quot;I can see people be; s;t t;

    quot;Yes, do,quot; said Lyra, quot;but fly lo t;

    ill and Lyra got painfully to t again and clambered on.

    quot;I been cold plenty of times,quot; Lyra said, to take ;but I ent been t, ever. Is it t in your ;

    quot;Not  normally. But tes been cter to be. t people erfering mospting c, and t of control.quot;

    quot;Yea; said Lyra, quot;and it is. And ;

    oo  and ty to reply, and throbbing air.

    Pantalaimon  no on Lyras soo tired to leap or fly. From time to time tcoo o climb to, and fly up to fill t er, and t made its o the rocks.

    And so toward evening.

    tco spy . So crag, and as tting and dra of to ttle blue lake and found a troop of soldiers making camp.

    But  glimpse of told ed to kno from ills tagazze, o see t daemons was a gross and sickening horror.

    t of a tent by tion. Lena Feldt saers edge beside her.

    Lena Feldt cer spoke to t up tents, made fires, boiled er.

    tcroop er on t; but some fortune ecting t  too far for a bo making o make t took ten minutes of deep concentration.

    Confident at last, Lena Feldt  doo found oo o remember, and looked acopped outside tent Mrs. Coulter o, and fitted an arroo ring.

    Sened to to t overlooked the lake.

    Inside tent Mrs. Coulter alking to a man Lena Feldt  seen before: an older man, gray- daemon ting in a canvas coward ly.

    quot;Of course, Carlo,quot; s;Ill tell you anyt do you  to kno;

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