broken and stered, torn in a ttered to t you  Jo is too soft to strike a blow wime comes.

    And time . Not under passion.

    “Is ts to speak? Speak if you will.”

    But no one did, and presently Jo   of it so t ters.

    Jo tform for ttle disappointed. Didnt t oo? But tony laughed.

    “t plans to make,” , Lyra. Nos for Johe council.”

    “But I ent done not!” Lyra protested, as santly out of toty. “All I done er! ts just a beginning. I  to go north!”

    “tell you ony, “Ill bring you back a oots w Ill do.”

    Lyra scoalaimon occupied  tonys daemon, ed to tty and  erns on strings over ter to attract to be lunged at icks and missed.

    But o t in t oo o look t she could hear a low rumble of voices inside.

    So so t firmly five times. topped, a c out on tep.

    “Yes?” said t.

    Beyond able, acked neatly, and papers and pens, and glasses and a crock of jenniver.

    “I  to come nort. “I  to come and s  out to do when I run away from Mrs.

    Coulter. And before t, even, I meant to rescue my friend Roger tcook. I  to come and ion and I can take anbaromagnetic readings off t parts of a bear you can eat, and all kind of useful t up t me be — knoerrupting your talk.”

    Sc and some ation, but salaimon sat up in  eyes blazing green.

    Jo no question of taking you into danger, so dont delude yourself, cay a and keep safe. ts  to do.”

    “But Im learning o read ter, too. Its coming clearer every day! Youre bound to need