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You had to climb my tree, and I rescued you," said the dryad smoothly. "How lucky for you. And for your friend, perhaps?"
"Friend?"
"The little man with the magic box," said the dryad.
"Oh, sure, him, which was a figure arrived at after two hundred years of cautious experimentation.
He had gingerly opened the Book, which was chained to the octiron pedestal in the middle of the rune-strewn floor not lest someone steal it, but lest it escape for it was the Octavo," said Rincewind vaguely. "Yeah, I hope he's okay.""He needs your help.""He usually does. Did he make it to a tree too?""He made it to the Temple of Bel-Shamharoth."Rincewind choked on his wine. His ears tried to crawl into his head in terror of the syllables they had just heard. The Soul Eater-before he could stop them the memories came galloping back. Once, while a student of practical magic at Unseen University, and for a bet, he'd slipped into the little room off the main library - the room with walls covered in protective lead pentagrams, the room no-one was allowed to occupy for more than four minutes and thirty-two seconds

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Where are we?" Lyra heard him call. She was half-waking herself, uneasy because of the motion, and so cold that every part of her body was numb.
She couldn't hear the witch's reply, but through her half-closed hood she saw, in the light of an anbaric lantern, Lee Scoresby , but again Lyra couldn't hear it. Roger was waking too; the creaking of the basket was enough to wake the deepest sleeper, never mind the rocking and bumping. Roger's daemon and Pantalaimon clung together like marmosets, and Lyra concentrated on lying still and not leaping up in fear.
'"S all right," Roger said, sounding much more cheerful than she was. "Soon's we get down we can make a fire and get warm. I got some matches in me pocket. I pinched 'em out the kitchen at Bolvangar."hold on to a strut and pull at a rope leading up into the gas bag itself. He gave a sharp tug as if against some obstruction, and looked up into the buffeting dark before looping the rope around a cleat on the suspension ring."I'm letting out some gas!" he shouted to Serafina Pekkala. "We'll go down. We're way too high."The witch called something in return

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Lyra moaned and trembled uncontrollably, just as if she had been pulled out of water so cold that her heart had nearly frozen. Pantalaimon simply lay against her bare skin, inside her clothes, loving her back to herself, but aware all "Cry as much as you need to, darling," said that soft voice, and Lyra determined to stop as soon as she possibly could. She struggled to hold back the tears, she pressed her lips the time of Mrs. Coulter, busy preparing a drink of something, and most of all of the golden monkey, whose hard little fingers had run swiftly over Lyra's body when only Pantalaimon could have noticed; and who had felt, around her waist, the oilskin pouch with its contents."Sit up, dear, and drink this," said Mrs. Coulter, and her gentle arm slipped around Lyra's back and lifted her.Lyra clenched herself, but relaxed almost at once as Pantalaimon thought to her: We're only safe as long as we pretend. She opened her eyes and found that they'd been containing tears, and to her surprise and shame she sobbed and sobbed.Mrs. Coulter made sympathetic sounds and put the drink into the monkey's hands while she mopped Lyra's eyes with a scented handkerchief.

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with the rest, dear," she said. "We'll have a quick little look to see you're nice andno frostbite or sniffles, and then we'll find some nice clean clothes. We'll pop you in the shower, too," she added, for Lyra had not changed stopped, feeling the edge of the alethiometer.
"What's this?" she said, and unbuttoned the oilcloth.
"Just a sort of toy," said Lyra. "It's mine."
"Yes, we won't take it away from you, dear," said Sister Clara, unfolding the black velvet. "That's pretty, isn't it, like a compass. Into the shower with you," she went or washed for days, and in the enveloping warmth, that was becoming more and more evident.Pantalaimon fluttered in protest, but Lyra quelled him with a scowl. He settled on the couch as one by one all Lyra's clothes came off, to her resentment and shame; but she still had the presence of mind to conceal it and act dull-witted and compliant."And the money belt, Lizzie," said the nurse, and untied it herself with strong fingers. She went to drop it on the pile with Lyra's other clothes, but

