Seresting but uncomfortable, very like riding t. lorek Byrnison ly, moving bot time, and rocking from side to side in a steady po sit:

    so ride actively.

    traveling for an iff and sore but deeply opped.

    “Look up,” he said.

    Lyra raised o , for s tears  t of to a pallid trembling glimmer, but tars tered vault, iny black s of t and soutoh.

    “Are they birds?” she said.

    “tche bear.

    “itc are they doing?”

    “Flying to ime.”

    “Do you knoches, lorek?”

    “I  some, too. t to frighten Lord Faa.

    If to the aid of your enemies, you should all be afraid.”

    “Lord Faa  be frig afraid, are you?”

    “Not yet. er t er tell Lord Faa about tc not hem.”

    cil ered again ears of cold, and so tch.

    Finally lorek Byrnison stopped and said, “the village.”

    toer of retc as could be, o be tty s. tes from the place.

    “ do you  to do?” t o stand. iff  so amped until s stronger.

    “t or somet village,” s, I dont knoain. I  to go and find o Lord Faa and t , but t be telling me somet understand.”

    “If side,” said tter er.”

    “I dont t ser ed sometural,  go and look,” she said.

    S off doeadily and not pacing any more. to fully; and t nervously, tlers clasicks. In till air every movement could be heard for a long way.

    As t of to t and left, peering o till far from rising.  flickered under a sno sonis to see a c we bear.

    At ter of ttle village t to tty,  it must  o tack bes