g.

    “Im Farder Coram, from tian people of Eastern Anglia. And ttle girl is Lyra Belacqua.”

    “ do you ?”

    “e  to offer you employment, lorek Byrnison.”

    “I am employed.”

    t ect any expressive tones in  .

    “ do you do at t?” Farder Coram asked.

    “I mend broken macicles of iron. I lift s.”

    “ kind of  for a panserbjorn?”

    “Paid work.”

    Betle  doo peer at them.

    “?” he said.

    “Strangers,” said the bear.

    tender looked as if o ask somet toed it to ang of ts t splas.

    After simes, t turned back to gna then he spoke again.

    “ work are you offering?”

    “Figy,” said Farder Coram. “ere moving nortil  them back.”

    “And w will you pay?”

    “I dont knoo offer you, lorek Byrnison. If gold is desirable to you, we have gold.”

    “No good.”

    “ do t t?”

    “My keep  and spirits.”

    Silence from ted to s like er.

    “Forgive me for asking, lorek Byrnison,” said Farder Coram, “but you could live a free proud life on ting seals and o  prizes.  ties you to trollesund and Einarssons Bar?”

    Lyra felt  a question like t, ,  creature beyond reason, and s Farder Corams courage in asking it. lorek Byrnison put doe to peer at t flinch.

    “I knoters,” t toerday to go nortell you about tend not to see, because tters bring money and business. No like tters, so I sely. I stay s because took my armor a t, I can  seals but I cant go to os and let me drink till I ook my armo