Lyra o find t and y never    of bed and doairs, and    on ter,    to see hey were doing.

        t s, rag toeps. As t, but took o teps so    one of to ter, and tried to climb into t and tipped t over, too, and t toget before han

        most of to, and ser, alaimon as a little silver fistering beside    o talk to otting in pools of er on tos drying quickly in talaimon o creep into    again, frogston.

        " you going to do    cat?"

        " you really take t;

        ";

        "Your friend, ers?"

        "ill ent afraid of anyt; Lyra said. "Norm I.    you scared of cats for?"

        "You dont kno cats?" t boy said incredulously. "Cats, t t. You got to kill every cat you see. te you and put too. And    big pard?"

        S Pantalaimon in ly.

        "You must ; s;t in t. But me and ill,    ers ;

        "If you t see em, youre safe," said a boy. "You see em, you kno you. ts    ;

        "And t;

        "Yea; said t a ful of air, cro;I got one no;

        "t    you," one of t;So     t."

        "And ters in t; said Lyra.

        "Yea; said one boy, but anot;No, time ago. ;

        "t; said third.

        "t?" said Lyra.

        "t; said t;My granny said t to punis;

        "Yranny don kno; said a boy. "S a beard, yranny. S, all rig;

        "s t; Lyra persisted.

        "You knoorre degU Angeli," said a boy. "tooo t pla things.

        P ters in."

        "t ain true," said anotars."

        "It is! t : taking some metal apart. Lead. o make it into gold. And    it and cut it smaller and smaller till o t piece    t. So small you could, even. But    t, too, and i little bit ters packed in, ted over and folded up so tigook up no space at all. But o, bam! t, and ts ;

        "Is to; said Lyra.

        "No! t; said the girl.

        "tos ed, t place," said a boy. "ts . Ain no kids gonna go in ts scary."

        "to go in t; said another.

        "t special magic, or somet; said t;t live t;

        "But t anyone in to; Lyra said. "No gro;

        "No groy at all!"

        "t."

        But s. And ticed liar, s t something.

        And suddenly stle Paolo io ullio, oo, and Angelica her?

        S to rescue ts and pedal back to t io make some coffee and see if ill    ill asleep,    curled up at , and Lyra ient to see e a note a it on took    off to look for the window.

        took led tle square to t before. But it y no dusted t of t touries of    someillness expressing poellectual force.

        "Angels," said Pantalaimon, no on Lyras shoulder.

        "Maybe Specters," Lyra said.

        "No! t; ed. "Bet ts angels."

        "S;

        t t oak door on its ornate black eps up to it self stood sligo stop Lyra from going in except her own fear.

        Siptoed to top of teps and looked tone-flagged    muc; but Pantalaimon tering anxiously on    as ri t at Jordan College, and stle eps and out of t sunligree boulevard. And as soon as s straigo to ills Oxford.

        Forty minutes later ser; but time srump card "You just ask Dr. Malone," sly. "ts all you got to do, ask ell you."

        ter turo elepgly as tons and spoke into it. t even give o sit in, like a real Oxford college, just a big er, as if it was a shop.

        "All rig; said ter, turning back. "S go anyw;

        "No, I ," stle girl doing w sold.

        At top of tairs, t as sing , it opened and tly being her in.

        Sered, puzzled. t tory, it ed.

        S;Lyra, they know you came

        to see me yesterday—I dont knoer, but I dont like it s going on?"

        "o see you?"

        "I dont kno kno I kne;

        "Oo ts easy."

        "But w is going on?”

        A side: "Dr. Malone? ;

        "Yes," Dr. Malone called. "I    s;

        to be so anxious, t Lyra, but per used to danger.

        tly, and sried to smile    her eyes remained hard and suspicious.

        "; s;Youre Lyra, are you?"

        "Yeas your name?"

        "Im Sergeant Clifford. e along in."

        Lyra t ting as if it    s     a t. S be    ter ed o do, and it    tood doubtfully in the doorway.

        In tall poe eyebrows. Lyra kneo was a Scholar.

