ng t ill in place over th.

    After a tricky moment  tin arengt captured and tight.

    “As soons  about to make sure of it,” Farder Coram said.

    “But dont clockwork run down?”

    “Ordinary clock like I said, t tig pinned to truggles, tigs ronger ts put t the way....”

    in in a flannel cloto stifle t buzzing and droning, and sto away under his bunk.

    It cs of Colby came closer. to mist, and by time tied up at t everyt ened and blurred. to pearly silver-gray veils laid over t stalls and te many-c er, ributing to t reek of smoked o breat of the very cobbles.

    Lyra, illerman. All t, scouting around corners acening for test footfall.

    But to be seen. tizens of Colby oves. til t man tony Costa, guarding tes.

    “t ly, letting t  and  sunk, and no oned o go.”

    to Lyra: a  derrick over a canvas-covered c agleam in te lig tly at t see.

    Sement. Pantalaimon became a monkey and clambered up t once, but sed t on board ship.

    Doairs, or a companionalking quietly ian in cily. Lyra ing for o greet   tide and pilotage before turning to the incomers.

    “Good evening, friends,” ured.”

    “e oo,” said Farder Coram, and told of ter s.

    Jo  didnt reproachem.

    “ure now?” he said.

    Farder Coram took out tin and laid it on table. Suc t tin itself moved slohe wood.

    “Ive  never seen one,” Jo no aming it and turning it back, I do kno muc any use  in td rust t to keep it by, and exercise our vigilance.”