CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE BELVEDERE-2
Sugged at ing ried to respond, but he
strength. he could only walk.
quot;All rig; ; get to trees. too far ao t temple place. If for long enougo cut ter all.quot;
Pantalaimon darted ao hlessly, making him pause.
ill could almost see tugging and tumbled to see, and to il tone pavement around temple.
ttle portico o find tatues of goddesses in nicer a spiral staircase of o lock taircase and onto t ake t over ty; for ting t iled roof ran dole slope all around to tter.
As t, t beanta-lizingly close; and t ty, oo t. ttlements, and ill felt a jolt of sickness as here.
But time to take in t to deal oemple, screaming ement. tol and fired ts toemple. they came on again, yelling:
quot;t;
quot;Murderers!quot;
quot;e gonna kill you!quot;
quot;You got our knife!quot;
quot;You don come from ;
quot;You gonna die!quot;
ill took no notice. already, and sly cut a small o see once. Lyra looked too, and fell back in disappointment. ty feet or so in traffic.
quot;Of course,quot; ill said bitterly, quot;uck. ell o s all.quot;
Anot cemple and reinforced t, enormously loud, and anotook anotone, and tairs began to s ones climbed up.
Lyra ill still o top step as if it o up, taircase began to bend under t of t, and t s off, but time by accident, it seemed.
Someone , and time, and ill looked doo see a tangle of er and dust and blood.
t individual cide. they surg