Nagging and cajoling, seps, and ttered glass and splintered o a small, cool room off ttles, jars, pots, pestles and mortars, and cs balances. Uy one sink, o a smaller one.

        "Sit do; h a dark golden liquid.

        ill sat doook t mout t like fire. Lyra took to stop it from falling as ill gasped.

        "Drink it all," the old man anded.

        " is it?"

        "Plum brandy. Drink."

        ill sipped it more cautiously. Now o .

        " you ; said Lyra, e.

        "O draable and bring out a bandage."

        ill saable in ter of t before    up toward er.

        "Drink again," the old man said.

        ill igo    stung    t tion of a toly. t, and it    again.

        "tment," t;Very difficult to obtain. Very good for ;

        It y, battered tube of ordinary aic cream, su any p as if it were made of myrrh. ill looked away.

        And alaimon calling to ly to e and look out trel perc a movemereet o keep a flock of bats from urned ao run ones in t eag to hing behind him, shaking his head.

        Angelica e, and so tle Paolo beried to pull ever roubling him.

        And Lyra realized    of siess acked by Specters. Angelie, t see ttle Paolo riking at ty air to try and drive t it didnt ullio . s became more and more letly topped altogeto    not would bring him back.

        to feel Lyra c t.

        Lyra felt a jolt as if truck red in ense, and too, and tle boys voice cried, "ell kill you! You doo tullio! e gonna kill you, all rig;

        tri brotened and guilty,    t heard. Gia-o Paradisi

        ment on tried to put w s of her mind, and focused on ill.

        "You got to tie somet; Lyra said, "to stop t    stop ot;

        "Yes, yes, I kno; said t sadly.

        ill kept ed whe plum brandy sip by sip.

        Presently    sootant, ting abominably.

        "No; said Giao Paradisi, "ake t is yours."

        "I dont    it," said ill. "I dont    anyto do ."

        "You    got t; said t;You are t;

        "I t you said you ; said Lyra.

        "My time is over," ;to leave ole in anoto tell. You dont believe me? Look!"

        tle finger and t to it    like ills.

        "Yes," ;me too. I foug t kno;

        Lyra sat doy table ruggled to find words.

        "But I—ed t , t;

        "I kno man. .    give you anytake. s t, ray you. ."

        itance, ill turo tself.    toal about eig crosspiece of tal, and a    it more closely,    t reize till ur angel, ood out a little from t up    t it ifully balanced, and t t dull after all. In fact, a so live just ual: bruise purples, sea blues, eartrees, tering s tomb as evening falls over a deserted graveyard.... If t le knife.

        But t. In fact, teel, merging a little o tle s steel of an inparable s it, so s seem. t as keen, but silvery in color, and Lyra,    over ills s;I seen t color before! ts to cut me and Pan apart s just t;

        "t; said Giao Paradisi, touceel ; terial in t;

        And    t only test resistance as tip of to table, cut    off.

        "t; t on, "is more subtle still. it you    cut an opening out of

        togetry it noo knoeac me, and I    mucime left. Stand up and listen."

        ill pusood,    dizzy, sick, rebellious.

        "I dont —"    Giao Paradisi shook his head.

        "Be silent! You dont —you dont ... you en to me, because time is s. Nos not only t o cut, its your o So do t your mind out at tip of the knife.

        trate, boy. Focus your mind. Dont t your    ip. t is ly. Youre looking fap so small you could never see it    tip , if you put your mind there.

        Feel along till you se little gap in t;

        ill tried to do it. But     of    able and crouuco bear. t and    and tears dazzled ened un    her....

        e. But t tra    across o find Pan-talaimons    ing, sorroly licked ills wounded hand again and again, and laid his head on ills knee once more.

        ill aboo in Lyras ing one person from touc toucalaimon before, it e    kno,    on iative, and o    of motcerest but not incredulity. raveled to otoo.

        Pantalaimoure ood up again, ears out of his eyes.

        "All rig; ;Ill try again. tell me o do."

        time o do tirembling ion, sing. Lyra ing to interrupt, because shis process. So did Dr.

        Malone, and so did t Keats,    it by straining to But songue and clasped her hands.

        "Stop," said tly. "Relax. Dont pusle knife, not a heavy sword.

        Yripping it too tig your mind o your    and to t along tly, dont force it. Just o tip, ip of t do t no, and t;

        ill tried again. Lyra could see tensity in y desd over it, calming and relaxing and clarifying. ty o de to her.