        "e in, Lyra," said Sergeant Cliffain. "Its all rigor alters."

        "; said t;Ive been    you from Dr. Malone o ask you a feions, if ts all rig;

        " sort of questions?" she said.

        "Not," ;e and sit do;

        oanding nearby. Pantalaimon, cricket-formed in Lyras breast pocket, ated; s , and remor didnt s to o keep still.

        "; said Ior alters.

        If so c s say another.

        t to kno once. S of the place ill had e from.

        "incer," she said.

        "Youve been in t you, Lyra?" said tor. " those bruises?

        t?"

        "No," said Lyra.

        "Do you go to sc;

        "Yeaimes," she added.

        "S you be at scoday?"

        S Dr. Malone,    and unhappy.

        "I just came o see Dr. Malone," Lyra said.

        "Are you staying in Oxford, Lyra? aying?"

        "it; s;Just friends."

        "s t;

        "I dont knoly s called. I    find it easy, but I t remember treet."

        ";

        "Just friends of my fat; she said.

        "O;

        "Cause my fat, and ;

        It o it and lie more fluently.

        "And s s;

        "Yea."

        "Youre ied in t sort of t;

        "Yea;

        "You going to be a stist w;

        t sort of question deserved a blank stare, .    discerted.    to Lyra.

        "And    w Dr. Malone s;

        "ell, sort of, but I kneo expect"

        "Because of your fat;

        "Yea;

        "Yes, quite. Do you uand it?"

        "Some of it"

        "Your fato dark matter, t;

        "Yes."

        " as far as Dr. Malone?"

        "Not in tter, but t engine    got one of t;

        "Is ill staying ;

        "Yes, ;

        And sopped. S once sake.

        So did t in a moment to stop    but some tripped and fell, blog tor. It gave Lyra time to dart out, slam t beilt for tairs.

        ts came out of a door, and so talaimo fligairs into t as ter put ter calling out "Oy! Stop t;

        But to lift    t to t and catch her.

        And be doors    so fast, s— And t turn! Pantalaimon s he wrong side!

        S in fear and turle    to turn, and got it to move just in time to avoid ter,    and a through.

        Across tires; into tall buildings, and tions. But s beening!

        Into a garden, over a fealaimon skimming over, calling to o go; croucsteps     came rag past, and s ing, , and so fit; and Pantalaimon said, "Baoo t;

        So s out of    te, into tires squealed on t tree-lined road of tall Victorian he park.

        Sopped to gain all    of one of t its foot, and s tucked closely in u.

        "S; Pantalaimon said. "Dr. Malo in t t;

        "O; s;I s    about ill. I s;

        "S ; he said severely.

        "I kno too ..."

        But s got time to berate alaimon fluttered to ;Look out—be; and immediately co a cricket again and dived into .

        Sood, ready to run, and saly to t beside o dart iion, but t was a face she reized.

        "Lizzie," said t;o see you again.    I give you a lift anyw;

        And o make room beside alaimon ton, but s in at once, clutc.

        "You look as if youre in a ; ; to go?"

        "Up Summerto; s;please."

        t t and p in t from t and moved a all.

        "So ; t;Did you find out more about t;

        "Yea; sing to see out of tten atle riumph.

        "I made some inquiries too," ;An ant friend of miells me t t several otion, as hem are very old indeed.

        Nea;

        "Yeas ; Lyra said,    alking about.

        "And ;

        " friend?" said Lyra, alarmed. old    ill too?

        "taying ;

        "O;

        " does s?"

        "O. Sudies dark matter," said Lyra, still not quite in trol. In t ell lies t. And somet     place it.

        "Dark matter?" ;ing! I sa t in times terious stuff, and nobody kno is! And your friend

        is on track of it, is s;

        "Yes. S about it."

        "And o do later on, Lizzie? Are you going in for poo?" , "I mig; said Lyra. "It depends."

        tly and slohe car down.

        "ell, o; said t;o be dropped?"

        "O up past t; said Lyra. "t;

        tur into Sout, could you, Allan," said the old man.

        "Very good, sir," said the chauffeur.
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