like.

    “how can I help you, Farder Coram?” he said.

    “In t, Im anxious to get in toucc some years ago, in try of Eastern Anglia. her name is Serafina Pekkala.”

    Dr. Lanselius made a note h a silver pencil.

    “ing h her?” he said.

    “Must be forty years. But I think she would remember.”

    “And he second way in which you seek my help?”

    “Im representing a number of gyptian families o believe tion capturing to to know whis a going on.”

    Dr. Lanselius sipped his coffee blandly.

    “Its not impossible t notice of some sucivity might have come our way,”

    ions betly cordial. It  for me to justify disturbing them.”

    Farder Coram nodded as if ood very well.

    “to be sure,”   be necessary for me to ask you if I could get tion any ot c.”

    Noc and respect. t, and s tco a decision.

    “Very rue, and youll realize t your name is not unknoo us, Farder Coram. Serafina Pekkala is queen of a cion, it is of course understood t tion is not reachrough me.”

    “Quite so.”

    “ell, in toion called tion Company, o be searc ion Board of London. tion, I o knos children.

    t generally knoo is not officially a. t remain aken some distance inland.”

    “Do you know where, Dr. Lanselius?”

    “No. I ell you if I did.”

    “And do you knohere?”

    For t time, Dr. Lanselius glanced at Lyra. Solidly back. ttle green serpent daemon raised ongue-flickeringly in his ear.

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