“old you who he is?”

    “Only   trollesund .”

    “, if  committed a great crime, he bears by now.”

    “old me their king was called lofur Raknison.”

    “lofur Raknison became king o rule; but reaties;  as bears do, in ice forts, but in a ne palace; alks of excions and developing tle. Some say t o t even if , o t adds to ation for craft and subtlety.”

    “ did lorek do? See, one reason I love lorek, its because of my fat o me told me   came about.”

    “t   lorek ronger. For all to recognize superior force in anoto it, but for some reason t do it. Some say t lofur Raknison . At any rate, ted, and lorek Byrnison alloo master him.

    t o judge;  killed.”

    “So ot lofur Raknison from t Jordan, cause o t  it ricked o t you knoo me once t bears couldnt be tricked, and s I couldnt trick  sounds as if tricked, rick bears, maybe people cant. Except...t trollesund, tricked  t ole his armor?”

    “ like people, perricked,” said Serafina Pekkala. “ like bears, per. No bear s. lorek Byrnison drank to forget t  rollesund people trick him.”

    “Aisfied  idea. S  limit, and so find confirmation of y. “ts clever of you,” s  if you  told me. I ter.”

    t s.

    “Serafina Pekkala,” ser some time, “? Cause it seems to me t all troubles about Dust, only no ones told me  is.”

    “I dont knoold c Dust. All I can tell you is t .

    Mrs. Coulter is not a priest, of course, but s of terium, and it ion Board and persuaded to pay for Bolvangar, because of erest in Dust. e cant understand  it. But tood. e see tartars making  trangeness of it. So Dust may be strange, and  it, but  fret and tear t to examine it. Leave t to the Church.”

    “to alking alaimon, in t  mig er, and t of tomill on tar at Gabriel College, and ary particles pustle vanes around.

    tercessor t tary particles and religion. “Could be,” s C, after all. But most C ent old, as far as I know.

    I wonder if Lord Asriel migell me....”

    She yawned.

    “I better lie do I never been t die if I get any colder.”

    “the furs.”

    “Yeao die, Id rat  blade t t ....e bot   do of ensity of to the sleeping Roger.

    And so travelers sailed on, sleeping in ted balloon, tos of Svalbard.

    Serafina Pekkala called to t, and  once, groggy  a of t t somet rong ed tco . If t go, t off course at once, and to judge by  t to nearly a hundred miles an hour.

    “ion, and so cold t every part of her body was numb.

    S c t of an anbaric lantern, Lee Scoresby o a strut and pull at a rope leading up into tself. ug as if against some obstruction, and looked up into ting dark before looping t on the suspension ring.

    “Im letting out some gas!” ed to Serafina Pekkala. “ell go down.

    ere oo high.”

    tcurn, but again Lyra couldnt . Roger oo; t  sleeper, never mind talaimon clung togets, and Lyra concentrated on lying still and not leaping up in fear.

    “S all rig do  some matc. I pinc tc Bolvangar.”

    tainly descending, because ter in t fle, and t once. It  fog Lyra er a moment or t unlooped t and let go. It sprang uping and t a mighump from somewhere far above.

    Lee Scoresby saw her wide eyes.

    “ts ted. “It o he gas in.

    dota top, and we lose buoyancy and go down.”

    “Are we nearly—”

    S finisure  to   came s of abominable stink. Lyra ime to scream, even, before lorek Byrnison reac a fell out of t and vanish a shriek.

    “Cliff-g,” said lorek briefly.

    t moment Serafina Pekkala appeared, and clung to t, speaking urgently.

    “ts are attacking. ell bring to t defend ourselves. theyre—”

    But Lyra didnt  of ed sideerrific bloacked, lorek put out a great pao  ing so violently. Serafina Pekkala he noise was appalling:

    over every ots, and Lyra saling past, and smelled tench.

    t it to t began to sink ening speed, spinning all t felt as if torn loose from t being tossed rapidly from side to side as if tween rock walls.

    t tol directly in t; and t igo lorek Byrnisons fur e fear. le of t like a tormented animal, all filled th hideous noise.

    t jolt of all, and s altogether.

    orn loose, and all t of angle t s tell wigals—

    It ered t se still for several seconds before feebly spitting out t as feebly until ttle space to breathe in.

    Noto be ing in particular; s felt utterly breathless.

    Cautiously sried to move , arms, legs, and to raise her head.

    Stle, because ill filled , as if on eac off and peered out.

    Ss hs.

    tant cries of ts, he crash of waves on rocks, some way off.

    “lorek!” s and sried again, but no one answered. “Roger!” s.

    S  of course salaimon crept out of o keep her company.

    “Ive cer,” s all righings broken.”

    “ere lost, Pan!” ss? And Mr. Scoresby sing em? God hey come down here....”

    “e better try and find t,” he said, “maybe.”

    “e better not call out,” s no maybe I better not in case they hear us. I wish I knew where we were.”

    “e mig like it if . “e mig ttom of a cliff s at top to see us whe fog clears.”

    S around, once sed a fees, and found t so one side t fifty yards off, by t, and from ill came ts, t seemed to be abating a little. Salaimons owl eyes were helpless.

    Stle, and found not rock and snos.

    “t  vanished,” she whispered.

    Pantalaimon pro-formed, a little farttered sand already freezing hard.

    “Ballast,” Lyra said. “ve slung em off to fly up again....”

    So subdue t, or t, or both.

    “Oened,” sheyre safe.”

    o  into  be seen. Surned to see  was.

    “lorek!”

    But s  lorek Byrnison at all. It range bear, clad in polis frozen into frost, and .

    ood still, about six feet away, and s she really was finished.

    tirred more s of tood still, clenctle s.

    t move until t one said, “Your name?”

    “Lyra.”

    “here have you come from?”

    “the sky.”

    “In a balloon?”

    “Yes.”

    “Come h us. You are a prisoner. Move, now. Quickly.”

    eary and scared, Lyra began to stumble over talk  of this.