hall I ask?” said Lyra.

    “ are tentions of tartars o Kamcka?”

    t  urned to t Asia, artars; to tka, , ivity, ention. t still, letting oget at once. trembled on t, to ted pattern t Lyras eyes follo ation, but wo men.

    ed ts several times, Lyra looked up. Srance.

    “to pretend to attack it, but t really going to, because its too far aoo stretc,” she said.

    “ould you tell me ?”

    “ts deep-do of like being playful,” ss teent stopped fifteen times and it just got clear at t level but noogetend to go to  not be serious. And t means difficult—itd be too o attack it, and tretc as tight as an anchor rope.

    I just see it all like t, you see.”

    Dr. Lanselius nodded.

    “Remarkable,” eful. I s forget t.”

    trangely at Farder Coram, and back at Lyra.

    “Could I ask you for one more demonstration?”  of ty or more sprays of cloud-pine .

    Could you tell which is hers?”

    “Yeao sook ter and . So see cloud-pine, because tc for flying, and shed never seen any before.

    tood by tcalaimon bouncing beside o stand in front of ting ter. After a feingly picked out one of t up.

    Dr. Lanselius nodded.

    Lyra, intrigued and eager to fly,  above  in trying to be a curned to Farder Coram and said: “Do you realize whis child is?”

    “Ser of Lord Asriel,” said Farder Coram.

    “And er, of tion Board.”

    “And apart from t?”

    tian o s know any more.

    But srange innocent creature, and I  o read t inst