alking to took tin to lorek Byrnison and explained  o al of the engine cover.

    ened, and took t tin and deftly folded it into a small flat cylinder. S t bears, ill to e sense of trengty of metals  o lift it once or t t, and  in a circle to score it for folding.

    il tood in a raised rim and to fit it. At Lyras bidding in, and anot big enougo contain tin itself and a quantity of s of moss and licigo smot  er.

    to lorek Byrnison as  was frozen as hard as wood.

    “lorek,” s   you get lonely?”

    “Lonely?”  knoell me t kno freeze. So I dont knoo be solitary.”

    “ about t ts w I heard.”

    ripped t in ting log.

    “Beg pardon, lorek,” s offended you. Its just t Im curious. See, Im extra curious about ther.”

    “her?”

    “Lord Asriel. And t ive on Svalbard, you see. I trayed o keep him in prison.”

    “I dont kno a Svalbard bear.”

    “I t you was....”

    “No. I  I am not no a out to live at t  it, or  brutal tasks and dros.”

    “her bear?”

    “Anger. turning a I  of my orol. So I killed ly punished.”

    “And you  like my fats just ter I ook all   kno Svalbard, except its in t Nort all covered in ice? Can you get the frozen sea?”

    “Not from t. times frozen sout, sometimes not.

    You .”

    “Or a balloon, maybe.”

    “Or a balloon, yes, but t wind.”

    ion fleo Lyras mind as sc sky; but s t.

    Instead s Svalbard, and listened eagerly as old -tusked e tusks above ter, of t grim iron-bou