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Farder Coram, I know what it was that I couldn't understand! The alethiometer kept saying bird and not, and that didn't make sense, because it meant no daemon and I didn't see how it could be....What is it?" daemon gone in the course of nature. They've been a trying to dig a grave for him, but the earth's bound like iron. So John Faa ordered a fire built, and they're a going to cremate him, so as not to have him despoiled by carrion eaters."Child, you did a brave thing and a good thing, and I'm proud of you. Now we know what terrible wickedness those people are capable of, we can see our duty plainer than ever. What you must do is rest and eat, because you fell asleep too soon to restore yourself last night, and you have to eat in these temperatures to stop yourself getting weak...."
"Lyra, I'm afraid to tell you this after what you done, but that little boy died an hour ago. He couldn't settle, he couldn't stay in one place; he kept asking after his daemon, where she was, was she a coming soon, and all; and he kept such a tight hold on that bare old piece of fish as if...Oh, I can't speak of it, child; but he closed his eyes finally and fell still, and that was the first time he looked peaceful, for he was like any other dead person then, with theirHe was fussing around, tucking the furs into place, tightening the tension rope across the body of the sledge, running the traces through his hands to untangle them.
"Farder Coram, where is the little boy now? Have they burned him yet?"
"No, Lyra, he's a lying back there."

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boats in Jericho, afore the Gobblers got him."
"Oh, God, Pan, we're safe!" she sobbed, but then a thought rushed into her mind: it was the Costas' boat she'd hijacked that the wildcat Pantalaimon to her breast. He was twisting to look at something, and she followed his gaze, understanding and suddenly curious too: what had happened to the dead men's daemons? They were fading, that was the answer; fading and drifting away like atoms of smoke, for all that they tried to cling to their men. Pantalaimon hid his eyes, and Lyra hurried blindly after Tony Costa.
"What are you doing here?" she said.
"Quiet, gal. There's enough trouble awake without stirring more. We'll day. Suppose he remembered?"Better come along with us," he said. "You alone?""Yeah. I was running away....""All right, don't talk now. Just keep quiet. Jaxer, move them bodies into the shadow. Kerim, look around."Lyra stood up shakily, holding

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Thank you, Master," she said dutifully.
Clutching the bundle to her breast, she left the study by the ga door, looking back briefly once to see the Master's It was only after she'd said goodbye to the few servants who were up, and to Mrs. Lonsdale, that she remembered Roger; and then she felt guilty for not having thought of him once since meeting Mrs. Coulter. How quickly it had all happened! But no doubt Mrs. Coulter would help her look for him, and she was bound to have powerful friends who could get him back from wherever he'd disappeared to. He was bound to turn up eventually. daemon watching her from the windowsill. The sky was lighter already; there was a faint fresh stir in the air."What's that you've got?" said Mrs. Lonsdale, closing the battered little suitcase with a snap."The Master gave it me. Can't it go in the suitcase?" "Too late. I'm not opening it now. It'll have to go in your coat pocket, whatever it is. Hurry on down to the buttery; don't keep them waiting...."

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That'll be the Porter," said Lord Asriel. "Back in the wardrobe. If I hear the slightest noise, I'll make you wish you were dead."
She darted back there at once, and no sooner had she pulled the door shut than Lord Asriel called, "Come in."
As he'd said, it the sort of girl who cried. Instead she gritted her teeth and moved the arm gently until it felt looser.
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"Damn you, Shuter, you careless old fool! Look what you've done!"
Lyra could see, just. Her uncle had managed to knock thewas the Porter."In here, my lord?"Lyra saw the old man standing doubtfully in the doorway, and behind him, the corner of a large wooden box."That's right, Shuter," said Lord Asriel. "Bring them both in and put them down by the table."Lyra relaxed a little, and allowed herself to feel the pain in her shoulder and wrist. It might have been enough to make her cry, if she was

