“t right, Lyra?”

    “Yeas it. And in ts of ty. All to  like Oxford, ts , anyed in t, I t ter and terested in Dust, like Mrs.

    Coulter and Lord Boreal and them.”

    “I see,” said Farder Coram. “ts very interesting.”

    “Noell you somets been going on  and time tas  to Oxford, or o t, t back a bit of ne you, c?”

    Lyra so be frigalaimon oo deep for anyone to  s in ips down inside his fur.

    “O back to Farder Coram here.”

    Lyra couldnt  in.

    “e didnt damage it! ! It  of mud! And  very far—”

    “ are you talking about, child?” said John Faa.

    Farder Coram laug, opped and  and young.

    But Lyra  laugrembling lips sook it out! It  a joke. e ve sunk it, never!”

    to laugoo. able so o ears from , never  ain laughing.

    “O t too, little girl! I dont suppose tas  foot any. You better leave a guard on your boat, tony, people say. Fierce little girls round  story  all over t  going to punis. No, no! Ease your mind.”

    Farder Coram, and tly.

    And Lyra felt contented, and safe.

    Finally John Faa shook his head and became serious again.

    “I  you from a cer kno guess old you at Jordan College about  knorut. Did tell you ws were?”

    Noely dazed.

    “Yes,” s me t. ts old me.”

    “Ao tell you a story, a true story. I knos true, because a gyptian old me, and tell truto Jorut yourself, Lyra. Your fat, because your father is Lord Asriel.”

    Lyra could only sit in wonder.

    “ came abou