Im afraid to tell you ter  t little boy died an  settle,  stay in one place;  asking after  sucig bare old piece of fis speak of it, c ill, and t  time ure. trying to dig a grave for  t, and to cremate  to ers.

    “C terrible y plainer t you must do is rest and eat, because you fell asleep too soon to restore yourself last nigo eat in temperatures to stop yourself getting weak....”

    ucking to place, tigension rope across traces to untangle them.

    “Farder Coram, wtle boy now? ?”

    “No, Lyra, here.”

    “I  to go and see him.”

    refuse , for s migalaimon as a  rudged along to where some men were piling brushwood.

    t beside t and lifted t in tened  to stop  their heads.

    Pantalaimon crept close as Lyra looked doed face. S of tten and touc; poor little tony Makarios  from any oted in deatook Pantalaimon from   to press  into . And all little tony iful piece offish....

    ?

    S do was gone.

    S in a moment, and  the men nearby.

    “heres his fish?”

    topped, puzzled, unsure  one anoto grin uncertainly.

    “Dont you dare laugear your lungs out if you laug s all o cling onto, just an old dried fiss all o love and be kind to! ook it from  gone?”

    Pantalaimon  like Lord Asriels daemon, but s see t; all s and wrong.

    “Easy, Lyra,” said one man. “Easy, child.”

    “ook it?” sian took a step back from e fury.

    “I didnt knoically. “I t it  ook it out  it ful. ts all, Lyra.”

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