in talaimon  ermine-like onto rembling violently.

    “Just someone in Jordan,” Lyra said vaguely. “I forget he Scholars.”

    “as it in one of your lessons?”

    “Yes, it mig mig in passing. Yes. I t . talking to t Dust and I  passing and it sounded interesting so I couldnt opping to listen. ts  was.”

    “I see,” said Mrs. Coulter.

    “Is it rig old me? Did I get it wrong?”

    “ell, I dont kno back to trons....”

    Later, Pantalaimon said, “You know wood up on her daemon?

    ell, I  see. It ime till  do o leap at you.”

    t range, no doubt; but neit to make of it.

    And finally, tly and subtly given t t feel like lessons at all. o  on lipstick, po. to be sure, Mrs. Coulter didnt teacter arts directly, but scook care to let Lyra see ics, and to allory t for herself.

    * * * time passed, and autumn began to co er. From time to time Lyra t of Jordan College, but it seemed small and quiet compared to ten s of Roger, too, and felt uneasy, but to go to, or a neo ic Institute to visit, and t him again.

    er decided to ail party. Lyra  to celebrate, ter never said  e.

    “e must  afford to leave , t eful old snob. Lord Boreal is in to e Erik Andersson? I s about time to take him up....”

    Erik Andersson est fas “take , but sifully e doer suggested, spelling trociously and t  ter all.

    to bed, Pantalaimon whe pillow:

    “So to keep us o run away?”

    “S dont like s hard luck.

    I like eacion and all t if s go