man is Farder Coram.”

    It o see  one tick, and all time ting berembling as if h an ague.

    “Come on,” said tony. “Id best take you up to pay your respects to John Faa.

    You call  kno mind you tell truth.”

    Pantalaimon  curiously on Lyras s, as sony to tform.

    ed  everyone still in taring at ated. Pantalaimon darted to  and became a , sitting up in ly as he looked around.

    Lyra felt a pusepped foro Joern and massive and expressionless, more like a pillar of rock t ooped and  o s  nearly vanished.

    “elcome, Lyra,” he said.

    Close to, s self. S for Pantalaimon, and t t Joony expression tle. reating ly.

    “thank you, Lord Faa,” she said.

    “Noalk,” said Joas?”

    “Oh, yes. e had eels for supper.”

    “Proper fen eels, I expect.”

    table place able darkly polis wwelve chairs were drawn up.

    tform  till o a seat at table.

    “No ,” Joo Lyra, and took t table e Farder Coram. Stle friginual trembling. iful autumn-colored cat, massive in size, able ail and elegantly inspected Pantalaimon, touctling on Farder Corams lap, ly.

    A iced came out of tray of glasses, set it do. Jotle glasses of jenniver from a stone crock for himself and Farder Coram, and wine for Lyra.

    “So,” John Faa said. “You run away, Lyra.”

    “Yes.”

    “And whe lady you run away from?”

    “Ser. And I t s I found out s tion Board, and s, it  o make me  kids for em. But they never knew...”

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