lofur iced. o taunt lorek, calling -eaten, soon-to-die, and ot and left ep at a time, and to crouche jeering bear-king.
Lyra ears. o die, and s do reac see a face urned away.
So s ears kept o certainly seen by lofur.
Because lorek o find clean dry footing and a firm rock to leap up from, and t arm trick a bear, but, as Lyra to be a bear, ed to be a man; and lorek ricking him.
At last ed: a firm rock deep-anc. it, tensing .
It came ingly toly side.
t rengttle stir in ter, but errifying tible po lofur, exploding up the exposed jaw of lofur Raknison.
It ore t of it fletering blood drops in the snow many yards away.
lofurs red tongue lolled doeless, eet, and ing ttering it do ters edge.
teeth.
tual yet to perform. lorek sliced open tected c, peeling to expose te and red ribs like timbers of an upturned boat. Into t lofurs , red and steaming, and ate it t of lofurs subjects.
tion, pandemonium, a cruso pay o lofurs conqueror.
lorek Byrnisons voice rose above the clamor.
“Bears! ho is your king?”
And t of all ttering storm:
“lorek Byrnison!”
t t do. Every single badge and sas once and trampled contemptuously underfoot, to be forgotten in a moment. true bears, not uncertain semi-orturing inferiority. to to blocks of marble from topmost totlemented y fists until tones came loose, and to crasty below.
lorek ignored to attend to before amping on t snoo to stop smas lorek did, and once.
“human prisoners?” lorek said.
“Yes—lofur Raknison put t to come out first and get ser somewhe falling rocks—”
lorek gave s orders, and some bears o to release turned to lorek.
“Let me to make sure you ent too badly , lorek dear—os an a on your belly—”
A bear laid a moutiff green stuff, ted, on t loreks feet.
“Bloodmoss,” said lorek. “Press it in t and till it freezes.”
let any bears attend to e t, and se to over t bear-king, packing in till it stopped bleeding. tens anched.
And by t time toget. t in talking to to kno to do. And s to distract lorek, s Roger, and about Lee Scoresby and tcired.... S t t to keep out of the way.
So s corner of t ground alaimon as a o keep to sleep.
Somet, and a strange bear voice said, “Lyra Silvertongue, ts you.”
S open ; but Pantalaimon licked to melt to see to .
Sried to stand, but fell over twice.
to offer o stay on eep hollow, where many bears were assembled.
And among to Pantalaimon.
“Roger!” she said.
“lorek Byrnison made me stay out to fetc ter you fell out, carried miles and miles, and t some more gas out and ain, and old me about ....”
Lyra looked around. Under tion of an older bear, ter out of drifto o do. One of triking a flint to light a fire.
“the young bear who had woken Lyra.
A fres open o find te one ra and delicious beyond imagining.
“Eat too,” said tore off a piece for tasted of cream flavored s. Roger ated, but folloes Lyra o be warm.
iping lorek in sight.
“lorek Byrnison is speaking s to see you wen. Follow me.”
o a spot at ter of a group of older bears, and o greet her.
“Lyra Silvertongue,” I am being told.”
explain o t treated esy, as if s proud beyond measure to sit beside flickered gracefully in tion of the bears.
It turned out t lofur Raknisons dominance over them had been like a spell.
Some of t it doo ter, it, and given lofur various presents.
“Sly to himself.”
about er here was more.
“t prevent certain t so do, but apply on Svalbard. Sed to set up anotation o allo, against all tom of ted, or been imprisoned, but never lived and le by little so increase il y to guard tion so create....”
t was an old bear speaking. his name was S0ren Eisarson, and he was a counselor, one who had suffered under lofur Raknison.
“ is s will her plans be?”
Lyra took out ter. t muc to see it by, and lorek commanded t a torc.
“ o Mr. Scoresby?” Lyra said ches?”
“tctacked by anotc knoo tters, but trolling our skies in vast numbers, and ttacked in torm. I didnt see er I fell out aking . But your symbol reader ell you e is.”
A bear pulled up a sledge on of it. t at once, and in its glare Lyra turned ter and asked about Lee Scoresby.
It turned out t ill aloft, borne by to s and off tch clan.
Lyra told lorek, and isfied.
“If of Mrs. Coulter?”
ted, o symbol in a sequence t made Lyra puzzle for a long time. t restrained by t for lorek Byrnison, and t of o tric trance.
ttern of it, was dismaying.
“It says s us flying t a transport zeppelin ts armed s it—and to Svalbard rig kno about lofur Raknison being beaten, of course, but scell from ts. So I reckon to...to pretend to really so take over poartars ts a coming by sea, and theyll be here in a couple of days.
“And as soon as so o s coming clear noood before, lorek! Its o kill Lord Asriel: its because s o do, and s, and ss to do it rol before must be ty in t must be! Srying to get to it first! And nos telling me something else....”
S over trument, concentrating furiously as ted t. It moved almost too fast to follo stop, and nickering dialogue beturning the Aurora was.
“Yes,” sting trument doion. “Yes, I see says.
Ser me again.
Ss somet, because Lord Asriel s it too. t for t, is...”
Sopped to take a deep breatroubling kno ant er itself, because after all, Mrs. Coulter ed it, and be? And yet it , because ter o itself, and t it.
“I suppose its ter,” ss all along. Ive got to take it to Lord Asriel before ss it. If ss it, well all die.”
As s, s so tired, so bone-deep to die ting it.
S ter a up straight.
“how far away is she ?” said lorek.
“Just a feo take ter to Lord Asriel as soon as I can.”
“I h you,” said lorek.
S argue. o accompany t of t still, conserving t somet of last reading. S, and presently t off.