As tco heal ills wound.

    to lay t caugter of starlight.

    Lyra sat nearby stirring some  of boiling er over a fire, and wamped and cried in rone:

    quot;Little knife! tore your iron out of Motrails, built afire and boiled t empered it, plunging it in icy er, ing it inside till your blade was blood-red, scorching!

    ter once again, and yet again, till team er cried for mercy.

    And y t you le one.

    quot;But little knife, w have you done?

    Unlocked blood-gates, left them wide!

    Little knife, your motrails of t mines and caverns, from  iron womb.

    Listen!quot;

    And Serafina stamped again and clapped cs to make a ion t tore at ted in t a c the core of his spine.

    turned to ill ook ime, tering

    moving, and let the spell goon.

    quot;Blood! Obey me! turn around, be a lake and not a river.

    op! And build a clotted  firm to he flood back.

    Blood, your sky is tay t;

    ill t oms of o o listen and obey.

    S urned to ttle iron pot over tter steam , and ill he liquid bubbling fiercely.

    Serafina sang:

    quot;Oak bark, spider silk, ground moss, saltig, close up, bar te, stiffen t;

    tcook  an alder sapling along its eaming liquid into t, t toget to tip. And the sapling was whole again.

    ill urned to see anotcruggling ouging,  tcs forelegs and s  straigs heaving belly upward.

    Serafinas knife s across it. ill felt raining Pantalaimon, ill, eyes bulging, breast rails