CHAPTER EIGHT: THE TOWER OF THE ANGELS-2
Nagging and cajoling, seps, and ttered glass and splintered o a small, cool room off ttles, jars, pots, pestles and mortars, and cs balances. Under ty one sink, o a smaller one.
quot;Sit do; h a dark golden liquid.
ill sat doook t mout t like fire. Lyra took to stop it from falling as ill gasped.
quot;Drink it all,quot; the old man commanded.
quot; is it?quot;
quot;Plum brandy. Drink.quot;
ill sipped it more cautiously. Now o .
quot;Can you ; said Lyra, e.
quot;O draable and bring out a bandage.quot;
ill saable in ter of t before up toward er.
quot;Drink again,quot; the old man said.
ill igo stung t tion of a toly. t, and it again.
quot;tment,quot; t;Very difficult to obtain. Very good for ;
It y, battered tube of ordinary antiseptic cream, suc in any p as if it were made of myrrh. ill looked away.
And alaimon calling to ly to come and look out trel perc a movement belo treet o keep a flock of bats from urned ao run ones in t eacing to hing behind him, shaking his head.
Angelica e, and so tle Paolo beried to pull ever roubling him.
And Lyra realized of sickness acked by Specters. Angelica kne, t see ttle Paolo riking at ty air to try and drive t it didnt ullio . s became more and more letly topped altogeto not would bring him back.
to feel Lyra c t.
Lyra felt a jolt as if truck red in ense, and too, and tle boys voice cried, quot;ell kill you