bird, a beautiful gray goose  it  a bird: it  but Lyra h sickly fear.

    the bird said:

    “here is Farder Coram?”

    And suddenly Lyra realized  be. tch friend.

    Sammered to reply:

    “I— him....”

    Surned and scampered doo to speak into the darkness:

    “Farder Coram! tcing on the sky—”

    to  on terdeck, child.”

    tately o tern of t and aneously, and a cause of fascinated terror to Lyra, ertaining a g.

    tfully, and tor.

    “Greetings,” said Farder Coram. “And Im o see you again, Kaisa. Noo come inside, or o stay out he open?”

    “I ay outside, thank you, Farder Coram. Are you warm enough for a while?”

    itc no cold, but t other humans did.

    Farder Coram assured  they were well wrapped up, and said, “how is Serafina Pekkala?”

    “Sings to you, Farder Coram, and srong. wo people?”

    Farder Coram introduced t Lyra.

    “I alked about among co make war?”

    “Not o free taken from us. And I ches will help.”

    “Not all of t ers.”

    “Is t ion Board?” “I dont kno ers. to our regions ten years ago ruments. to alloo set up stations in our lands, and treated us esy.” “ is t?”

    “It comes from t  is neain is t  fear comes over top at noto discover  is. But it is not of any concern to ches.”

    “And  of  a place called Bolvangar. Our clan made no agreement anding obligation to you, Farder Coram, I o so find t ers.”

    Farder Coram smiled, and Jo ogetisfaction.

    “to t tell us t