Mrs. Coulter turned back to ter on ove, he boil.

    Crouco it, tirred it briskly, counting in ill five minutes ook tove and sat doo  for to cool.

    Around  from trom , and so on. tougaining various instruments; and tol in a er.

    tion cooled rapidly in t  blood , s carefully into a metal beaker and carried it to th her.

    Mrs. Coulter placed t beside to seize Pantalaimon if he woke up.

    Lyras o stir: Mrs. Coulter  ter her.

    Sed trands of ed and sly; Pantalaimon moved a little closer to . t Lyras daemon, and tle black fingers tc the

    sleeping bag.

    A look from Mrs. Coulter, and  go and moved back a ly lifted er so t  tering, heavy.

    quot;Roger,quot; s;Roger... ;

    quot;S; ;s;

    ilted it to let a drop moisten tongue sensed it and moved to lick ter let a little more of trickle into Lyras moutting her swallow each sip before allowing her more.

    It took several minutes, but eventually ty, and Mrs. Coulter laid er down again. As soon as Lyras alaimon moved back around . hey were deeply asleep again.

    tly to t once more cer dipped a flannel in a basin of cold er and mopped Lyras face, and tened t. took a comb and gently teased out tangles in Lyras  back from ing it neatly.

    S t Ama : some flat loaves of bread, a cake of compressed tea, some sticky rice  ime to build tains  niginder, set truck a matc o tc, and so ove; s keep t day and night from now on.

    ented.  like o express urned empt in every line of  into took no notice, but eadily and skillfully to build up t to  some er for tea.

    Neverticism affected ea brick into ter, s in t s . S only hiding Lyra: she was hiding her own eyes.

    —

    Out of ttle boy came, ened, whispering over and over:

    quot;Lyra, Lyra, Lyra... quot;

    Be. to be of t t  spoke; and ten.

    quot;Lyra... Lyra...quot;

    hey?

    On a great plain, en flat by t, even t  t must ime t pressed it flat, even time illed in t must  of all worlds.

    quot;Lyra...quot;

    here?

    tted a crime, t it y sat in judgment.

    tle boy keep calling Lyras name?

    hope.

    hey?

    Gs.

    And Lyra couldnt toucter ried. ill ttle boy stood there pleading.

    quot;Roger,quot; s  in a ;

    ;Its t to do, I dunno if Im , because I tried to be good, but I e it, Im scared of it all, I e it...”

    And Lyra said, quot;Ill

    quot;Be quiet,quot; said ill, quot;just be quiet. Dont disturb me.quot;