Over t feed a dozen plans and dismissed tiently; for to sto? to be sure, tories to expect all kinds of s, tever t so get to t, and leaving t traveling tian way.

    And even if s to t on  sto o  and o high Brazil.

    Meanalizing ion ceers for ting force. Sered Roger van Poppel ions about tores to take:  place to get arctic maps?

    t ed to er, t er turally no one could say , Lyra attaco Farder Coram.

    “I td be best if I  to and Mr. de Ruyters messages.”

    ook pity on te little girl and didnt send her away.

    Instead alked to ened to her memories of Oxford and of Mrs.

    Coulter, and cer.

    “ book he symbols in?” she asked him one day.

    “In heidelberg,” he said.

    “And is t the one?”

    “t ts the one Ive seen.”

    “I bet theres one in Bodleys Library in Oxford,” she said.

    Sake  beautiful daemon salaimon ,  Sop  and richly furred.

    touc lit up more saouc fur, to rub  it, but of course s  breaciquette imaginable to touc touc; but tion against act  so deep t even in battle no ouc terly forbidden. Lyra couldnt remember o be told t: s kne, as instinctively as s t nausea  good. So alted on  migest move to touch her, and never would.

    Sopiful as Farder Coram

    leaning on ticks, and rembled constantly like an aspen leaf. o love ed her.

    “s t er, one sunny morning in . “It keeps coming back to t.”

    “ten a clue ts t little old top of it?”

    She screwed up her eyes and peered.

    “ts a skull!”

    “So  might mean?”

    “Deat death?”

    “ts rig deat, after time, he second one.”

    “Dyou knoiced, Farder Coram? tops t round it kind of tc stops. Is t saying its then?”

    “Probably.  are you asking it, Lyra?”

    “Im a topped, surprised to find t sually been asking a question  realizing it. “I just put tures toget Mr. de Ruyter, see....And I put toget and to ask ting on h his spying, and—”

    “hree symbols?”

    “Because I t t  you kind of distill, and t of ts ted to t tion in my mind, and topped at deat could be really working, Farder Coram?”

    “Its  knole art. I wonder if—”

    Before ence, t knock at tian man came in.

    “Beg pardon, Farder Coram, t come back, and hes sore wounded.”

    “er,” said Farder Coram. “s happened?”

    “ speak,” said tter come, Farder Coram, cause  last long, hes a bleeding inside.”

    Farder Coram and Lyra exc, but only for a second, and t on icks as fast as oo, ience.

    to a boat tied up at t jetty, s important t Jacobs got to say, mistress.”

    So t tood back,  on tc lay a man  and whose eyes were glazed.

    “Ive sent for t agitate er  just a fees ago.”

    “er now?”

    “ying up. It was o send for you.”

    “Quite right. Now, Jacob, can ye hear me?”

    Jacobs eyes rolled to look at Farder Coram sitting on te bunk, a foot or two away.

    “hello, Farder Coram,” he murmured.

    Lyra looked at , and sill beside  not asleep, for her eyes were open and glazed like his.

    “ happened?” said Farder Coram.

    “Benjamins dead,” came tured.”

    opped speaking, aking strengt  on:

    “e o try of t t ters s whe orders was coming from....”

    opped again.

    “You captured some Gobblers?” said Farder Coram.

    Jacob nodded, and cast   o speak to  it imes, and she spoke now.

    “e caugell us  it o Lapland....”

    So stop and pant briefly, tle c fluttering, before she could go on.

    “And so told us about try of theology and Lord Boreal.

    Benjamin said o try and Frans Broekman and tom Mend about Lord Boreal.”

    “Did t?”

    “e dont kno  before , and for all om  near Lord Boreal.”

    “Come back to Benjamin,” said Farder Coram, ting harsher and seeing his eyes close in pain.

    Jacobs daemon gave a little mey and love, and took a step or t on faintly:

    “Benjamin and Gerard and us  to try at e tle side door, it not being fiercely guarded, and ayed on cside  in. t been in but a minute o us for ook our knife and ran in after  ful movements; and  about, but tion above, and a fearful cry, and Benjamin and aircase above us, ugging and a fluttering to  all in vain, for tone floor and bot.

    “And  see anyt too terrified and stunned to move, and t do our shin....”

    ter, and a groan came from tly pulled back terpane, and truding from Jacobs sted blood. t and t t only six inc faint.

    t and voices outside on tty.

    Farder Coram sat up and said, “he physician, Jacob. ell leave you now.

    ell alk wter.”

    . Lyra stuck close to ty, because ting.

    Farder Coram gave orders for Peter o go at once to Johen said:

    “Lyra, as soon as  alk about t aleter. You go and occupy yourself elsewhere, child; well send for you.”

    Lyra o to sit and to ter. S pleased or proud to be able to read ter— sever po needle sop, it kneelligent being.

    “I reckon its a spirit,” Lyra said, and for a moment sempted to ttle to the fen.

    “Id see a spirit if talaimon. “Like t old g in Godsto w.”

    “t,” said Lyra reprovingly. “You cant see all of em. Any t them, remember.”

    “t was only a nig.”

    “It . ts all rig. But ss moving t t sort of spirit.”

    “It mig be a spirit,” said Pantalaimon stubbornly.

    “ell,  be?”

    “It mig migary particles.” She scoffed.

    “It could be!” ed. “You remember t pomill t at Gabriel?

    ell, then.”

    At Gabriel College t kept on tar of tory, covered (no about it)  cloter. S  t of tion tercessor lifted to reveal in too distant to see, until ring attaco a ster above, letting a ray of sunligo strike tly. t became clear: a little te on t began to ruck it.

    It illustrated a moral lesson, tercessor explained, and  on to explain  es later Lyra ten t s forgotten ttle , and all done by tons, said to Jordan.

    So peralaimon icles could pusomill around, no doubt t  it still troubled her.

    “Lyra! Lyra!”

    It ony Costa, o ty.

    “Come over  to go and see Jo ts urgent.”

    Sroubled.