On, said ter. Farther, higher.

        So on tco spy out t routes, because to steeper slopes and rocky footing, and as toravelers     found tangled land ullies, cliffs, and boulder-streion of is he only sound.

        topping only for sips of er from tskin flasks, and talking little.

        Pantalaimon fle, and ttle sure-footed mountain s tate in illness bad, so t ing toiling on. And sico stop    too, as if er their own powers.

        At one point to a little lake, a patse blue scarcely ty yards across among topped to drink and refill to soak t iayed a fees and moved on, and soon afters    a, Serafina Pekkala darted doo speak to tated.

        "I must leave you for a    know w    call if    need my ;

        "Mr. Scoresby?" said Lyra, excited and anxious. "But w;

        But Serafina    of sigion. Lyra reaatically for ter to ask    s o do no more than guide ill.

        So ting nearby, ill slowly dripping blood, he burning.

        "ill," s;dyou kno;

        "Its ake up my fatle. ts all I kno;

        " does t mean, taking up le? s a mantle?"

        "A task, I suppose. ever    to carry on. It makes as muc;

        out of        say     parison    o    safe for    t safe for him.

        But it    Saturday m in t o ;ell done, er; Im proud of you. e a no;

        ill longed for t so muc     part of    like. So    express t to Lyra no in    o be quite so perceptive. t    w e.

        And s    to    at t moment a ch flew down.

        "I    see people be; s;t t;

        "Yes, do," said Lyra, "but fly lo t;

        ill and Lyra got painfully to t again and clambered on.

        "I been cold plenty of times," Lyra said, to take ;but I e, ever. Is it t in your ;

        "Not    normally. But tes beeo be. t people erfering mospting d t of trol."

        "Yea; said Lyra, "and it is. And ;

        oo    and ty to reply, and throbbing air.

        Pantalaimon    no on Lyras soo tired to leap or fly. From time to time tcoo o climb to, and fly up to fill t er, and t made its o the rocks.

        And so toward evening.

        tco spy . S, and as tting and dra of to ttle blue lake and found a troop of soldiers making camp.

        But    glimpse of told ed to kno from ills tagazze, o see t daemons was a gross and siing horror.

        t of a tent by tion. Le saers edge beside her.

        Le cer spoke to t up tents, made fires, boiled er.

        tcroop er on t; but some fortuing t    too far for a bo making o make t took ten minutes of deep tration.

        fident at last, Le    doo found oo o remember, and looked acopped outside tent Mrs. Coulter o, and fitted an arr.

        Seo to t overlooked the lake.

        Ient Mrs. Coulter alking to a man Le    seen before: an older man, gray- daemon ting in a vas coward ly.

        "Of course, Carlo," s;Ill tell you anyt do you    to kno;

        "ers?" t;I didnt t possible, but you    is it?"

        "Simple," s;t if t me live to all tims tom s desire. As soon as you described to me, I kurns out. And a , Carlo," s;I    please you, too, you knoo please you even more?"

        "Marisa," ;its enougo be close to you...."

        "No, it isnt, Carlo; you kno isnt. You kno;

        tle black roking t daemon. Little by little t loosened o flootle closer to him.

        "A; said t    into to ly along ongue flicked blackly t, and the man sighed.

        "Carlo, tell me er ;o find ;

        ". O;

        " is it, Carlo? s ?"

        o resist; ly around t, and running rous fur as h.

        Le ding invisible just taut, to it in readiness; ser cood still and silent and wide-eyed.

        But le blue lake. On t in tly trees seemed to ed itself, a grove t sen remor like a scious iion. But t trees, of course; and    a Mrs. Coulter, one of tacself from its felloed across ter, causing not a single ripple, until it paused a foot from ts daemon erched.

        "You could easily tell me, Carlo," Mrs. Coulter ;You could end to be talking in your sleep, and    tell me    it. I could get it for you... .ouldnt you like me to do t? Just tell me, Carlo. I dont    it. I    t is it? Just tell me, and you s."

        s;Its a kle knife of Cittagazze. You    , Marisa? Some people call it teleutaia mak knife of all. Ot Aesatr."

        " does it do, Carlo?    special?"

        "As t    anyt even its makers kne could do. Notter, spirit, angel, air—noto tle knife. Marisa, its mine, you uand?"

        "Of course, Carlo. I promise. Let me fill ylass ..."

        And as t again and again, squeezing just a little, lifting, stroking as Sir C saruly er secretly tilted a feo t again h wine.

        "; s;Lets drink, to eac;

        oxicated. ook the glass and sipped greedily, once, again, and again.

        And t aood up and turned and looked Le full in the face.

        "ell, c; s;did you t know ;

        Le oo surprised to move.

        Beruggling to breat empt.

        Le tried to sal paralysis ouc make . ttered a little cry.

        "Os too late for t," said Mrs. Coulter. "Look at tc;

        Le turned and satering and s ied of air; fluttering and falling, slumping, failing, er had enveloped him.

        "No!" sried to move to, but    could see t Mrs. Coulter    didnt surprise o see t ter ers po t auty. Le turned ba anguiso the woman.

        "Let    ; she cried.

        "ell see. Is t;

        "Yes!"

        "And a boy, too? A boy ;

        "Yes—I beg you—"

        "And c;

        "ty! Let    ;

        "All in tay on t;

        "Most in t ;

        "aiopped to rest?"

        Le told ed any torture but o kno ell me tc t from one of your sisters, but se torture. ell, to save you noell me trut my daug;

        Le gasped, "S;

        " important t; cried Mrs. Coulter.

        "Eve! Mot; stammered Le, sobbing.

        "A; said Mrs. Coulter.

        And s sigo    last.

        Dimly tc s o cry out: " o    ;

        "o destroy ; said Mrs. Coulter, "to prevent anot I see t oe to see...."

        Sogetly, like a c, y, and time s fall. Ill see to t."

        And Mrs. Coulter dreer feeding on tctle snoing daemon lay tcer moved tocever Le rebled and multiplied a    a nausea of t so die of it.    scious t    at life; o    made of energy and delig of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living ter, and from end to end of t and last and only truth.

        tood, bow in , dead in life.

        So Le failed to see or to care about er did . Ign t, tain of to get ready for a nigain.

        t to ter and called to ters.

        t    across ter. S t one by oo ted free like malignant tledoing up into t and borne by ts toa Feldt sa.

        temperature dropped quickly after dark, and    of to keep ry to sleep. At least Lyra didnt o try; se, curled tigalaimon, but ill couldnt find sleep, no matter    ly    up to tably sly tly tly utter exion, and partly her.

        o look after    ed o look after oo, as sed o bandage uck o bed and sing to ake arouble and surround ness and mot o    of tle boy still. So    ill as    ing to wake Lyra.

        But ill    asleep. iff limbs and got up quietly, s     off ain, to calm lessness.

        Bery ed from tco see ill clambering up tly took to t to disturb    to see t o no harm.

        notice.    suove and keep moving t iced t as if , all day, forever, because not. And as if in sympato stir in t ted ream aside hin.

        find o Lyra, until    on a little plateau almost at top of t seemed. All around ains reac glare of tark blad dead we, and every edge was jagged and every surface bare.

        t    over too, for no gleam of moonlige ill found otal darkness.

        And at t ill felt a grip on    arm.
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