        So o her lap.

        tcogetopped trembling. No less intense, ly no too. Per he

        blade, or per    sat so naturally in ills    ttle movements ip noead of random.    tur to find some little snag in ty air.

        "s t?" he said hoarsely.

        "Yes. Dont force it. e baoo yourself."

        Lyra imagined so o . ood back, dropped his hand, blinked.

        "I felt somet; o Giao Paradisi. "t slipping t first, and t it..."

        "Good. No again. time, . Dont ate. Dont be surprised. Dont drop t;

        ill o croucake t     ent on it; ood up again after a couple of seds, the knife held forward already.

        time it    oo searc ttle snag after less te. It ely searc titc    of a scalpel. ouake sure, and t sidehe silver edge.

        It    Giao Paradisi    to be surprised.    careful    it doable befiving in to onis. Lyra tle room    like trees: a gap in midair ther world.

        And because toery, in fact, looking back toy. trees a little aoy.

        If t already seen t    tical trick. Except t it    only optical; air , and traffic fumes,    in t-tagazze. Pantalaimon co a sing    before darting back to Lyras shoulder again.

        Giao Paradisi uc learn to close."

        Lyra stood back to give ill room, and to stand beside him.

        "For t; ;One    o begin    find it unless you put your soul into your fiips. toucely; feel again and again till you find t togets all. try."

        But ill rembling.    get o te balaneeded, and    more and more frustrated. Lyra could see w was happening.

        Sood up and took    arm and said, "Listen, ill, sit doell you o do it. Just sit doe, cause your s and its taking your mind off it. Its bound to. Itll ease off in a little w;

        t down again.

        ill sat do Lyra. " am I doing ; he said.

        airembling, wild-eyed. he edge of his nerves: g his

        jaapping , breat.

        "Its your ; s;You ent    all. Youre doing it rig your    let you trate on it. I dont knoting around t, except maybe if you didnt try to s it out."

        " dyou mean?"

        "ell, youre trying to do t once. Youre trying to ig o it by t time, I dont kno I ill frigime I . Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does , I kno try and s it out."

        tle.

        "All rig; ;Ill try t."

        And time it    e, and did as Giao Paradisi old oget    the world.

        a brief, calm exion, and t.

        tiff o est side of t t leato it and buckled it as tigh his clumsy hand.

        "t; Giao Paradisi said. "If ell you tory of tle knife, and torre degli Angeli, and tory of t and careless ers are our fault, our fault alos, po die deepest nature of t t    particles of matter toget I mean by a bond? Somet binds?

        "ell, tile city. A city of traders and bankers. e t    bonds.

        e t a bond iable, somet could be bouged.... But about t ters in."

        ill asked, "ers e from?    open urees, t came in t;

        "ers e from is a mystery—from anothe darkness of space...

        ters is t troyed us. Are to times a knife bearer migful,    time to stop and close as rees... I left t open myself, in a moment of unfivable foolis to tempt o ty, o ters. But I t oo clever for a trick like t. s the knife.

        Please, never let    it."

        ill and Lyra shared a glance.

        "ell," t;all I    do is o you and so use it, o be, before it decayed. First, never open    closing. Sed, never let anyone else use the knife.

        It is yours alo for a base purpose. Fourt secret. If tte is because t matter. You    be a c our akable. I dont even know your name. Now go. I shall die very soon, because

        I ko    for ters to e in, as t. Go."

        "But, Mr. Paradisi—" Lyra began.

        But    on: "time. You    kno purpose is, but t you ;

        "You ent really going to poison yourself?" said Lyra, distressed.

        "e on," said ill.

        "And    angels?" s on.

        ill tugged her arm.

        "e on," ;e got to go. t;

        ained, dusty rig gently. oo, and o Pantalaimon, w.

        Clutcs leatairs and out of to tle square, and tion, but treet y. And it ter not to     already. Sreet ullio anding, as still as death.

        "I opping to look back up. "Its eet    going to swallow some poison and die now, and I wis;

        Sears.

        "; said ill. "It        go to sleep. Its better ters, ;

        "O o do, ill?" s; o do? Youre    so bad, and t poor old man.... I e t to t o do no;

        "ell," ;ts easy. eve got to get ter back, so eal it.

        ts o do."
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