“t! t off and exunicate anyone wries!”

        “too many people    to. t be able to prevent terium, turies of darkness! Look at t ligs t on your skin, now!”

        “tro know—”

        “I dont krong t it isnt strong enoug    now.”

        “Is t ed? to ch sin and darkness?”

        “I ed to break out, Marisa! And I    trees     on your hair, on your face....”

        Lord Asriel pusers urned o tc daring to move a muscle.

        to Lord Asriel as if sressed.

        “No—no—they know where Ive gone-”

        “t of this world!”

        “I darent—”

        “You? Dare not? Your cher.”

        “take han mine, Asriel.”

        “Not so. You took ried to mold ed hen.”

        “Soo coarse, too stubborn. Id left it too late....But where is she now?

        I folloeps up....”

        “You    ill? tried to wice s away.

        If I were hird ce.”

        ill clasping ensed suddenly and dre it seemed more like cruelty t to see a strange sigense, crouc pressing in the snow.

        Mrs. Coulter pulled fiercely back from t t—”

        “e , poh me!”

        “e couldnt ogether, you and I.”

        “No? You and I could take to pieces and put it toget and stifle it forever! And youd like to be part of t great    lie to me about it. Lie about everyt tion Board, lie about your lovers—yes, I kno Boreal, and I care not t t dont lie about ruly ....”

        And teoget fur of her neck, and she growled a deep rumble of pleasure.

        “If I dont e, youll try aroy me,” said Mrs. Coulter, breaking away.

        “ to destroy you?”    of tay erest at once. Dont flatter yourself t Id give you a seds t. Noay and work your misch me.”

        Mrs. Coulter ated; o s s e beautiful sadness in them.

        “No,” she said. “No.”

        t again. Lord Asriel reag fingers into turned    anoto Mrs. Coulters arms, making little sounds of distress, reac to ters face ears. Lyra could see ting; they were real.

        turned, s sobs, and moved doain and out of Lyras sight.

        Lyra cohe sky.

        Suc of wonders she had never seen.

        ty y and silent looked neing to be occupied; or asleep, ing to be    ing transparent, glistening in less eyes.

        S oo; sorn out , s er. And to rig her: how dare he?

        Sill alaimon     il    clao to make her. She blinked.

        “? ?”

        “Dust!” he said.

        “ are you talking about?”

        “Dust. o find t aroy it, isnt he?”

        “ts w he said.”

        “And tion Board and ter and all, t to destroy it too, dont they?”

        “Yeaop it affeg people...hy?”

        “Because if t is bad, it must be good.”

        S speak. A little ement leaped in .

        Pantalaimon    on:

        “eve alk about Dust, and t, and you kno    Dust must be bad too, because t    isnt?    if its—”

        S if its really good...”

        S    eyes ablaze ement.

        S dizzy, as if turnih her.

        If Dust    o be sought and weled and cherished...

        “e could look for it too, Pan!” she said.

        t o hear.

        “e could get to it before    on, “and....”

        task sile the blazing sky.

        Sy and vastness of ttle teries above them.

        “e could,” Pantalaimon insisted. “e came all t .”

        “e got it    it all    Roger. e t imes. “e got it wrong,” she said.

        “ime ter ime.”

        “And    follow us and help. Nor could Farder    or Serafina Pekkala, or Lee Scoresby or no one.”

        “Just us, t matter. ere not alone, any like....”

        S not like tony Makarios; not like t daemons at Bolvangar; ill one being; both of us are one.

        “And    ter,” s to do it, Pan. ell go up t, and o do.”

        Rogers body lay still in    ly.

        “And ,” she said.

        Surned aeries. But t alone.

        So Lyra and urned aoo the sky.
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