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crumbs and the sticky rings where drinks had been carelessly put down. Dirty plates and cutlery were stacked on a steel trolley. There were no windows, so to give an illusion of light and space one wall was covered in a huge photogram showing a tropical beach, with bright blue sky and white sand and coconut palms.
The man who had brought her in was collecting a tray from a serving hatch.
"Eat up," he said.
There was no you eaten enough?"
"Yes, thank you."
"I'd like you to tell me where you come from. Can you do that?"
"London," she said.
"And what are you doing so far north?"
"With my father," she mumbled. She kept her eyes down, avoiding the gaze of need to starve, so she ate the stew and mashed potatoes with relish. There was a bowl of tinned peaches and ice cream to follow. As she ate, the man and the nurse talked quietly at another table, and when she had finished, the nurse brought her a glass of warm milk and took the tray away.The man came to sit down opposite. His daemon, the marmot, was not blank and incurious as the nurse's dog had been, but sat politely on his shoulder watching and listening."Now, Lizzie," he said. "Have

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And then she brushed the tears away angrily and sniffed hard. He nestled in her arms, and she knew she would rather die than let them be parted and face that sadness again; it would send her mad with terror. If she died, "Well?"
"Lord Faa and Farder Coram have gone to try and get your armor for you."
He didn't move or speak. It was clear what he thought of their chances.
"I know where it is, though," she said, "and if I told you, maybe you could get it by yourself, I don't know."
"How do you know where it is?"they'd still be together, like the Scholars in the crypt at Jordan.Then girl and daemon looked up at the solitary bear. He had no daemon. He was alone, always alone. She felt such a stir of pity and gentleness for him that she almost reached out to touch his matted pelt, and only a sense of courtesy toward those cold ferocious eyes prevented her."lorek Byrnison," she said.

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table, noted the places where the needle stopped, and watched the little girl holding her hair back from her face and biting her lower lip just a little, her eyes following the needle at first but then, when its path was settled, looking elsewhere on the dial. Not randomly, though. Farder Coram was a chess player, and he knew how chess players . An expert player seemed to see lines of force and influence on the board, and with big eyes and a tail curled around the twig it stood on. It repeated the sequence time after time, while Lyra watched.
"What's that lizard mean?" said Farder Coram, breaking into her concentration.
"It don't make sense....! can see what it says, but I must be misreading it. The thunderbolt I think is anger, and the child ...I think it's me...l was getting a meaning for that lizard looked along the important lines and ignored the weak ones; and Lyra's eyes moved the same way, according to some similar magnetic field that she could see and he couldn't.The needle stopped at the thunderbolt, the infant, the serpent, the elephant, and at a creature Lyra couldn't find a name for: a sort of lizard

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you spoke of as being sought, the one as is sitting in the front row now. I heard as all the folk living around the edge of the fens is having their
houses The man stood obstinately frowning, but said nothing.
"Well, perhaps you would, and perhaps you wouldn't," John Faa continued. "But if any man or woman needs a reason for doing good, ponder on this. That little girl is the daughter turned upside down on her account. I heard there's a move in Parliament this very day to rescind our ancient privileges on account of this child. Yes, friends," he said, over the babble of shocked whispers, "they're a going to pass a law doing away with our right to free movement in and out the fens. Now, Lord Faa, what we want to know is this: who is this child on account of which we might come to such a pass? She en't a gyptian child, not as I heard. How comes it that a landloper child can put us all in danger?"Lyra looked up at John Faa's massive frame. Her heart was thumping so much she could hardly hear the first words of his reply."Now spell it out, Raymond, don't be shy," he said. "You want us to give this child up to them she's a fleeing from, is that right?"

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muffled at once.
"Well?" she whispered, and he became a goldfinch on her shoulder.
"Are we going to run away?" he whispered back.
"'Courseand spy," she whispered. "As soon as it's clear, we'll have to run. Be a moth," she added. "Remember, the second there's no one looking..."
She opened the door a crack and he crawled out, dark against the warm pink light in the corridor.
Meanwhile, she hastily flung on the warmest clothes she had and stuffed some more into one of the coal-silk bags from the fash nable shop they'd visited that very . If we do it now with all these people about, she might not notice for a while.""He will."Pantalaimon meant Mrs. Coulter's daemon. When Lyra thought of his lithe golden shape, she felt ill with fear."I'll fight him this time," Pantalaimon said boldly. "I can change and he can't. I'll change so quickly he won't be able to keep hold. This time I'll win, you'll see."Lyra nodded distractedly. What should she wear? How could she get out without being seen?"You'll have to go

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Master and the Librarian were old friends and allies, and it was their habit, after a difficult episode, to take a glass of brantwijn and console each other. So after they'd seen Lord Asriel away, they strolled to the Master's lodging and?"
"Yes. Of murder."
"Hardly anyone would be happy at that idea, Charles. The question was whether doing that would be worse than the consequences of not doing it. Well, some providence has intervened, and it hasn't happened. I'm only sorry I burdened you with the knowledge settled in his study with the curtains drawn and the fire refreshed, their daemons in their familiar places on knee or shoulder, and prepared to think through what had just happened."Do you really believe he knew about the wine?" said the Librarian."Of course he did. I have no idea how, but he knew, and he spilled the decanter himself. Of course he did.""Forgive me, Master, but I can't help being relieved. I was never happy about the idea of...""Of poisoning him

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And Lee saw him mistily, one soldier of the Imperial Guard creeping away from his company's defeat.
"I cain't shoot a away and the six or seven others who were the only remnant of the Guard, and who hadn't dared come closer to the man holding the ravine, were engulfed by the fire that fell on them.
Lee saw the fireball and heard through the roar in his ears Hester saying, "That's all of 'em, Lee."
He said, or thought, "Those poor men didn't have to come to this, nor did we."
She said, "We held 'em off. We held out. We're a-helping Lyra."
Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.man in the back," Lee said."Shame to die with one bullet left, though."So he took aim with his last bullet at the zeppelin itself, still roaring and straining to rise with its one engine, and the bullet must have been red-hot, or maybe a burning brand from the forest below was wafted to the airship on an updraft; for the gas suddenly billowed into an orange fireball, and the envelope and the metal skeleton rose a little way and then tumbled down very slowly, gently, but full of a fiery death.And the man creeping