“O t ruso her mind:

    it as boat s day. Suppose he remembered?

    “Better come along h us,” he said. “You alone?”

    “Yeah. I was running away....”

    “All rig talk no keep quiet. Jaxer, move to the shadow. Kerim, look around.”

    Lyra stood up s Pantalaimon to . ing to look at sometanding and suddenly curious too:  ing aoms of smoke, for all t tried to cling to talaimon er tony Costa.

    “ are you doing here?” she said.

    “Quiet, gal. trouble a stirring more. ell talk on t.”

    tle o t of tly after tony turned along terfront and out onto a ty, from  and so the cabin.

    “Get in,” he said. “Quick now.”

    Lyra did so, patting  go of, even in t) to make sure ter ill t of a lantern on a out poting at a table her.

    “s never Lyra?”

    “ts rig to move. e killed t in t t I reckon turk traders. t Lyra. Never mind talk— on the move.”

    “Come a.

    Lyra obeyed, a   sured  t mot  gently to lick Pantalaimons  a folded  arms around Lyra and pressed o .

    “I dunno . You can  a  drink in you. Set you dohere, child.”

    It looked as if  least forgotten. Lyra slid onto table top as t.

    “here we going?” Lyra asked.

    Ma Costa ting a saucepan of milk on tove and riddling te to stir the fire up.

    “Aalk in the morning.”

    And s o move, exced a corner of to c. A minute or ter she was sound asleep.

    S comforting engine rumble deep belo up more carefully. A t sy and neatly made, one beloiny cabin.