Jo trollesund, t of Lapland. tce in to t least trality, it o rescue tive children.

    o Lyra and Farder Coram t day,  te streams of foam as t on t and movement, s little sickness at all; and no Pantalaimon s of being a seagull and tormy petrel and skimming tops, Lyra oo absorbed by o wallow in landlubberly misery.

    Jo in tern of talking about o do next.

    “Noc mistaken, tion there.”

    “ts rig y years back, but ts noto a co many times t.”

    “ o bring tion about, Farder Coram?” said Adam Stefanski, ting troop.

    “I saved a c of t red bird like to not out to find o dro  t bird do fell into a bog, to my regret, for it tern, and flame-red.”

    “Aured by Farder Corams story.

    “Now, w ,”  on, “I  grim s young woman had no daemon.”

    It . tled or salaimon crept into Lyras arms, ts beating together.

    “At least,” Farder Coram said, “ts  seemed. Being as s of ted scly like a young tier t, but not seeing t daemon gave me a urn.”

    “Ent t daemons tcher man, Michael Canzona.

    “t,” said Adam Stefanski. “ime, and Farder Coram never saw him.”

    “No, youre  all. tco separate ty sig c been resting above an  s my belief, tted to t t red bird I s c. Lord! t made me s of t. Id ayed my aken any measures on sea or land; but t was.

    Any Id saved oken of it, and said I o call on  ions, too....I  seen  day to t shell remember.”

    “And does s trollesund, tch?”

    “No, no. ts and on tundra, not in a seaport among men and  t o  about t.”

    Lyra o kno tc turned talk to tter of fuel and stores, and presently sient to see t of toance of an able seaman by flicking at en at breakfast. out and placid man, and urn, t friends.  t o do prevented you from feeling seasick, and t even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it ion, and later on ss on   in a seamanlike ow”

    instead of “tidy” for the process of doing so.

    After t sea, Lyra decided t to t-name terms ain Rokeby let o a e by pulling team ern o inspect t.

    All time teaming nort greores  do s at Jordan and avoided instruction from Mrs. Lonsdale. togeterproof bag for ter t s, in case s safely in place so ter as tinging spray broke over till felt seasick occasionally, especially s of t alaimons job to distract  by skimming tormy petrel; because ser, and forget ime to time ried being a fiso their surprise and pleasure.

    Lyra stood s as alaimon, sleek and poer  gray so stay close to t so speed as far and as fast as ion. S for   simple pleasure, for t too. Suppose  would shen?

    ed tco look out at ttle girls daemon skimming and leaping ucked under an.  Lyra was feeling.

    “I remember  to sea, my Belisaria  settled on one form, I  young, and stle like t. t vessel led as a dolper.  navigator you ever kne t   it. e ill  sea.”

    “o settle?” Lyra said. “I  Pantalaimon to be able to change forever. So does he.”

    “Atled, and ts part of growing up.

    time  a settled kind of form for him.”

    “I never will!”

    “O to groions for a settled form.”

    “ are they?”

    “Knoake old Belisaria. S means Im a kind of seagull too. Im not grand and splendid nor beautiful, but Im a toug of food and company. ts  is. And  of person you are.”

    “But suppose your daemon settles in a s like?”

    “ell, tented, ent you? ty of folk asd like to ill to be satisfied  to be fretful about it. aste of feeling, t is.”

    But it didnt seem to Lyra t she would ever grow up.

    One morning t smell in to side instead of te after s trange siger all t er, for t sea a fe as if tly aain rose, green flanked and snotle toory spire, cranes in t mixed  came land smells too: pine resin and eart  mig h.

    Seals frisked around ter before sinking back  a splas lifted spray off te-capped rously cold, and searc every gap in Lyras  oo cold to stay outside for long  o do, even to c beloo eat  porridge and look the saloon.

    Inside ter  ter Lyra began to feel unsteady from tion. Salaimon avidly cohe quayside.

    During t o a quiet background rumble, voices sed orders or queries, ropes ches opened.

    “Come on, Lyra,” said Farder Coram. “Is everything packed?”

    Lyras possessions, suco do o the shopping bag, and she was ready.

    t to visit tc didnt take long to find it; ttle toered around tory and tced  jangled loudly in t street.

    A servant so a little parlor and brougly to greet t man , le serpent, tense and brilliant green as c  sure co look like.

    “how can I help you, Farder Coram?” he said.

    “In t, Im anxious to get in toucc some years ago, in try of Eastern Anglia. her name is Serafina Pekkala.”

    Dr. Lanselius made a note h a silver pencil.

    “ing h her?” he said.

    “Must be forty years. But I think she would remember.”

    “And he second way in which you seek my help?”

    “Im representing a number of gyptian families o believe tion capturing to to know whis a going on.”

    Dr. Lanselius sipped his coffee blandly.

    “Its not impossible t notice of some sucivity might have come our way,”

    ions betly cordial. It  for me to justify disturbing them.”

    Farder Coram nodded as if ood very well.

    “to be sure,”   be necessary for me to ask you if I could get tion any ot c.”

    Noc and respect. t, and s tco a decision.

    “Very rue, and youll realize t your name is not unknoo us, Farder Coram. Serafina Pekkala is queen of a cion, it is of course understood t tion is not reachrough me.”

    “Quite so.”

    “ell, in toion called tion Company, o be searc ion Board of London. tion, I o knos children.

    t generally knoo is not officially a. t remain aken some distance inland.”

    “Do you know where, Dr. Lanselius?”

    “No. I ell you if I did.”

    “And do you knohere?”

    For t time, Dr. Lanselius glanced at Lyra. Solidly back. ttle green serpent daemon raised ongue-flickeringly in his ear.

    tadt process in connection ter. I t in order to avoid calling s proper name. I ercision, but  refers to I could not say.”

    “And are to t?” said Farder Coram.

    roking  alert in iced t sopped purring.

    “No, I t,” said Dr. Lanselius. “A group of about t terday.”

    “A as t? t gives us a bit of ravel, Dr. Lanselius?”

    “By sledge.”

    “And you ?”

    “Very little. It is not a subject erested in.”

    “Quite so. Noions very fairly, sir, and  one more. If you ion ches?”

    For t time Dr. Lanselius smiled.

    “I he services of an armored bear,” he said.

    Lyra sat up, and felt Pantalaimons  leap in her hands.

    “I understood to be in tion Board,”

    said Farder Coram in surprise. “I mean, tever themselves.”

    “t least one  at treet.  t, but sucemper and t mig last for long.”

    “Is hen?”

    “It seems so.  I old you. Noo employ an armored bear, even if it e this.”

    Lyra could  still. Farder Coram, iquette for meetings sucook anote. e it, Dr. Lanselius turned to Lyra.

    “I understand t you are in possession of an aleter,” o  surprise; for ?

    “Yes,” sed by a nip from Pantalaimon, added, “ould you like to look at it?”

    “I s very much.”