No Lyra ask in mind, s mucter. er  Pantalaimon  a pretty pet. On tian boat, to do, and Ma Costa made sure s. S, satoes and made tea, s bearings, s trap clear over tes, sied t up at mooring posts, and  ian.

    s notice  tas  every second for unusual signs of interest in Lyra from terside people. If s realized it, sant, and Mrs. Coulter and tion Board o be searcony  tories  any explanation, t t in itself   being looked for. Gyptians and land folk alike ting jumpy and nervous.

    And tas interest in Lyra; but s to learn t for a fe.

    So took to keeping tage or a canal basin, or anyo came along terions. tas o t, t compartment beneatwo  unsuccessfully.

    “ ter rue t Pantalaimon  time happily asleep by Lyras head.

    Slos and detours, tas boat dre  fringe of it mingled indistinguisidal inlets of tinguiss of ttled tc parts ed or settled at all, and in t central regions, ed careless travelers to tian people  safe to muster.

    And noercourses, gyptian boats os, tcly  ing  d, and .

    ians called a byanroping—a summons or muster of families—so many boats filled ter you could ion over t ians ruled in ter, and  traded fairly, turned a blind eye to t smuggling and tian body floated as, or got snagged in a fis,  ian.

    Lyra listened ento tales of t g dog Black Sco tian even before to ian one, complete ca o remind hings.

    “You ent gyptian, Lyra. You migian ice, but to us tian language. trong currents. ere er people all t, youre a fire person.  y