes. ion ted h her.

        Couldnt stop talking about s Lord Asriel kept a s w will hing for Mrs.

        Coulter, anyto name al city after ?”

        “So    let anyone go and see Lord Asriel?”

        “No! Never! But oo, you kno game. But    t.    Lord Asriel isolated, to please Mrs. Coulter; and    Lord Asriel    s, to please    last, table.

        Pleasing botion of tuation is going to collapse quite soon. I    on good auty.”

        “Really?” said Lyra,    w    said.

        “Yes. My daemons tongue    taste probability, you know.”

        “Yeaoo. hey feed us, Professor?”

        “Feed us?”

        “t put some food in sometime, else arve. And t t they?”

        “Seal...I dont kno might be.”

        Lyra got up a o turally, and no key fitted so closely at top and bottom t no ligo it, but tering to tle as urned over ly o snore.

        S o talaimon, tired of putting out lig, ly w and chewed a fingernail.

        Quite suddenly,    all, s it    siring Room all t time ago.

        Somet    mentioned lofurs name, and no came back: ed more trelawney had said, was a daemon.

        Of course, s uood    kno bears, and s lofur Raknison    a man. And a man would     made sense.

        But no    ty lofur Raknison ed noto be a h a daemon of his own.

        And as s t, a plan came t lorek Byrnison to ful tting to t Lord Asriel, and taking er.

        tely, like a soap bubble, and s even look at it directly in case it burst. But s it s something else.
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