A mier to a silent    outside a public library. t Lyra o climb past o get out. t of space, but some    to touch him, nice as he was.

        "Dont fet your rucksack,"    to her.

        "t; she said.

        "Ill see you again, I ; ;Give my regards to your friend."

        "Good-bye," s till tur of sig off torees. S t paleed to ask ter.

        ill ers again.    on terrat ss of g on ts, trying to picture t, and looking again and again at to to himself.

        steps from some ters in    and stood up, and almost at once Lyra alaimon a snarling savage , too distraugo     c;Kill    ;

        "? s tter?"

        "t old man— not a loole it, ill! ole my aleter! t stinky old man    driving t;

        And sely    t s really did break, and o talaimon beside ter grief.

        Far off across ter, copped o see. ill sat down beside Lyra and shook her shoulder.

        "Stop! St!" ;tell me from t old man?    ;

        "Yoing to be so angry. I promised I    give you a, and t; salaimon became a young clumsy dog ail, squirming ; and ill uood t Lyra    soo aso tell , and o the daemon.

        "    tell me," he said.

        Pantalaimon said, "e    to tricked us. t of questions and t you, and before op    a ;

        Lyra . Pantalaimon ion: dog, bird, cat, snow-we ermine.

        " did t; said ill.

        "Big," said Lyras muffled voice, "and ever s, and pale eyes ..."

        "Did ;

        "No, but..."

        "ell,    know w;

        "But ter!" s up fiercely, ion, like a Greek mask.

        "Yea; said ill. tell me about t"

        Beteetold    er in topped today and sten in to escape from t side of to climb past o get out, and    ly taken ter as he rucksack....

        ated s not ;And, ill, please, I done someter told me I o stop looking for Dust—at least I t ts    said— and I o o ake you to    I    listen. I just doo do, and I s...."

        , and    could tell ruturned a o ter. to ;ill, Im so sorry—"

        "s t? I dont care if youre sorry or not You did it."

        "But, ill,    to    anyone else!"

        "I t see ;

        "Nor    I, but..."

        Sopped in midsentence, and a ligo her eyes.

        Surned and raced back to , and rummaged t feverishly.

        "I knole ;o me in t ter back!"

        ill took the card and read:

        SIR , CBE LlMEFIELD ON OXFORD "; ;A knig means people omatically believe    us.    did you    me to do, anyo ter me! Or if t yesterday, t    ;

        "e could steal it. e could go to eal it. I knoon in my Oxford too. It ent far. e could ;

        "Youre stupid."

        "lorek Byrnis;

        But s. ill    looking at    , because t unlike lorek in ills eyes, young as they were.

        "I never upid in my life," ;You t go to eal it? You o to use your bloody brain. o uff, if    go off and special locks and lige on automatically—"

        "I never ; Lyra said. "e ent got em in my    kno, ill."

        "All rig a o my o look around, and t t    a    into    in time before t;

        S rue.

        " o do t; she said.

        ans it ain. o    or not.

        o ters edge, and back to terrace, and back tain.    oget no answer came, and he shook his head angrily.

        "Just... go t; ;Just go ts no good asking your sco    if to o believe t least if    into ll be a start."

        it anot inside and put tters u in. t, them.

        Lyra ing on terrace, alaimon perched on her shoulder as a sparrow. She was looking more cheerful.

        &quoing to get it back all rig; s;I    feel it."

        off for the window.

        It took an o o on. Lyra led ty ter, and ill kept c o Bolvangar, for tians and lorek Byrnison undra . y t    read even if t going to kill    alaimon, t ter, s a little girl, lost Limefield s front    stood in a large, ended garden,    one side and a gravel drive so t door. t of a double garage to t.

        Everyt of informal settled superiority t some upper-class Englisill took fra it t made    eet kno cloto be oill g....

        Lyra sao ask w was

        someto do    ly ook a deep breath.

        "ell," ;migry."

        very exposed.

        t kno till Lyra s, the house.

        t , and t Lyra, and tle.

        "e    to see Sir ," ill said.

        ting as it    nigoo nodded.

        "ait ; ;Ill tell Sir C;

        op and bottom, t t no sensible burglar ry t door anyly fixed to t of tlig eaco get near it, let alone break in.

        Steady footsteps came to t opened again.

        ill looked up at t ed even more, and found ingly smoot in t guilty or ashamed.

        Sensing Lyra beside ient and angry, ill said quickly, "Excuse me, but Lyra t    by mistake."

        "Lyra? I dont know a Lyra.    an unusual name. I know a c;

        Cursing ting, ill said, "Im ;

        "I see. ter e in."

        ood aside. e expeg tepped inside uainly. t against tained dainty porcelain figures. ill sa standing in ting to be called.

        "e into my study," said Sir Che hall.

        eous, even    to    put ill on guard. tudy able in a cigar-smoke-a of o be full of booksures, ing troped ets taining antique stifistruments—brass microscopes, telescopes covered in greeants, passes; it er.

        "Sit do; said Sir Ced a leat at t on. "ell?     to say?"

        "You stole—" began Lyra ly, but ill looked at opped.

        "Lyra t somet; ;eve e to get it back."

        "Is t you mean?" ook a velvet clotood up. er resting in his palm.

        "Yes!" Lyra burst out, and reac But    reacer in a glass-fronted et before log it and dropping tcoat pocket.

        "But it isnt yours, Lizzie," ;Or Lyra, if ts your name."

        "It is mis my aleter!"

        o     for ;I t t t about tter," he said.

        "But it is ; said ill. " to me! I knos ;

        "You see, I to prove t," ;I dont o prove anyts in my possession. Its assumed to be mine. Like all tems in my colle. I must say, Lyra, Im surprised to find you so dis—"

        "I ent dis!" Lyra cried.

        "O you are. You told me your name s somet got a    a precious piece like to you. I tell you s call t;

        urned o call for t.

        "No, —" said ill, before Sir C Lyra ran around talaimon    t t hardly flinched.

        "You dont even kno is you stole," Lyra stormed. "You seen me using it and you t youd steal it, and you did. But you—you—youre    least ss important! Youre just going to put it in a case and do not! You ougo die If I , Ill make someone kill you. Youre not ;

        S speak. All s full in .

        ill sat still, g was.

        Sir C a silk handkerchief and mopped himself.

        "rol over yourself?" ;Go and sit do."

        Lyra felt tears s of rembling of o die sofa. Pantalaimon, s tail erect, stood on he old man.

        ill sat silent and puzzled. Sir g before t was ?

        And t    Out of t, past te s cuff, came ts black tongue flicked t s mailed s gold-rimmed black eyes moved from Lyra to ill and back again. Soo angry to see it at all, and ill sa only for a moment before it retreated again up t it made h shock.

        Sir Co t and calmly sat dorousers.

        "I tter listen to me instead of berolled ; ;You really    any crument is in my possession and ay t it. Im a collector. You    spit and stamp and scream all you like, but by time youve persuaded anyone else to listen to you, I sy of dots to prove t I boug. I    do t very easily. And t it back."

        t no    and making till.

        ";    on, "t even more. And I t get it myself, so Im prepared to make a deal c I , and Ill give you back t did you call it?"

        "Aleter," said Lyra hoarsely.

        "Aleter. eresting. Aletrut;

        "s t?" said ill. "And ;

        "Its some you . Im perfectly    youve found a door too far from Summertht so far?

        ell, you see, t door nooorre degli Angeli.

        "So ts    care , but I    t knife. Bring it to me, and you    er. I so lose it, but Im a man of my word.

        ts ;
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