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dazed, and seized his shirt in supplication. He knocked her hand away.
"What did he ever do that you needed to kill him?" he cried. "Tell me that, if you can!"
And she looked at the dead man. Then she looked back at Will and shook her head sadly.
"No, I can't explain," she said. "You're too young. It wouldn't make sense to you. I loved him. That's all. That's enough."
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Murderers!"
"We gonna kill you!"
"You got our knife!"
"You don' come from here!"
"You gonna die!"
Will took no notice. He had the knife out already, and swiftly cut a small window to see where they were—only to recoil at staircase began to bend under the weight of the children crowding on it, and then it swung down and fell with a huge crash. More screams, more confusion; and again the gun went off, but this time by accident, it seemed. Someone had been hit, and the scream was of pain this time, and Will looked down to see a tangle of writhing bodies covered in plaster and dust and blood.once. Lyra looked too, and fell back in disappointment. They were fifty feet or so in the air, high above a main road busy with traffic."Of course," Will said bitterly, "we came up a slope… Well, we're stuck. We'll have to hold them off, that's all."Another few seconds and the first children were crowding in through the door. The sound of their yelling echoed in the temple and reinforced their wildness; and then came a gunshot, enormously loud, and another, and the screaming took another tone, and then the stairs began to shake as the first ones climbed up.Lyra was crouching paralyzed against the wall, but Will still had the knife in his hand. He scrambled over to the opening in the floor and reached down and sliced through the iron of the top step as if it were paper. With nothing to hold it up, the

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And he pressed the silver spoon against the blade. Will, holding the knife, felt only the slightest resistance as the tip of the spoon's handle fell to the table, cut clean off.
"The other edge," the old man went on, "is more subtle still. With it you can cut an opening out of this world altogether. Try it now—like that. It's not only the knife that has to cut, it's your own mind. You have to think it. So do this: Put your mind out at the very tip of the knife. Concentrate, boy. Focus your mind. Don't think about your wound. It will heal. Think about the knife tip. That is where you are. Now feel with it, very gently. You're looking for a gap so small you could never see it with your eyes, but the knife tip will find it, if you put your mind there. Feel along the air till you sense the smallest little gap in the world…". Do as I say—you are the bearer. You have to know. No one can teach you but me, and I have not much time left. Stand up and listen."Will pushed his chair back and stood, holding the knife loosely. He felt dizzy, sick, rebellious."I don't want—" he began, but Giacomo Paradisi shook his head."Be silent! You don't want—you don't want… you have no choice! Listen to me, because time is short. Now hold the knife out ahead of you

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The funding committee decides at the end of the week… Why?"
"'Cause you got tonight, then," said Lyra. "You could fix this engine thing to put words on the screen instead of pictures like I made. You could do that easy. Then you could show 'em, and they'd have to give you the money to carry on. Andthe funding application, I daresay," said Dr. Malone. "No, listen. I want you to come back tomorrow. Can you do that? About the same time? I want you to show someone else."
Lyra narrowed her eyes. Was this a trap? you could find out all about Dust, or Shadows, and tell me. You see," she went on a little haughtily, like a duchess describing an unsatisfactory housemaid, "the alethiometer won't exactly tell me what I need to know. But you could find out for me. Else I could probably do that Ching thing, with the sticks. But pictures are easier to work. I think so, anyway. I'm going to take this off now," she added, and pulled at the electrodes on her head.Dr. Malone gave her a tissue to wipe off the gel, and folded up the wires."So you're going?" she said. "Well, you've given me a strange hour, that's no mistake.""Are you going to make it do words?" Lyra said, gathering up her rucksack."It's about as much use as completing

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Yeah. They have Coke in this world, obviously. Look, I'll drink some to prove it isn't poison."
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, for rescuing Roger, and then for us two, and now that it's over, now that everything's finished, it's just left me... It's gone, Will! I've lost it! It'll never come back!"
She sobbed with desperate abandon. All he could do was hold her. He didn't know how to comfort her, because it was plain that she of this encounter. He and Lyra held each other's hands tightly as the angel came toward them, with the light of another world shining on her. She was unclothed, but that meant nothing. What clothes could an angel wear anyway? Lyra thought. It was impossible to tell if she was old or young, but her expression was austere and compassionate, and both Will and Lyra felt as if she knew them to their hearts.
"Will," she said, "I have come to ask your help."was right.Then both the daemons bristled and looked up. Will and Lyra sensed it, too, and followed their eyes to the sky. A light was moving toward them: a light with wings."It's the angel we saw," said Pantalaimon, guessing.He guessed correctly. As the boy and the girl and the two daemons watched her approach, Xaphania spread her wings wider and glided down to the sand. Will, for all the time he'd spent in the company of Balthamos, wasn't prepared for the strangeness